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Upmarket Mischief
by Helen Bak
(like I have been to Hell & Back - Jokingly)
Like so many little girls I grew up believing I was a Princess.
No matter what adventures life was to throw at me in the years to come I never lost faith in this.
I was a girl raised in a small country town in the Australian outback with strict ‘Catholic Guilt’
before I escaped to the city where I subconsciously developed a love of ‘Extreme Men’.
As a late teen from the Country finding my way in the big city I now realise that on many occasions I was only saved by my own naivety and a bit of luck.
I now genuinely giggle to myself when reminiscing at some of the awkward situations I fell into and upon reflection I’m amazed that I still somehow managed to come out ‘unscathed’.
My first city boyfriend convinced me to become a lingerie model and hostess which landed me into all sorts of ‘upmarket mischief’, following this my first serious relationship was with a renown body builder which took me on yet another path.
Combating heartbreak and with only a airfare I moved on the strength of rumours and whispers to London. I had learned that the finest Gentlemen’s Club existed there and it was also here that I met and became fascinated with the City’s most famous celebrity escort.
There was something sexually magnetic about her which immediately drew me in and any previous notions about what was right or wrong for a young woman to so do with another evaporated.
Our first share intimate experiences were provided for her high end gentleman clients and this close contact left me with sexually confused emotions.
I learned a great deal from her . . . she convinced me that if a gentlemen were to offer me money to have sec with him and I fancied him that I was in fact NOT a Prostitute!
At the time that theory worked perfectly for this young princess partying in this glamorous new and exciting secret world.
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