Wednesday, February 3, 2010

They Cum And Go

I hosted my first solo greedy-girl gang-bang this Monday afternoon. We had  6 men come in, which is about an average for a Monday lunchtime at the moment. They were all very laid back and just wanted to lie there stroking me and chatting with me until, one by one, they would fuck me, cum, and then go.

The last man to leave got me on my own for the entirity of my last shift on the bed! He was a lawyer and asked question after question about my job, my life and my views. I started to feel a bit uncomfortable as he wasn’t really getting to know Nina at all. He was getting to know me, the real me.

Not that Nina is that different a person to me. In fact, she is more me than the me that most people know. Those who know that I am in the industry know me as me, not Nina, but see that Nina is just the fuller side of my personality, not a small off-shoot.

It interested me to catch Secret Diary of a Call Girl on TV for the first time this week. After it was an interview by Billie Piper of Brooke Magnanti. Brooke explained how she had two separate wardrobes when she was escorting. Different clothes, different underwear, different name, different person. For me, that isn’t true. I often wear clothes and lingerie that Nina would wear when I’m out as myself. I often act in the same way; flirt outrageously, talk filthily and wear my sexuality openly. I and Nina are one.

With this in mind, you can see how I have trouble keeping Nina’s life from those who cannot know what I really do. Because she is me, not a totally separate girl who I get out the cupboard when I need her and put away when I’m done, I often find that she creeps into my day-to-day life a little too much.

It’s not that I mind people knowing about my job whatsoever. It’s just keeping it from my parents until I’m not living with them. This is why, when 99% of my time I’m not having to watch myself, if I am around them it is hard to suddenly shut Nina up!

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