The naughty nurse and the hot Hertfordshire girl

It had taken years of dedication and doing without but I had finally earned my degree and had secured a job as a junior nurse in a top Hertfordshire Hospital. Better still I had been asked to work in the accident and emergency room where I knew the work and the day would be fast moving and exciting. I had experienced a tough background as a child but with my family’s help and support from the system which meant I could stay on into sixth form and then go to college I had achieved my dreams and I wanted to give something back. A lot of the other girls on the course had taken straight off on gap years but I couldn’t afford that, and some had gone straight into private medicine and would be earning nearly double what I would receive but like I said, I wanted to give something back and I knew that I would continue to learn in the National Health Service.

My best friend Jodie worked two jobs and had all the toys, new car, new clothes, nice place to live. She worked as a Hertfordshire escort and loved the job. She never stopped talking about the fun dates and the great people she was meeting all the time. It didn’t surprise me that she worked in the companionship industry, she was a hot girl and with her five eleven slim frame, legs up to her armpits, nubile body, busty escort breasts and stunning looks there was no surprise that the fellas – and ladies too – wanted to spend time in her company, she was a sexy Hertfordshire girl. Whoever they were, her clients were lucky people though in a less modest moment I suppose I would accept that me and Jodie could be mistaken for sisters.

Jodie had rented out one of her bedrooms, with an en-suite and its own mini kitchen, to me at a more than reasonable rate. There couldn’t be a better friend in the world. I helped out with kitchen and household chores and looked after the place when she went off on one of her frequent jaunts to sunnier climes, often with a handsome man in tow. I had lost count of the number of glamorous and exotic places she had visited. She led a charmed life.

Jodie was away at this moment, in Mauritius she had said though I was yet to receive a post card from her which was unusual... Normally she would call or text and I always received some quirky snap of her via facebook, but this time nothing, nothing at all. I know she had travelled with someone but I didn’t know who... Sending her the third text of the day I felt a strange uneasiness descend upon me...

To be continued, another Silk Stocking Story tomorrow, here at Hertfordshire Visiting Escort Services.