The sweet and innocent Hertfordshire girls transformed into objects of desire

It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, the birds were singing and there was a sweet smell in the air. I loved Saturdays and I was determined to indulge myself with a late lie in and perhaps even breakfast in bed. It would have been better if there had been some sweet guy or sexy girl to serve it of course but I was, as always, between relationships. And that was just fine. I liked to think of myself as someone who wanted to experience all that life could offer and yes, one day that might include the whole family and relationship thing. But for now it meant one thing and one thing only, a pursuit of physical pleasure.

After my last conversation with the sexy escort Jodie I had realised just what was missing from my life. In my day job I had become disheartened by bureaucracy and lack of staff and resources but mostly I was unhappy that my efforts went unnoticed. There were never any appreciative words or gestures and frankly the pay didn’t make up in any way, shape or form for the lack of recognition. It was time to quit nursing.

I also realised that the Hertfordshire escort lived the kind of life that I longed for. As well as working as a visiting escort Jodie had a sideline in domination and other fetishes. She liked the dark side of sex and she had many appreciative clients. When I had impersonated the busty escort during her last travels I had met some very interesting and appreciative clients and we had enjoyed some very sexy times but it was only later that I realised that the guys were expecting  dominatrix but instead got a sex kitten. There weren’t any complaints mind.

So, should I pick up on Jodie’s vacant position at Hertfordshire Visiting Escort Services, should I instead be the secret Jodie who revelled in the salacious world of horny sex or should I keep the day job and dabble in escort services? It was a momentous decision for me because I had never taken such a chance before. And then I realised that yet again my confidence was low and it was affecting my judgement. I was a stunning blonde beauty with come to bed eyes, legs up to my armpits and a slim, nubile body. Guys loved me. To get over the confidence issue I needed to be someone else and so my mind was made up...

I walked into Jodie’s room and looked into her closet. She had said before she left for her trek across the States that I could borrow anything I pleased. Looking at the wide variety of impressive and interesting looking sex toys I wondered if the offer extended to them...