Escort Jobs in Sydney Coogee

This job I do, the number of people I come in contact with. Living in a city where people fly in from all over the world. And the time of year ‐ the festive season when people are out partying, splurging, doing things they wouldn’t normally do because they think, hey, it’s the end of another year, I deserve a treat. Then they wake up the next morning unsure of what they got and whom they were with. Apply for Escort jobs in Sydney Coogee.

Preparing for My First Appointment Had Felt Like Making Up for the Stage

I recall laying out a liquid base and a stick one; eyeshadow, liner and mascara; lipliner, gloss. Preparation had started early. Too early. But I had no inkling of how to put it all together, how long it would take. I showered and dried myself carefully in the white‐tiled bathroom, looking for stray hairs missed by waxing and shaving. 

Getting Ready

A quick blast of deodorant. Applied a drop of cologne to my cleavage and inside elbows. Put on a white lace bra and knickers, stockings, dried my hair. Part it here or there? Which way should it fall? Hair up or hair down? Fluffy or straight? I straightened the ends so they wouldn’t curl in the damp night air but otherwise left it alone. Small pearl earrings. Apply for Escort jobs in Sydney Coogee.

Makeup

I put the dress over my head then started on make‐up. Foundation, no powder. A damp tissue applied lightly to take the excess off. Violet eyeshadow ‐ only a touch. A dab of silvery white eyeliner just at the inside corner of my eyes. Cat eyes or not? Vamp or girlish? My hand was shaking slightly. Unwound the mascara, wiped the excess on a tissue, let it sit in the air a moment. Brushed on one layer. Then a second. 

Be Relaxed

My eyes in the mirror stood out a mile from the rest of the face. I lined my lips, wondering how much to use and how much would come off on him. What would I have to take with me, would there be time to re‐apply? With the tip of my little finger I dabbed a liquid blusher on as lip stain. Gloss. More gloss. I thought of the manager’s advice: Even if you do remember, you never know at the time who has it and who hasn’t.

Put on What Men Love

‘Men love glossy lips.’ I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to realize why. A touch of gel to keep the hair off my forehead and cheeks. A clip to keep it back. I put the shoes on and buckled them at the ankles. Black, patent‐leather stilettos showing a long stripe of instep. Incredibly high heels, but I’d once run for a bus in them and had danced till morning in them many times. Apply for Escort jobs in Sydney Coogee

It’s Never Enough

Fuck‐me shoes. Then my coat. College scarf or fluffy blue one? The blue would leave fibres on the coat; I decided against it in the end. It was a cold night. Navy gloves with tiny buttons along the wrist. I stuck a pin with a butterfly in the coat lapel. Nervous; took deep breaths. Still a quarter of an hour to wait. My mouth had gone dry. Went to the kitchen and poured a drink. Was alcohol a bad idea? Didn’t know. One couldn’t hurt.

Still Ten Minutes Until the Taxi

My lips left a crackling pink half‐moon on the rim of the glass. Packed a handbag. I was sweating inside the coat and scarf and gloves. Looked at the location for the appointment again in the A‐Z. Didn’t want to carry it with me. It was near a tube station. If I could memorize the directions from the tube station, I should be fine.

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