Introduction

Hi. My name isn't Carrie and I'm not really in an underworld. I'm a prostitute that's seen most of the industry and I'm currently working in a brothel with another girl, Susan, and a guy, Craig. Obviously, all these names are fake, although we work under different fake names anyway. I'm based in a rundown part of the otherwise gorgeous city of Nottingham, in the very middle of England. Most of my friends know about my job, which makes life a lot easier than I can imagine it being for Susan, whose boyfriend and some close friends are all coppers!

It's been a quiet day today. Yesterday was terribly busy - I saw a 20-year-old virgin who burst into tears complaining that coming made him feel lonely; my very first black cock (he was beautiful! He got my real phone number!); my very second black cock (enormous but short-lived); the very fat man with the very small willy; yadda yadda yadda. Today I saw only three people, none of whom were very interesting. Not that that's going to stop me writing about them.

Scraggy: He was thin, it was boring, he gave a good massage.
Booby: A man with a train to catch and enormous tits. I'm terrified of short people, which didn't work in his favour.
Asian: There's a lot of Asians in our area. This one kissed like the back of my throat was made of some kind of delicacy.

Out of those, all three said they wanted to see me again. I am damn good at my job. I want people to come back, unless I really don't which unfortunately seem to be the ones that really do. That's not very clear, is it? Well, Dave is a bit rubbish at everything in bed but that hasn't stopped him coming twice this week. What has gone wrong in my karma to have to put up with his clit-bashing so much??

Well, sorry to be abrupt but I've a £300 booking in half an hour to get ready for. I'm also an independant you see, so I have a duty to look amazing at all times and to arrange as much work for myself as possible. Curiously, Sam is picking me up for the job. He's awesome and very cute but I stopped our affair to start seeing someone else, Greg. The plot thickens once you know that Greg's not only told me to sleep with other people in case he doesn't satisfy me enough (more on that next post), but that he's also suggested a number of his friends for my delictation. He doesn't know I want to shag Sam. Very much. When I saw him last night it surprised me how much I wanted to do him... Nobody knows we're meeting today...