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thespiritualslut:

Text message from a client yesterday: Hi I just saw u now u was wearing white hoody, u look really hot. Can i come upstair at 3?

I was sweaty as fuck, wearing a white hoody and gym clothes, with messy hair and no makeup on, on my way home from pole training. I’ve never met…

And now he’s texting my personal phone number.

"Hi Bonnie. Were is ur security guys"
"The tatto on ur chest will kill me"
"Loser. U lost the game"
"Ur such expensive prostitute. Wish one day to fuck ur pink pussy and cum on ur tattooed chest."

Can anybody offer advice on what to do? (Keeping in mind that I can’t go to the police — I don’t want prostitution on my records.)

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thespiritualslut:

Text message from a client yesterday: Hi I just saw u now u was wearing white hoody, u look really hot. Can i come upstair at 3?

I was sweaty as fuck, wearing a white hoody and gym clothes, with messy hair and no makeup on, on my way home from pole training. I’ve never met this person before, and for some reason, he just happened to be out the front of my apartment, and recognised me when none of my tattoos were visible. I’m counting the days until I can get the fuck out of this city.

This is making me anxious to the point of tears. I receive messages almost every time I walk to or from my apartment, detailing what I’m wearing, coupled with a creepy fantasy. Eg: “The pink colour suits u really nc and hot on u. Nc butt wish if I can smack it.”

Today he started texting me pictures of myself, “to express himself for evidence.” (Whatever that means?)

I have no idea if this person works in one of the stores by my apartment, or if he sits outside waiting. Either way, somebody is going to a lot of effort to monitor me, every single day.

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This was shot while my toe was still broken, and I couldn’t walk unassisted. Instagram: @likelace.
Lingerie is Agent Provocateur and the stilettos are Pleasers. x

This was shot while my toe was still broken, and I couldn’t walk unassisted. Instagram: @likelace.

Lingerie is Agent Provocateur and the stilettos are Pleasers. x

"You are who you are when nobody’s looking." (I take great comfort in this.)

Text message from a client yesterday: Hi I just saw u now u was wearing white hoody, u look really hot. Can i come upstair at 3?

I was sweaty as fuck, wearing a white hoody and gym clothes, with messy hair and no makeup on, on my way home from pole training. I’ve never met this person before, and for some reason, he just happened to be out the front of my apartment, and recognised me when none of my tattoos were visible. I’m counting the days until I can get the fuck out of this city.

Yesterday, after a client arrived at my incall location, he texted to say, “I can’t come in, my boss lives in that apartment block.” Huge red flag. People who cancel appointments after I reveal my full address and apartment number raise security concerns for me, and I have no sympathy for weak excuses.

As always, I typed his number into the Facebook search bar. Not only had he given me a fake name, but his profile is completely public. I replied to his message with, “That’s no excuse for wasting my time, (insert real name here). I’ll be adding your details to the Perth blacklist, which I’m sure your fiancé will be happy about.”

He panicked and called me immediately, asking to compensate me for my time. Within a matter of minutes I’d met him outside, ignored his apologies, and taken $500 out of his hand without even saying “hello”.

Anonymous asked: Why do you keep escorting if, not so long ago, you said you realised how bad it was for you?

I haven’t worked in over a month. You’re making assumptions.

I’ve moved into a new apartment for work, and have only just realised I left my riding crop under the bed at my previous place. Fuck. The cleaning lady is going to get quite the shock tomorrow…

I’ve been asked

I’ve been asked to pole dance for a music video! (Nothing too fancy, but having my hard work recognised is a treat.)

"If you do something with your whole heart and it’s a mistake, you can live with that."

Florence Welch

I’m still trying

I’m still trying to put my finger on the feeling. I’ve realised I’m unloved by the people in my life, more so than I ever could’ve imagined. (This is entirely my fault. I know I don’t have the right to sadness.)

My tickets for London have been paid for. I’ve decided not to tell anybody my flight date, and to leave quietly instead. (Saying goodbye has never been my strong point, anyway.) I still trust that everything will be okay.

What songs make you want to fuck (— depraved, vicious, filthy)?

"Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset."

Francis de Sales (via adelineania)

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Making men cry is my guilty pleasure.

Anonymous asked: Do you carry a weapon with you when you work as an escort/prostitute?

My identity isn’t hidden on this blog and people who know me in “real life” do access what I write here, so I won’t go into detail. The only time I take my weapon out of my bag is when I’m travelling through airports.