Never thought I'd be here, honestly. Forty-five and rebuilding my entire life after Jimmy decided he wanted a younger model. Typical. But here's the thing about divorce that nobody tells you: it's terrifying and liberating in equal measure.
I'd spent twenty years being someone's wife. Making sure dinners were ready, keeping the house tidy, supporting his career. When he left, I realized I'd stopped knowing who Karen was. Just another middle-aged woman invisible to the world.
Sex work wasn't my first choice. But it was a practical one. I'm good with people, I look younger than my years, and frankly, I understand men better now than I ever did at 25. Clients aren't looking for a porn star. They're looking for someone who makes them feel seen.
My agency takes care of screening. I set my rates, my boundaries. No messing about. Some younger girls think it's all glamour. It's a business, pure and simple. I bring professionalism from years of corporate admin work. Just applied those skills to a different industry.
Would I have done this at 25? Not a chance. But at 45, I know exactly who I am. And that confidence? That's worth more than any monthly cheque.