<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:53:13.043Z</updated><category term='live'/><category term='book'/><category term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Working Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>A Kinky Hello from a Whoreuthoress</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-674843493630003311</id><published>2008-06-04T16:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:40:41.499Z</updated><title type='text'>In for pen, in for a pounding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/SEbE1wKKZPI/AAAAAAAAADE/8yyyOTKym54/s1600-h/MissS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208066446840194290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/SEbE1wKKZPI/AAAAAAAAADE/8yyyOTKym54/s200/MissS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably was a bad idea to write to a reviewer of my book I stumbled across on the web. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she did have a few good points so I thought,well what the hell in for a penny on for a pound lets send aan email, I doubt I will get a response and I am not really looking for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will probably get yelled at again or at least a stern email of the ‘leave it to the publicity and pr department’ variety buy my agent at least but this is how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Just stumbled across your site and review of my book, &lt;a href="http://www.itsallwrite.net/aspbite/categories/index.asp?intCatID=1089"&gt;http://www.itsallwrite.net/aspbite/categories/index.asp?intCatID=1089&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm. Well have to put a hands up on that one, you have it and me pegged right. ‘Badly written’ yes your probably right...for a start English was never my best subject and it’s not like its how I make my living.&lt;br /&gt;I will fully confess I wasn’t out to write or have published a great literary feat, I am not a writer after all. I just had a story to tell to win a bet. I personally never thought it would get published or even really pushed it to make it sound ‘scintillating’, but you must know what its like when a big publisher gets hold of something and then to them its a product, not a book.&lt;br /&gt;They only wanted to fill a cheap beach throw away read slot, so that’s what it ended up being. Like much in this world today something to pimp and make money off the back of. After agents, editors, publisher and publicity chopped and pulled it around, I am not surprised myself at reactions I have received, you either love it or like you, hated it ...to people that can write like yourself, it must have been full of holes I can see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for being boring, as it is not a novel and is my real life I wasn’t going to start lying and dramatise it like I was being pushed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it would have made better more interesting reading if I had, maybe if I had been beaten, raped or gained a drug habit from becoming a whore I would be a more interesting subject for people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn’t want to start extravagating like other working girls have done in the past and start giving the impression it is all glam or just all misery in the sex industry. I am an average working girl like many I know, if that makes me boring then I am probably a boring old fart. Now even I am surprised that after 10 years of being a working girl my clients are not board to tears and see me again after meeting me, but saying that ...they aren’t in my bed to read books.&lt;br /&gt;It was short yes and there was a lot more written but lots of it was cut to make it a ‘saleable size’ at least you where saved the time in not having to read all that. Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry cant Spare You I am afraid ..under contract for book 2,(yes your probably moaning and berating the fact that why people that jolly well cant write, get published)&lt;br /&gt;Also the second is filled with more condoms and safer sex stuff... very glad to know putting a rubber on made you yawn. I wish more people knew how and got bored so easily because its something they already know how to do well. You said yuck to sucking rubber, I just can’t help but think maybe your sucking the wrong ones though? but good on you that you have the security of a tested partner that your health doesn’t have to rely on that sort of thing. That kind of man is hard to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its scary how may women out there don’t know how or just don’t use one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, think I got the hang of these exclamations marks now you’ll be happy to know..that’s if the copy editors don’t fill dam book2 with them again...but just in case... better stay well clear of ‘Extra Confessions’ then.(Yes crap title but I didn’t get a say)&lt;br /&gt;Glad you don’t want to emulate me darlin...you might just put me out of a job,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whorethouress of a doorstop, Miss S&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo hum..I I could be wrong but I will either get a toasting reply or ignored (and no I am not going to blog it ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...at least some one likes me though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like contracts with a US publisher to publish the first book is well under way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are good might let you see what they have done different for the US front cover. Something tells me I think I am going to like &lt;a href="http://www.sourcebooks.com/"&gt;Source Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-674843493630003311?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/674843493630003311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/674843493630003311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-for-pen-in-for-pounding.html' title='In for pen, in for a pounding.'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/SEbE1wKKZPI/AAAAAAAAADE/8yyyOTKym54/s72-c/MissS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-6223189912369773010</id><published>2008-04-07T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:37:51.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R_lzk4RJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H4bdCJu33OU/s1600-h/Miss+STopper+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186303523310662322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R_lzk4RJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H4bdCJu33OU/s400/Miss+STopper+copy.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well so far so good in the book two saga all is done and off to the editors and copy write people for setting and messing with it and the like.&lt;br /&gt;All picks up where I left off in book one and starts off trying to make it as a stripper and NO before you ask the Confessions of a Stripper that is coming out later in the year is nothing to do with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bet she didn’t get a choice in title either, have noticed a plethora of ‘Confessions of’ books lately don’t think publishers are really that creative, they keep on going on about marketing the product and how it ‘does what it says on the tin’ helps sell, maybe it does but its getting very old hat now you would think they could come up with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back over the final copy (only four days late on my deadline in the end so not too bad)&lt;br /&gt;I could have added a lot more detail, at least a whole book more of text considering I have had to compact at least three years in to roughly 16 chapters, publishers wanted me to write it ‘up to present day’ but quite frankly that’s at least 9 years now since the end of book one and with 8months turn around for this one I haven’t had the time to elaborate on the swingers and fetish parties to start with. I was contracted to do min 74,000 words but not to many more, ended up with 80,000 so didn’t have much choice or time for that matter to round it off better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went well I thought and since its 4 years since I wrote how I started for the first book and learned what is needed and how to write a bit better (didn’t worry I am not giving up the night job, I doubt I could ever really make it as a professional writer, its not exactly one of my strong points after all) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have high hopes for book Two my Extra confessions should be better than the first, fingers crossed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well people will either love it or hate it I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time around I will probably get a bashing from the Gay community as well as the Fetish and the Swingers for someting I said or more likly didnt say about something that happened years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a brighter point I have been nicely added to a fellow Paid Companion's &lt;a href="http://www.thedollymoppfiles.co.uk/blog/?page_id=49"&gt;Book’s of Sins&lt;/a&gt; list on her blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.thedollymoppfiles.co.uk/"&gt;DollyMopp&lt;/a&gt; has added little me and my Confessions of a Working Girl to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you dear lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So if your out there and fancy a perusal of some naughty reads I am sure Dolly wont mind you popping in for a perve .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-6223189912369773010?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/6223189912369773010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/6223189912369773010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/fancy-dance.html' title='Fancy a Dance?'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R_lzk4RJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H4bdCJu33OU/s72-c/Miss+STopper+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-5479068104311451882</id><published>2008-02-13T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:21:59.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Extra, Extra read all about it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R7JDcldAm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/W7WCIGtTuUs/s1600-h/book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166265880916564914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R7JDcldAm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/W7WCIGtTuUs/s400/book+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R7I--VdAm5I/AAAAAAAAACk/dgRz0Nm025A/s1600-h/book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooh look what happens when Tesco and WHsmith clap their hands and say they didnt like the old yellow shoe cover either. Yep it has changed, funny that.&lt;br /&gt;Penguin wll not listen to me but will listen to the buyers.. ummmm&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to be all smug, honest (not that anyone would hear me say 'I told you so' here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big huge kiss to people at Tesco and WH Smith xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get cracking and get my second book finished for them now.&lt;br /&gt;Cripes! as the deadline has gone. Naughty me!&lt;br /&gt;I am in so much troubble, now if I could just get men to put me down for a few days I might be able to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second book picks up from where the first one left off with me moveing to London and is about what happened when I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From book 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, the grand total at the end of the night said it all really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I earned ￡50. I got to keep all of it because it was my first day, but I hated every moment of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What’s the point in teasing men? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Taking their money and then not being able to have my wicked way with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went back to the hotel room to shower and scrub myself. I felt dirty and cheap, and my mind was buzzing. I didn’t know how the girls on stage did it . . . hats off to them . . . or should that be pants off? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Definitely not my kind of thing, and there was so much bitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe it was just that club? Maybe a bit more of an upmarket one would be better? Whatever the set-up elsewhere, I decided stripping would be deeply frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had hoped I’d earn enough to cover what I would have missd out earning at the house in my absence, the cost of a cab home and still make a profit, but no such luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I returned the following night to see if it would be any better, but it wasn’t. I earned ￡80, good for a new girl, so I am told, but the house took ￡40 and my parking cost ￡20, so I felt even worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But it was decision time – should I stay at the house and work full-time now my course was finished and hope the situation improved and that my regs kept me ticking over until business picked up again, or should I take this way out and a chance to move to London for more adventure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I opted for London and a fresh start and called up the manageress at the strip club to say I’d take the job, but I needed to sort out somewhere to stay in London first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She gave me the phone number of one of her dancers, Claudia, as she had a room to let in Holborn, fairly near the club. I arranged to go and meet Claudia one afternoon in London so I could see the flat. She seemed a bit aloof, but her English was quite bad so it was hard to judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The flat was in a red-bricked council block close to Oxford Street, small and bare, but OK. My proposed room was poky, with a mattress on the floor and not much else, but I could move in two weeks’ time. Claudia was a tall, skinny, brunette ex-model (or so she said) from Russia, with a real attitude. She was here to learn English and was ‘just dancing’ at the club (I was snootily informed) to pay her way, but I got the impression there was a sugar daddy floating around in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The flat was immaculate, although there wasn’t any stuff around to make it untidy. The windows in the lounge didn’t even have curtains, and a bare light bulb hung from every ceiling, but that could all be fixed. I shook her bony hand and said I would take it. It felt like the right thing to do for the short term, even though the weekly rent was more than I paid per month with Layla and Sanita....(To be Continued in Extra Confessions of a Working Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-5479068104311451882?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/5479068104311451882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/5479068104311451882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra, Extra read all about it!'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/R7JDcldAm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/W7WCIGtTuUs/s72-c/book+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-8976604455618930306</id><published>2007-11-09T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:07:19.653Z</updated><title type='text'>I am only a whore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/RzPOA32cgVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0NI94MANj04/s1600-h/XXX-_tra_artwork+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130670914892759378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/RzPOA32cgVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0NI94MANj04/s200/XXX-_tra_artwork+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you guessed it the book is being called Xxxtra Confessions of a Working Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well at least its not the 'Further' rubbish any longer..&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know why they keep sending me suff eg titles, cover ect (I said nice but not sure on the yellow shoes, so of course I get ‘we all love the yellow shoes’ back in reply,I shouldnt have said a thing) and asking what I think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly from the responses they get from me, they don’t care and I know they will do what the hell they want anyway. I still don’t get why they keep asking me for my opinion its a total waste of all our time surely? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shouldn’t of had to stomp my feet and have to explain with them trying to call a book nearly similar to one in the same genre could hurt my business,life and make me look like a fool, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;  I have come to the conclusion working with a publisher is like working for an escort agent no matter what you think, they know better how to sell you and expect you to do as your told because that’s how you will earn more..bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Having gone independent and having more confidence in my business dealings, as a freelance doing what others tell me to do now is not sitting well with me like it used too. I had truly forgotten how frustrating it was being placated and told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all what do I know, I am only a whore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Crap I am sounding bitter and a bit pissed off don’t I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really,I have had a good few weeks so far,nearly rushed off my feet! In such a goodway too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am off on my holidays soon, so will be good to get away from everyone that might bother me for a good couple of weeks. Locked in a hotel room to get the rest of this next book down on virtual paper over Christmas before the deadline bites me on the arse in the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-8976604455618930306?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/8976604455618930306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/8976604455618930306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-only-whore.html' title='I am only a whore?'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/RzPOA32cgVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0NI94MANj04/s72-c/XXX-_tra_artwork+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-9117548700685389152</id><published>2007-11-03T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:00:11.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Xxxtra Confessions of a working girl</title><content type='html'>In response to Penguin my publishers  now wanting to title second book ‘Xxxtra Confessions of a working girl’&lt;br /&gt;And I said ‘what they want me to write hard core porn? because they do know that’s what xxx means x soft core porn or girl on girl stuff, xx  is classified straight sex and xxx is hard core and anal action’ I don’t buy that much porn but even I know that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent said along the lines of, No the general public will think it means a ‘bit saucy’.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................&lt;br /&gt;Email to my Agent  this week:&lt;br /&gt;‘Ok I am laughing my socks off ... of course everyone knows what tripple X means..I have a friend that’s a Sunday school teacher and even she knows what that means !and she knows nothing of the sex industry..why does everyone think I don’t know what the public thinks or knows??? Hell my family are white blooming picket fence and as about public in general as it gets and they would know that. so if we stood on the street and asked the public if xxx meant saucy or hard core porn, Penguin are telling they wouldnt say porn?&lt;br /&gt; ..my other straight friend (that doesn’t know what I do and I mentioned in passing of a friend writing a book with xxx in the title said ..I kid you not ...'oh my god hard core porn!'..so yes the public know ..they read the same news papers that everyone else reads..&lt;br /&gt;Am I livening in a whole other country or something here?&lt;br /&gt;lol we are in 2007 right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all..this is sooo funny... fairly saucy my ass..Oh I love you..this cracks me up...&lt;br /&gt;Fine with me, but I am not giving money back if people ask for a refund...&lt;br /&gt;Is Tesco going to go for that really?...have they said so???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;So It looks like I am going to write hard core porn book without the hard bit..&lt;br /&gt;So more like a book with an erection problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-9117548700685389152?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/9117548700685389152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/9117548700685389152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/xxxtra-confessions-of-working-girl.html' title='Xxxtra Confessions of a working girl'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-3453124737642603463</id><published>2007-10-22T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:19:33.042Z</updated><title type='text'>What in the name...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rxvqb6RAPOI/AAAAAAAAACE/K_-N8yAhjd0/s1600-h/book+cover+copy+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123946766282013922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rxvqb6RAPOI/AAAAAAAAACE/K_-N8yAhjd0/s320/book+cover+copy+2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was bound to happen at some point, you could just guess that as soon as ‘Secret diary of a call girl’ hit the screens and Billie Piper got plastered on Belles front cover ,that it was going to bounce back in the charts and probably knock mine off the Sunday Times List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Do like the series though if you where wondering, especialy the one where she rides her cilent like a horse with a saddle..who would have time to bother about that?And just plain envious of the expencive huge working flat, never known a girl have one that big ,but Ok it is TV after all!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well it was good while it lasted and I will probably fade in to the dark back where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;Especially as I personally am having issues with the new title for the second book the continued bit about when I came to London. Further Confessions of a working girl is trying to be forced upon me and I don’t like it. The sequel might not get published at this rate!&lt;br /&gt;It’s bad enough people keep thinking I am copying off the back of Belles let alone copying her second book with a nearly dead on Title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep being told its 'what you do when you have a second' and a few books do the same with the 'Further' tag, what they don’t get is its books in other genres so its not so much copy cat for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am my own person, a feisty red head too boot, I don’t like being boxed in to look like someone they think is the same when I a not. Having people patting me on the head telling me they know best, is quite frankly metaphorically, making me want to bite them on the ankles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally would like if I have too ‘Confessions of a Working Girl-Continued’ but no one is interested in my feelings as its just a product to them and just in it for the money, what do I matter if I lok like a compleat twat to the industry to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell I am a product to my clients too in a way, but I will not do anything they want just because of the money...even they treat me with more respect than that.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think it helped that I put my foot down and said I wouldn’t sign the new contract if it was going to be the ‘Further ‘ version. I think I have caused trouble and pissed a few people off.&lt;br /&gt;Why every one thinks that just because I am a whore means I will do anything for the money and screw my principals has another thing coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think they would know by now I don’t whore anything just for the money .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-3453124737642603463?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/3453124737642603463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/3453124737642603463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-in-name.html' title='What in the name...?'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rxvqb6RAPOI/AAAAAAAAACE/K_-N8yAhjd0/s72-c/book+cover+copy+2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-3060047410892943207</id><published>2007-09-04T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:01:40.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Selling myself-oh yes and my book</title><content type='html'>Well this week still hanging on in there at NO:7 in the Times bestsellers list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought a cheap summer 2 for 3 read would get this far -I am the author and I sure didn’t. Looks like I am still on top of Mr Ramsay &amp;amp; Mr Titchmarsh!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From The Sunday Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2, 2007 :Augusts sales and Total sales&lt;br /&gt;Paperbacks: general &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;Marley and Me/John Grogan (Hodder £7.99) American couple’s lives are changed when they acquire a neurotic dog 104,105 (104,240)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; The Sound of Laughter/Peter Kay (Arrow £7.99) Comedian’s memoir, from Bolton childhood to stage and screen fame 88,935 (174,980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid Bill Bryson(Black Swan £7.99) Humorist looks back at his 1950s American childhood 57,305 (311,340)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; The God Delusion/Richard Dawkins (Black Swan £8.99) Powerful arguments on the irrationality of and harm caused by faith 49,140 (218,615)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Damaged: The Heartbreaking True Story of a Forgotten Child/Cathy Glass(Harper £6.99) Foster carer’s relationship with abused child 47,265 (47,265)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Gerrard: My Autobiography/Steven Gerrard (Bantam £7.99) Life of the Liverpool captain who lifted 2005 Champions League trophy 34,865 (47,290)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confessions of a Working Girl/Miss S&lt;/strong&gt; (Penguin £6.99) Real-life diary of the author’s first year in a brothel 26,545 (37,505)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; Humble Pie/Gordon Ramsay (HarperCollins £7.99) How the Scot became one of the world’s most successful chefs 25,510 (191,725)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Fear of the Collar/Patrick Touher (Ebury £6.99) Inside story of maltreatment at Dublin’s infamous Artane Industrial School 22,135 (32,380)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; Nobbut a Lad/Alan Titchmarsh (Coronet £6.99) Television gardener and novelist waxes lyrical about his Yorkshire childhood 20,305 (34,115)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for buying it to everyone that has and I still thank you if you liked it or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just to annoy further have started on Confessions of a working girl part 2, or year two? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea yet its not like I have much chioce in the matter, the title will be decided by my publisher like it was the last, as to what 'will sell' and the cover will be decided by Tesco as not to cause any offence to its buyers before they will sell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That just leaves me less than 5 months to write it ready for next years summer read offer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought being on the Game was difficult! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-3060047410892943207?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/3060047410892943207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/3060047410892943207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/selling-myself-oh-yes-and-my-book.html' title='Selling myself-oh yes and my book'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-2001965178499125992</id><published>2007-07-18T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:23:32.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Is that a rubber in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ShmVzXLI/AAAAAAAAABM/clfhV8seFw4/s1600-h/Carry+a+condom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088524997412215986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ShmVzXLI/AAAAAAAAABM/clfhV8seFw4/s200/Carry+a+condom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really don’t get it?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that carrying a small piece of rubber around, a piece of rubber that saves peoples lives, causes so much embarrassment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t Condoms be carried in bags and wallets as a symbol of safer sex and public good?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are in a stable relationship, don’t plan on indulging or can not get a date for love not money, is no excuse to set a bad example to all of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you have one on you it doesn’t mean you are going to use it does it, that’s like saying all people that carry guns have them so they can shoot someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people wonder why the UK has high STD rates and Europe’s highest teen pregnancy rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a favour to me, Please put a condom in your bag, purse or wallet, even if it is just in case a friend needs one.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-2001965178499125992?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/2001965178499125992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/2001965178499125992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-that-rubber-n-your-pocket-or-are-you.html' title='Is that a rubber in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ShmVzXLI/AAAAAAAAABM/clfhV8seFw4/s72-c/Carry+a+condom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-451712073687477404</id><published>2007-07-13T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:10:29.026Z</updated><title type='text'>If you fancy a peep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpfc-WVzXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EA6E6bHI3Wk/s1600-h/Confessions+of+a+Working+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086777267845291154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpfc-WVzXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EA6E6bHI3Wk/s320/Confessions+of+a+Working+Girl.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview in this August's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evemagazine.co.uk/thismonth.htm"&gt;Eve Magazine&lt;/a&gt; is out now in Page 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and people, as with most media -&lt;br /&gt;Take everything you read with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no my name is not Corrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-451712073687477404?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/451712073687477404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/451712073687477404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-fancy-peep.html' title='If you fancy a peep'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpfc-WVzXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EA6E6bHI3Wk/s72-c/Confessions+of+a+Working+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-5736626722139724272</id><published>2007-04-10T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:00:51.728Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Easy Buck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ckWVzXPI/AAAAAAAAABs/EaAlooBcLcc/s1600-h/face+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ckWVzXPI/AAAAAAAAABs/EaAlooBcLcc/s200/face+1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088536039773134066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five star Life style Confessions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some one said some where recently I had a five star lifestyle for a few hours work!&lt;br /&gt;What they forgot to say is that for a few hours so called ‘working' there are all the double hours of admin, phone calls and other work involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I added it altogether is probably close to 65 hours a week, I will tell you this so called five star life is long hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to enter the profession just so you can buy designer goods and have an easy life?&lt;br /&gt;You are better off doing longer hours at the office, with less risk to your sanity and health trust me on this one. &lt;br /&gt;Because as soon as you step over the line there is no going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rates can be high mainly because so is the risk to health, heart and head.&lt;br /&gt;No part of the industry is an easy buck. It never was and it never will be. In this world today just joining an agency or sticking up a website as saying 'I am worth such and such’ will not necessarily bring in money to even cover your costs, let alone buy you posh bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rates are high because I have spent many years gaining experience and clients along the way, it didnt happen over night. That is not something you can tell someone how to do or read it in just one book.Not even mine. You learn as you go along, research from many different sources and people can keep you safer, using your strengths to your advantage can help if you know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases if you are unlucky it can take years of hard work, till you can have a client base you are happy with and happy with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to portray the industry as glamorous, I am really not because it isn’t. As one journalist put it ‘Vice is not Nice’. She was right on that one front its not always nice at all,I dont think I can name a lady that has said it is off the top of my redhead?Some clients can be a real pain especially if you are working for an agent and don’t get to chose who you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is hard for this lifestyle not to sound glam when all your asked by interviewers/press/journalist and people all the time is about how much you make.&lt;br /&gt;What designer brands you have?&lt;br /&gt;What clients have bought you and what famous restaurants and places have they taken you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have only happened once but it gets blown up like it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I still laugh about all the ladies that put dining and the theatre among their escort duties.&lt;br /&gt;In all of ten years working, have only been taken to the theatre once and that was years ago, why would a gent when paying for your time want to take you to some long drawn out show, rather than spend it in you intimate company, I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to know the dangers as well as the glamour really, no one wants to know the grubby side that goes alongside with it hand in hand and how it can mess with your head. Not both together anyhow, they say they do but when it comes to the crunch. Its all one side to make a point or dramatically the other to make good copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to portray anything I would rather portray the fact that working safely and safer than others, does not mean you will earn less than them.The state of sexual health in the UK is appalling and education is even worse, the more knowledge there is out there hopefully safer practices will prevail. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely Confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember how lonely and isolation the profession can be when you start.&lt;br /&gt;Even if a small part of my book helps to make others feel less alone who work in the same spheres, that’s good with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying for an award or fame with a book, just to tell my story is all.&lt;br /&gt;At least have a heart to read it before condemning me outright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I confess right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have never taken a cut, never pimped another human being.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy pimping myself thank you very much and would never work off the back of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasting whinge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake people, lets call people trafficking and forced labour for what it truly is and that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slavery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing more, nothing diffrent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-5736626722139724272?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/5736626722139724272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/5736626722139724272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/easy-buck.html' title='Easy Buck'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4ckWVzXPI/AAAAAAAAABs/EaAlooBcLcc/s72-c/face+1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-8981438018086023735</id><published>2007-03-05T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:16:16.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Between the covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4dgGVzXQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZBGf5fkXPGs/s1600-h/Miss+S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088537066270317826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4dgGVzXQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZBGf5fkXPGs/s320/Miss+S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can confess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know everything about the industry, I am not going to claim to, but I have seen quite lot and probably more than the occasional researcher that sticks their nose in to one small part of the huge industry and goes ‘I know it all and this is how it is’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing Confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a book is not as profitable as you would think, advances are not what they where, so I hear. If I tried,realy tried, I could probably earn more in a week than I have off the back of one book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not going to take this up full time to make a crust, so Ok I might not be slogging away to earn a living from the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are many a writer turned paid companion to support their income, why not the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you sceptics out there,you might not belive it but I am not really trying to sell (and yes I am aware this who blog is a blatant advert of sorts) to make a huge pile of money.&lt;br /&gt;I have never looked at this as falling on the band wagon of so called call girl lit&lt;br /&gt;(for a start its not about a call girl and I am not American! No offence to American's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;I did start writing this years back after a goading bet (might write about it later in another post)and then when I got some down on paper and after everyone passing it around like a hot potato.It sat in the bottom draw of someone’s desk. Because at the time no women publisher or agents had balls enough to even talk with me, let alone take me on and see if it could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until a very ballsy agent took me on and even broader minded publishers.&lt;br /&gt;Who don’t kick women down just because they chose a different path than others, unlike like other publishers that have snubbed people in the past.Just because of what they do rather then what they write think they are beneath them and not worth a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, gripe over about that. Felling better already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover confession :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice cover and good for marketing for a beach time read, I see no problem with that, but I personally do not like my book cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do like the little orange boots down the spine (my publishers will probably get me to pull this bit as bad publicity,but lets just see how long it lasts here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all the other lady’s out there that have similar memoir covers of an illustration bent, I don’t mean to copy. It wasn’t my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp9D4mVzXRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wDtvZtO29Ag/s1600-h/confessions+of+a+working+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088860743595678994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp9D4mVzXRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wDtvZtO29Ag/s320/confessions+of+a+working+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt; I did rather like the original, even though it was bright Pink&lt;br /&gt;(what’s with all the pink? do women really buy things just because its pink? I thought we had more taste than that)&lt;br /&gt;And it did have Kinky in the title until Supermarkets said they 'don’t sell kink' and it might put mothers off their morning shop or some such fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all had to change, so away went the weird feather duster riding crop thingie, the fishnet and the Kinky!&lt;br /&gt;Now has some big pink knickers on it that no working girl I know, would be seen working in unless she had been asked to for some sort of wife fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think by now they would realize that sex is going mainstream, no one is too bothered any more. I only have to walk down the road, past the chemist to see some sun cream add, with a large photo billboard of some girls bum in a thong bikini and no one really gives it a second glance any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it means lady’s from the WI can read it at the beach without getting to embarrassed, then hey what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-8981438018086023735?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/8981438018086023735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/8981438018086023735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/beetween-pages.html' title='Between the covers'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rp4dgGVzXQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZBGf5fkXPGs/s72-c/Miss+S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130301846414863708.post-1262914980134689104</id><published>2007-02-02T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:50:13.232Z</updated><title type='text'>To all that have paid a price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpevv2VzXEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TrNEivqc3Aw/s1600-h/book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086727540713937986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpevv2VzXEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TrNEivqc3Aw/s320/book+cover.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After four years of trying to see if I could get published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.penguin.co.uk/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780141032344,00.html?sym=SYN#"&gt;Penguin&lt;/a&gt; have published my ramblings and memoirs about my first year of work in an English Bordello in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;In paper back it is out in July and called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Confessions-Working-Girl-S-Miss/dp/0141032340/ref=sr_1_2/026-2259819-4779666?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;qid=1183727893&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Confessions of a Working Girl by Miss S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a few things off my chest and mainly because I as yet am unable to work out the inner workings of My Space, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a little space on the net here as a blog, for a bit of a vent before I explode- as no other bugger listens to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Confessions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not as worthy as others to try to make a living by the pen?&lt;br /&gt;Are we only to be allowed to sell our body’s and not the contents of our brains? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From some of the reactions from the press you would think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of other worldly lady’s out there that have stories of their own and mine is but a small one. Many have been written before and many will after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book is about being a working girl in a brothel when I started 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Not about working as a Call girl(US)/Escort(UK). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well ok I have been, but that came some time after I left the bordello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few years after that I became a independent paid companion like I am today.&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Well not a lot on the surface, but under that quite a huge divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake the title does give it away a little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working girl is the politically correct term for prostitute without the stigma in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;It does have sex scenes in it true, it is about a brothel what do people expect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That I am going to talk about tea and hobnobs throughout?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, this is the twenty first century people. Has any one read women’s romance novels recently? And people think mine sounds too like soft core porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned, even though they cut out many graphic words, if you do not wish to know the ins and out of a working house then don’t read it.&lt;br /&gt;It Is as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are being paid to by some company for work related research reasons, you shouldn’t be made or forced to do something you don’t want to in this world, no one should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put it down, step away from my book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6130301846414863708-1262914980134689104?l=confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/1262914980134689104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130301846414863708/posts/default/1262914980134689104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofaworkinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-all-that-have-paid-price.html' title='To all that have paid a price'/><author><name>Miss S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036973887350601108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41VZi1jkytL._SL150_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pKiqSjDg3pM/Rpevv2VzXEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TrNEivqc3Aw/s72-c/book+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
