The working weekends. Outside the office windows, it’s getting dark. The work planned for today is done; I’m sitting at the computer and glancing at my watch.

At that moment, a girl, a secretary, a twenty-five-year-old creature with a model figure, looking like a girl from escort outcall/incall, with luxurious hair of lime-honey color and large bright blue child’s eyes on a puppet-looking face struck into the office. Four years ago, she married a man of patriarchal views, who was older than she. Husband, a businessman, often was on business trips, and the girl at this time enjoyed life and was looking for adventures with young guys, like Russian escort Bursa girl.

It was not typical for me. It was 10:30 AM but I was already exhaustingly tired. Like a horse that was working in the field for 16 hours straight. Well, I, a Bursa escort girl, did not work for 16 hours but yesterday, I came to an order to a company of young boys. They had a bachelor party, where I danced a striptease for them for more than 2 hours straight, changing my costumes several times. I even danced it ‘backwards’ (they asked it) – from completely nude, I was dressing items of clothing one by one until I had over 20 items on me (including a jacket, shoes, and a hat). They loved the idea and now, several of them even have my phone number on a speed dial. I’m sure, I have established a new trend doing so.