Yours Truly

by Devere, Tallulah

• ISBN13: 9781456785802
• ISBN10: 145678580X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2011-08-05
• Publisher: Authorhouse

Summary

Faced with a mountain of debt and imminent repossession of the family home Tallulah ventured into the sordid, seedy world of prostitution and domination. Her courageous and resourceful spirit took her on a venture from part-time escort, to dominatrix and ultimately to running a brothel in London. Her sense of humour and tolerant nature allowed her not only to survive, but actually thrive in this bizarre, degrading environment. Yours Truly pushes the boundaries and makes no apologies in this shocking exposure of the sex industry.

Excerpts

Over the following weeks I took hundreds of calls, mainly from guys wanting to visit me, even though I'd reworded my original ad. I was beginning to realise there wasn't enough work for outcalls only. On average, I visited three men a week. I knew by then that if I wanted to make money I needed a place to work from. In the meantime, I decided to reinvent myself. But how? I pondered over the ads in the paper. Apart from a transvestite and a dominatrix offering telephone sex, all the ads were similar. It was while watching a Carry On film one afternoon that I thought of doing a naughty nurse. I didn't even have to buy a uniform, as an old boyfriend who liked me to dress up kinky had bought me an original. I bought another phone so the nurse would have a different number from Truly Scrumptious. The ad read Nurse Naughty on duty for treatment and relief-visiting service by appointment. After placing the ad, I waited anxiously for the response. I received calls from men wanting all kinds of treatment from sex to prostate check-ups. Some of them must have thought I was a real nurse. The evening the nurse ad came out I took a call from a very well-spoken old gentleman who said he desperately needed my help, and asked if I'd come out and administer the appropriate treatment. I told him my fees and we agreed on a time. My partner was happy when I told him I had a job not far from us, about five miles away. He'd started getting fed up of accompanying me to jobs and even accused me of being a workaholic. This pissed me off, as he was quite happy spending the money I'd earned. After quite a bit of persuading and the promise of some puff, he drove me to the job. The old gent had switched on the porch light for me. I thought that was very sweet, as most punters were reluctant to do so for fear of their neighbours seeing me. I often had to reassure them over the phone that I was very discreet and would not go to their door dressed in anything obvious. The door opened and at first I was unable to see my client, as he was tucked behind the street door. It was only after he ushered me in and closed the door that I realised why he was hiding. 'Thank you, nurse, for coming to see me. I just can't help myself. I have this terrrible urge to go out like this, but what would people say?' I thought for a moment before replying, 'It's a bit cold outside to be wearing only a negligee and sandals. I think you need advice on appropriate clothing if you want to go out in future.' Much to my relief he appeared delighted with this suggestion and showed me into his sitting room. He insisted on making tea and biscuits for us both, which he brought in on a tray along with my consultation fee. He then opened up to me. John was secretly Janine and had been hiding this for over fifty years. Apparently, I was the first person he'd told, apart from his wife, who had recently died. She found out after being married to him for over thirty years when she'd come home early from shopping one Saturday afternoon. She usually had her hair done every month, regular as clockwork, but this particular day she had a headache. She walked in and found him dressed as Janine. He was wearing her best red satin dress and stockings, and had even attemped to squeeze into a pair of her court shoes. Needless to say, she went bats and made him burn the items of clothing. They never spoke about the incident again. I felt sorry for him and offered to go shopping on his behalf for some larger items of ladies clothing. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that he cried. I think it was because he'd just offloaded a secret he'd held onto for far too long.