My mother christened me Jane. It had been her mother’s name and as her mother died just before I was born, it seemed like a fitting tribute.
Needless to say, as I was growing up there were a lot of plain Jane jokes made by my aunts. And indeed, things did look a little worrying at one point. As an early teen, I needed glasses and a brace and a little bit of puppy fat added some extra inches to my body.
My aunts need not have worried. My braces and glasses came off as soon as I got to the age of 17. the puppy fat melted off, but pleasingly stayed in place round my hips and bust. Plain Jane no more, as my mother so eloquently said. I smiled to myself. I had already noted the power of beauty. It’s hard to remain unaware when you walk down the street and there seem to be so many admiring glances…
But what to do with these looks, I wondered to myself, which is where the London escort agency came in. They told me they knew a lot of men who would really appreciate the way I looked, payment would be regular and of the kind which would indulge my love of travel, fine wine, good food and great clothes.
I was sold!
What remained, though, was my name. I didn’t want to be Plain Jane any more. I looked up some options, I tried on a few names to see which one ‘fitted’ best. Jane didn’t seem right at all for someone with dark hair and dark eyes – I thought she needed a much more exotic name. London Escort Agencies are full of exotic girls, after all. But I didn’t want anything too foolish, so I opted for…
Ah, that’s a secret I’m afraid, but see if you can guess which one of we lovely girls once went by the much more ordinary moniker of Jane.
