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My name is Pippa and it is also my work name. Why did I become a sex worker, my boss got me into it. This is my story.

It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales. Effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the written proposals for commercial window replacements. The salesmen obtained the enquiries, I submitted their proposals which they went on to secure or not.

After two years with this company, due to lack of candidates, I was allowed to go out on sales assignments. As a newbie I started out on the no hope sales opportunities, with time I managed to secure a few sales. My salary was slightly better, but not a lot, but I was paid a large commission on each sale. It all helped.

I had a nice rented apartment that I shared with my mother, my father disappeared years ago, never really knew him. Money was always tight, my mother worked in a supermarket on the tills and filling shelves at night, but we got by. She recently met someone working in the store, first person she went out with since my father's disappearance trick. They got on well together and eventually she moved in with them, I could now manage financially, just, on my own. So I took over the apartment.

One day I was called into my Sales Managers office, he said this is a sales opportunity you can look after. It will be a difficult one to capture but I think you can manage it, good experience if nothing else. Plus I now had use of a company pool car, only passed my driving test a few weeks before, I was over the moon.

I was twenty two, five foot nine, long blond hair, toned slim figure, I did gymnastics as a hobby. I had a few boyfriends, none of them stood the test of time. They all only wanted one thing, closes they got was their cold hands down my knickers, and even then they messed it up. I could do better myself and often did. Well we all do don't we?

I went to see my first major client, a consulting company who was acting on behalf of a City Building Works Department. I was given the formal enquiry after I had registered interest for my company to bid for this project.

Our QS department did their estimates and a new girl Jo, who only started two days ago, did the written proposal for me. She was disabled and in a wheel chair, the proposal was uninspiring. Her first job after coming out of hospital three months ago, they had to break her legs so she could sit in a wheelchair. She was very entheaustic, so we sat down together and brought it up to a presentable information standard, best I have ever seen from the company.

Jo said leave it with me, when I was in hospital and before that when all I could do lying in bed, I learnt how to use professional proposal presentation and publishing software packages. Next day Jo gave me an absolutely fantastically presented proposal to me. It included a picture of me and detailed my professional skills. My job was now to get the Sales Manager to sign it off.

The next day I took it into him to approve, he was over the moon about it. When he looked at the value on the proposal, just over one million, that was ten times bigger than our largest contract, he almost fell out of his chair. I talked him into reducing the price to just below one million to get us into the next stage of being short listed.

Although he was unsure of letting me run with this proposal, given that I was the newbie. He asked me could I bring this contract home and do you know what it will entail. I said yes I can. The next day I hand delivered the proposal to the consultants, my life was to change for ever from that point on.

The consultants reviewed it and prepared a never ending stream of questions for me to answer. Jo and I gave well prepared and presented answers. A month later we were told we were short listed to the final stage.

My Sales Manager was ecstatic at me getting this far with the proposal. Some of the older salesmen were critical and said all you need to do is sleep with the client and win the order. At that time I didn't realise the implications of what they said.

Head office had now taken an interest in this proposal and challenged my Sales Manager on, could I bring this contract home or, should they get someone else to do it and did I understand what was required of me to do it. Being cornered he said yes, look at her profile in the proposal. Answer was ok I think she can do it, my approval to proceed.

I didn't know it at this time but my boss had just given me my first assignment.

I was given my final brief on how much I could negotiate on without referral back to him and head office. I was told, if asked about reseller discount, to reply it will be applied in the usual way, no more. I was surprised by this, my boss said you don't want to know.

Arrangements were made for me to stay overnight at the Scotsman hotel, in Edinburgh and have a signing meal with the customer. I was to meet the head of the City Building Works izmit escort bayan Department, who had been giving presentations to the Holyrood Parliament earlier in the day. His name was Angus and I would meet him in the restaurant lounge area at seven thirty, he would know me from my picture in the proposal.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in, and reviewed my notes and documents that needed to be signed that night. I then got dressed for my meeting, the company had advanced me three hundred, against commissions I still had to be paid. It paid for a slinky little black number and the accessories to go with it, French makeup too.

I went down to the restaurant lounge with its quirky coffee table and ordered a G