bigstockphoto_Dawn_3508669-2The early morning alarm rings to the motivational sounds of Beyonce. The Bootylicious one belts out an inspirational tune that encourages me to spring out of bed and welcome up the new day.

In keeping with a newly established ritual, I turn to my personal trainer (loosely speaking) Mr. Wii Fit. After an exhausting routine that would make Shannon (the hot guy from the Australian Biggest Loser) gasp, I hit the shower in high anticipation of the adventure that lies ahead.

Finishing a healthy breakfast, I rush out the door and jump into my trusty Japanese buggy. I’m on a mission and time is ticking as I head off to my favorite place in the entire world…the hairdresser.

With the help of some 1980’s party mix blaring in the car, I struggle through the traffic. I never fail to entertain bemused pedestrians stalled at traffic lights/school crossings, with my impressive repertoire of head-banging cum air- guitar and accompanying caterwauling vocalizations.

Clearly a class act!

Arriving at the shop of aesthetic improvements, my talons and tresses are tended too. A particular highlight for me is the massage on my highly responsive cranium, ahhh! Guess we all like head jobs. 🙂

It seems important to be well maintained as I embark on creating the alter ego of “Karen Thompson “.

Heading back to KTE (Karen Thompson Enterprises) headquarters, I have a busy day of administration ahead but do take the time to confirm my evening booking. It’s one of my favorite outings “the dinner date”. This has been one of my most popular introductory services. The idea of a romantic dinner followed up by a premium quality indulgence seems to be a hit.

I guess there’s something about a genuine girlfriend experience that flips the right switches.

As the time of the date draws closer I start major preparations.

Now Rome wasn’t built in a day and Karen was created some time last century so some well paced and skillful makeup application is pretty important.

Some playful thoughts cross my mind as I slide my curvy, perfumed body into a slinky low cut number.

Time to go and my driver arrives who whisks me away in his chariot (actually it’s a Holden Statesman – pffft but don’t tell anyone).

We arrive at our destination “The Intercontinental Hotel” and with a quick sms to my client I am directed to the cosy restaurant of “Café Opera” for a delicious meal, glass of wine and some engaging conversation.

As we complete our meal the question of dessert becomes important. I suggest with a wink to my client a personally guided tour of his hotel room. He is pretty quick on the uptake and I find myself being eagerly guided up the lift several floors to a lovely suite.

Now the fact that I’m a lady prevents me from divulging what transpired over the wonderfully intimate time shared together but lets just say it was a three hat GFE.

With a farewell kiss on the lips and a smile on his face, I disappear into the darkness of the night to be transformed back once again to mild mannered Ms Average from the suburbs.