Jo was, in some respects, a very lucky girl. She came from a nice background, and had had a great time at school and university, where she'd studied drama and media. Now she was living in London and fulfilling a longstanding dream: to be a kids' TV presenter.
It was a great job, but it could be tiring. Jo's main job was to provide links between teatime shows, and that meant doing a lot of research and spending two or three very intense hours every day bouncing around her little set being really chirpy and enthusiastic. She had to meet kids, interview minor pop stars and do all kinds of other small jobs. In many ways it could be very draining, but she was a really enthusiastic girl and she always did her best to do a good job.
As well as being really enthusiastic she was very attractive. She had long, wavy, dark blonde hair that framed a cute, rounded face with blue eyes and full, naturally-red lips. Her complexion was rich and deep - the look of the classic English rose.
The rest of her body ws pretty cute, too. Every weekday evening, all over the country, several hundred thousand hormonal 14-year-old boys - and their dads - tuned in to admire her slim and sexy figure crammed into tight jeans, with a thin band of flesh inviting exposed above the waistline. Even more tantalising, she usually wore baggy tops. Jo had a very full and inviting 36dd bust, and the first few appearances she had made wearing tight tops had caused very camera and technical crew in the studio to lose concentration completely. The director had quietly taken her on one side and asked her to wear something just a little more demure in future. That, of course, only made her more alluring as boys and men over the country strained their eyes close to TV sets looking the tantalising hints of curves under her baggy tops.
However, there was one source of disenchantment in Jo's otherwise happy life: she was permanently short of cash. Everyone seemed to imagine that TV presenters got paid a lot of money; the truth was that she was only earning about as much as friend of hers who had become teachers, and living in London was expensive.
It was for that reason that she decided to become an escort girl. Her job was finished by 6pm most days, and she didn't work weekends, so she reasoned that even if she did two or three incall or outcall appointments a week she would make some very good money.
And so it proved. Jo found that escorting more than covered her living expenses. It didn't tire her out - in fact, more often than not it was a pleasant contrast to her working life - and, best, of all, she really, really enjoyed it. Partially this was because she loved sex, but also because being an escort allowed her to express her true, horny nature in a way that being a kids' TV presenter never could. Mostly she did outcall appointments, but every now and then she also did an incall from her flat in Chelsea. It was a fun life, it paid well and she loved the sex. Everything was good.
Until, that is, one day in early June when she got an early morning call from her agent, who suggested that she look at the front page of the Daily Mirror.
"KID TV JO IS SECRET CALLGIRL!"
Jo's heart sank. It seems a client she had seen a couple of days before - who had actually seemed rather enthusiastic and had stayed for the full hour of the incall, despite the claim in the paper that he had made his excuses and left after five minutes - had actually been a reporter. There was a photo of her sprawled on her bed in the sexy cream lingerie she often wore to entertain clients.
She'd barely had time to scan the story before the phone rang again - it was the secretary of the boss of her TV station. She had to be in his office for an emergency disciplinary meeting at midday. She was suspended from work, and her place would be taken by her co-presenter that afternoon and for the rest of the week.
Jo was nervous but also a little thrilled - she knew she was going to be even more famous than before, and nobody can find that anything but thrilling. She also knew that she had to make a very good impression on Roger, the station boss, and the various other managers that would be attending her disciplinary meeting.
She was a practical girl, and, rather than worrying, she immediately ran through to her bedroom to decide what to wear. She settled on a businesslike, but short, black skirt, with a white top and dark blue, figure-hugging jumper to show off her breasts to best advantage. Underneath she wore a plain black bra and - after some consideration - no panties. She thought it was important to be as sexy as possible. She had a plan for keeping her job, and it depended on her using the skills she had learned as a presenter - and as a sexy London escort girl...
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