My name is Cassandra, though my business acquaintances call me Cassy. Though for $10,000 a pop, they can call me damn well anything they like. I'm often called a professional companion or a Adult Entertainer; that's so those rich old men can delude themselves into thinking they are not cheating on their wives.

To me, it's all the same. It pays the bills. Oh, there are a few occupational hazards in this profession, undercover policemen for instance but they don't keep me long. They have bigger fish to fry and they seem to enjoy my services as much as anyone else that contracts me.

I've never enjoyed it much, but it pretty much was required back then.

I started my career right out of college. I had completed the coursework for my law degree and ready to take my bar when unexpected fees came up. I don't have any parents, they died when I was young, Grandparents where gone years before I was born. I have no relatives to speak of. And $1000 dollars in 2 days wasn't something I could get my hands on all that easily living in near poverty and taking loans for school.

Let me tell you something, law degrees are the most useless pieces of crap ever thought up by men. And they don't matter two shakes when some guy is ramming his manhood into your sphincter.

It's rather ironic, though. I work the upper class neighborhoods with a clientele that is almost exclusively lawyers and judges. As a child growing up in orphanages I was screwed into poverty by the bureaucratic legal system. And as a young woman fresh from college I screwed the legal system out of poverty. That's all those overweight, sweaty men are good for any ways.

I take a certain amount of sadistic satisfaction in the irony of it all, and I don't have too many major regrets about my profession. One thing sticks in my craw, though. I made it all the way through college without providing favors to a single professor. I will never know wether it would have clinched my future career or not... but at least I could have gotten a little practice!