When nerds get wild
I was paid £150 per hour by dodgy Russian billionaires to do their ‘IT’. As a girl with all the requisite parts – some of them fancy – they’d invite me around to crawl around underneath desks for a bit, maybe bend over. Once, I went swimming. Hardly any work would ever take place; often times, my first hour was spent drinking tea and thwarting the sweaty horny-handedness of the oligarch’s son.

Now, I realise that this was a very misogynistic role and that I, as a vaguely intelligent lady, should have some feminist ideals, but…

Making £3000+ per week having spent the previous months starving – a couple of those nights actually kipping in the open air…yes, I’m pretty sure I’d allow people to look at my arse, as long as nothing went up it. At that point in my life, somebody could have paid me in jellybeans and I’d have shown them my underpants.

P.S. I have a nice job now with nice people and a direct complaints line if somebody looks at my backside with awesome wonderment / disgust / lust.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 10:04, 4 replies)

For £5000
..would you have let things go up it?
( 100% Cock Raw like carrots., Fri 10 Sep 2010, 11:09, closed)

No.
For £15,000, maybe.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 14:50, closed)

Jellybeans
If we pay you in jellybeans now what would we get?
(langers, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 13:07, closed)

Digestion.

(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 10 Sep 2010, 14:51, closed)