Much as Alice Young enjoyed the chemistry between women and men, she enjoyed women too – every once in a while. They had a subtle pull, an energetic presence than was enticing in an entirely different way. Unable to say who or what she preferred, Alice Young simply refused to choose. It wasn’t a matter of one or the other, or both equally. Alice certainly liked men. But she loved the female form, too. And everything in between, in fact. And in those moments when she noticed a beautiful, elegant woman felt a spark pass between them she felt a little thrill. Energy passed between two women felt different to the energy between women and men.
For most women, after marriage and career settled in, girl on girl action was relegated to their youth, wild parties and the occasional confession of an experience with a uni friend. With their pilates classes and weekly waxes, most women Alice Young met in Sydney were like neatly mown yards with fences that hemmed them in. Those who knew about Alice’s career as a professional escort were either intrigued or judgmental usually a little of both. Alice didn’t mind. Alice Young was a rogue, a stray bullet a woman who had never been conventional. Continue reading “The escort world”