Digging my CV out of my bag, I handed it to the lady sitting opposite me.
An attractive single woman in her mid30s, she scanned the page.
After taking in my work history, she flicked through a bundle of health records.
‘All seems in order,’ she said. ‘Shall we get started?’
It was December 2011, and after chatting on social media, I’d travelled across the country to her house for our meeting.
It was a bit of an unusual job interview though.
Because after shuffling through my personal info, she led me to her bedroom.
For the next 10 minutes, we had sex.
Strictly missionary,
