Born Again Bad Girl, The Xtreme Series

The Polished wooden floor reflected the image of me on the floor whilst sitting on the side of a Victorian style bed. I placed my hand on the bed frame. I tapped my nails as i gasped for sanity like a dolphin surfacing for air. Too many failed business's, the broken friendships, and strained relationships had lead on me a pathway to despair. The morning air heated by the scorching tropical sun was adding life in to my lungs.

I was alone in a tropical paradise; I stood up my naked frame cast a sexy silhouette of a shadow on the bed as the sun beamed through the open Frenchs doors. I walked out stood on the wooden veranda, the land slipped away under the deck to a secluded beach, the waves crashed gently on the beach. The coconut and tropical palms fluttered their leaves in breeze, reminding me they were alive. I held the rails content in the knowledge I was alone.

I wasn't ready to face the world, stripped of my prosperity, my confidence, and my sex appeal. I needed to think more on the lines of basics. My only communication was with my sweet smiling friend, back freezing her cute little bum off in a heated hotel room in the colder climates of the world to my north.
My bags lie closed on the floor in the corner of the room. The veranda was spacious and went around the entire house. My exit from the high life was speedy. My life had become enveloped in an encroaching darkening cloud.

i saw by chance, an add for a new start, in the classifieds with the promise of greater things. I sheepishly negate any detail of my former life to the talent scout in our very brief meeting. I was given the call in the dead of nite and left with what items I could fit into my black travel bag. Shutting the door was like closing the door on my past life, my troubles, my battles and my memories.

I was destined to understand the basics again. Whilst my learned friends ponder over the application of the three R's, I would be familiarising myself with the three 'S's and the three 'T's; Sweet, Sensual and Sassy applied with confidence to Tease, Tempt and touch.

After a long arduous trip I was in a tropical destination under the care of the Xtreme entertainment company, here I would be given the opportunity to rebuild myself.

The world of adult entertainment in the virtual world had moved on from the careless days in my past. Here I would be given the chance to gather my thoughts, find the mental strength to undergo rigorous training, find my confidence again.
Without even much as shirt I wandered around my temporary abode, with a fresh glass of orange juice. So far instructions were simple, here I would be given all the support needed to hold smile in front of complete stranger and confidently strut my stuff on stage.

Standing in front of the home theatre system, I flicked a switch, music filled the room, i was content for the first time, it seemed so right to leave the world behind, I needed to be out of harms way. I needed to be thoughtless again.
I lost everything but more importantly I had lost myself and my sexy smile. With the energetic tones from "30 sec's to Mars" filling the air around me, I knew I was taking small steps in a forward direction.

I was becoming part of the environment; It was the dawn of a new day, new life, new beginning. I turned up the music, started dancing on the veranda with my hands above my head, moving my hips, I started to sing.

"No no no no"
"I will never forget"
"No no"
"I will never regret"
"No no"
"I will live my life"

For the first time my spirit was energizing, then suddenly, I turned on my heels looked up stood upright. I froze screamed and hid my private bits in one quick movement. A strange man stood in front of me. Tight pants with a hairless chest, a sleeve tattoo on his arm, he had a whistle round his neck and clipboard in his hand.

"Move Missy, we have some work to do"

Obviously the personal trainer, I thought to myself. "Knock next time Sugar Pants", I said as I walked past cheekily to my room.

I'd only been awake an hour on my first day and i was already going to get sweaty with a physical guy, pity it wasn't the way i would prefer, but who can resist my cheeky bum.

I returned in pink hot pants and white boob tube ready for action, He was flipping through pages on his clipboard standing next to the now switched of Music Machine.
I could looked like every footballers fantasy standing there, flick went his pen. "Excuse me" I said. I shrugged my shoulders, carefree and thoughtlessly I added "Are you Gay Sexy?”

Now I knew this would be a tough training session, just what I needed.

Oz.