Manchester to Leeds, Leeds to Newcastle, back down to Birmingham. Some weeks the motorway feels like my only real home. My exec Audi's seen more of Britain than most people ever will. And yeah ok I know exactly how that sounds.
Business travel does weird things to a bloke. Used to dream about being a sales rep when I was younger. Thought it was all expense accounts and fancy dinners. Now its just endless Travelodges and room service. Divorced three years now and the hotel rooms just get emptier.
Started using escort services about 18 months back. First time was pure nerves. Now its just part of the routine. Book a decent looking girl, make sure shes from the agency, meet up for a couple hours. Beats drinking alone in some soulless Premier Inn watching Sky Sports.
Last nights booking was a Polish girl called Anya in a Leeds hotel. Professional. Clean. No drama. Sometimes thats all you want after a long day of sales meetings and spreadsheets. Paid 250 for two hours. Worth every quid to feel something human for a bit.
Not proud. Not ashamed. Just another travelling salesman trying to get through the week.