Jennifer Rivers, occupation:  Online Sales investor and Journalist for RP Magazine. Such an innocent and casual job, even though it is only part-time and isn’t permanent as the pay is utter bollocks and my boss hates me! But thank god for my back up plan…

Faye Kiss, occupation: A Call Girl, based in Belfast! Or as some might label me a prostitute! The not so innocent job, that pays my rent within’a one hour session; I know, why not just quit the evil RP Magazine and do prostitution as a full-time thing? But I need something so my boyfriend; the sexy Italian chef Liam Deno won’t get suspicous and of course my parents David and Jane, need to be sure where to send the birthday flowers and Topshop gift cards to, my home address is labelled as “Private Housing” as in Private Escort housing.

“Jennifer, your last piece on erm, ‘The Closure of Primark within’ the City Area of Belfast,‘ well it scared me to my soul and the title is too long and yeah, just redo it!” I looked stunned, “Ally, Ally, Ally, Ally. Ohhhh Al”- “What Jennifer?” I gulped, nearly choking and remembering what Liam had said about quiting and applying for Local Women Magazine. To be honest – its better for everyone! “I quit, do your own reports, article, stories! I quit!” Wow I have never felt so, so, powerful in ALL my life! Breath Jenny, its over! Wait, I have no job, I have no job? Fuuuuuuck?!

“Ah, Faye!” Thank-god I had an early appointment to remind myself of the back up plan, that pays the big Stirling! Jonathan was my best customer and he even tips me with free dinners at swanky 5 star restaurants, which is why I can afford the likes of Louis Vutton darling silk dress and because I love Primark, I accessorized it with the Primark four-inch reds!

By appointments I stay at the “Private Housing” but I stay at my sister Amy’s or Liam’s house when he needs me; Only Amy knows about my Call Girl job, but Liam doesn’t so once I am at Private Housing I tell him I live with my old classmate Iris – who I made up. Shes ginger, and speaks fluent French! Somehow I always get so into it when Liam asks “So Jenny, hows everything at home, hows Iris?” I think he likes the idea of a ginger with a Irish accent called Iris, “Shes awesome, made me an amazing lunch today, something with pasta?” I bluntly made up.

Liam kissed me as he served dinner by candlelight. His kisses where so intimate, I wanted more. I sat in my chair practically craving for it. “You OK?” He asked in his gorgeous Italian accent, “I, I quit RP Magazine to-”, as I watched a smile grow across Liam’s face, suddenly quitting my job was the best thing ever. His smile made it all worth while.

“So how about applying for that higher paid job at Local Women Magazine?” He sat in front of me eating a piece of succulentlamb. I glanced down at my plate, full of a beautiful gourmet meal. Suddenly I’d lost my appetite. “Excuse me, I’m kind of tired. Long day.” I didn’t even look at Liam, before I went to my bedroom and I didn’t even make it to the bed before he rushed after me, kissing me and telling me it will all be OK. “Local Women, have standards. I may have three years previous experience but Liam, I am not socially sophisticated like those women?!”He laughed at my apparent stupidity and said three words I never thought would of came out of his mouth…”I love you” – Wait, what? He whats me? This relationship has been going on for three months and he loves me?