......an advertiser wearing a garment I had given to a friend. No mistaking it, I had customized it. BUT.....its not being worn by the friend I gave it to (NOT A wG). The hair and body is a dead ringer for her daughter. MY LIPS ARE SEALED!!!!!! or I'll blow my own cover.

Oh my word Nadia I love your juicy stories. Ummm the things that happen to you!!! My word!

Please pm me...lol I wanna see too

Wow just wow...what a predicament to be in Nadia...strength for you!

She's in a different area and the chances of us meeting in the line of duty is slim to none. I see the mom regularly, but not her. I see she hasn't logged in since the ad started and she works for a place where management handles the calls, enquiries, adverts etc. So she's not very clued up about ESA...yet. Even if she does figure it out I have no reason to feel she'll talk. Her mom knows what I do and has no issues with ME. The kids don't know. But no mom wants their own daughter doing it.

Why don't you take her under your wing and school her about the business.

There are some situations its better to steer clear of......this is one of those. Next thing she'll tell her mom I forced her into this business, She's a bit of a shit-stirrer. I don't get along with the girl and she's been rebellious and difficul since her schooldays. And I'm not gonna lose the friendship with her mom because of her.

@Nadia, don't you think that you should tell your friend about her daughter? I am sure she would be concerned, and if you were in the same situation you would want someone to tell you.

On the other hand it doesn't mean she will stop. I was once in a similar situation, where I noticed someone that I know whose daughter started advertising at a massage house, she also showed her face. I told her mother (came up with some excuse that some naughty friends were playing around these sites and I recognised her). I even tried to talk to the girl myself. In the end she even ended up doing FH. I think she is still in the game, although I haven't seen an ad for her.

Send an anonymous message then :)

Mmm. Interesing...

Reminds me of a story many years ago...

Madala Butisiwe farmed potatoes. Every potato season, at harvest time, he would sell his his crop to the Co-op in Harrismith. All but one truckload, one truckload that he would take personally to the Johannesburg market in his Hino truck and trailer. There were a few reasons for this, as Butisiwe always argued that he could get a better price at the Johannesburg market. And a better price would mean more money to spend on the children's high school uniforms and to buy his wife expensive gifts. He knew some iBhunu at the market and could get a top price for his load of starch.
So on the last day of the harvest, it was a almost a tradition to see him put on his white shirt and straw hat and start up the rig, diesel smoke billowing from the exhaust, and the crunch of the fully-laden tyres on the gravel. Butisiwe was on his way!

At the Johannesburg market, he sold his potatoes at a record price and decided to spend the night at a shabby hotel in Bertrams and leave for KZN in the morning. Feeling lonely, he spent an hour or two at the pub, where he met a friend who convinced him to try a travelling escort service. The two called the agency and made a travelling lady booking. Butisiwe did not want an old girl so he told the agency that he like young women. In under 1 hour there was a knock at the door of Buytisiwe's room. Butisiwe had a white towel wrapped around his torso, and his farm-hard muscles and torso glistened in the light as he made his way to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw a young girl. Opening the door, he greeted the dusky 18 year old beauty, whose smile revealed a dazzling set of white teeth framed in a red lipped mouth. She was dressed in trendy evening wear, hair long and braided and her thin chiffon blouse caressed her ample bosom. As she strode into the room, revealing her tight lycra clad buttocks, her spiky stilettoes made a click clack sound against the old wooden floorboards. "Hi Baby" she said in sophisticated english, "I am Candy". She strode into the room and said "I see that you have you left your donation in an envelope on the dresser as requested." She quickly sat down on the double bed and rifled through the crisp R50 notes in the envelope. She placced the envelope into her black handbag. Butisiwe had frozen by the door and appeared dumbstruck, but not at her beauty, nor at her sophistication. "Nelisiwe" he said, "Is it you?" The girl froze at the sound of her real name, stood up slowly as if in a dream, and said "Madala Butisiwe!" She was completely shocked. The two stared at esch other in silence for over a minute. Butisiwe had recognised her as Nelisiwe, his neighbour Ndleleni's daughter. Then tears rolled down Nelisiwe's eyes, and it all came out: She had moved to Johannesburg a year before to pursue studies, but these had not worked out; she had bills to pay, her bursary had run out, her landlord had evicted her for non-payment, But then she dinged her carinto a diplomatic vehicle whilst under the influence. She did not have the courage to return home and decide to pursue a career as a "call girl" for a few months while she got herself together. The manager of the agency, Chris, had been her boyfriend at the time and had introduced her to a variety of drugs, this has caused her to be needy and as a result, she was hooked -- the vicious circle continued She was forced to take the agency job as she had fallen on hard times.
She poured her heart out to Bitisiwe for over 45 minutes and exposed every facet of her indiscretions, in-between the tears. She also implored him not to tell her parents.

Butisiwe was very quiet throughout the episode. He listened, knodded his head and cluck-clucked with his tongue in sympathy, and appeared to be most sympathetic to her story. "So, Madala Butisiwe, that is my sad story" she said "What are we going to do now?"
Butisiwe stood up, looked into the distance, through the hotel window and turned around abruptly. "Nelisiwe," he said, "I am shocked to hear about your story and I really feel for you. Tomorrpow morning I leave in my Hino truck for KZN and I promisee to take you with me! I am sure that we can sort this matter out, with your family as well"

Nelisiwe gazed Butisiwe wih a sparkle of gratitude in her eyes. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are a very good man!".
Butisiwe gave a wry smile, and Nelisiwe smiled with him. "And" she asked "And what about now, Madala?"

"Yes" he said; Tomorrow morning we are going to sort out everything" Nelisiwe gave him a hug.
"Well, yes, Nelisiwe" he said "That is all going to be tomorrow" His hands slid over her buttocks. " Right now, we are going to F**K".