Call Me Sarah
And Sophie, a pretty British girl in New York, has simple needs: a job, money, and a shag.
Simple needs, maybe, but Sophie has a talent for making life complicated. Her relaxed attitude to time-keeping at work, a decidedly un-American approach to lunchtime menus (what’s wrong with a couple of drinks to leaven the midday load anyway?) and general disdain for the corporate ethic see her quickly relieved of her job as a functionary in a minor Manhattan publishing house.
Her acrimonious departure (why shouldn’t she tell the tossers in H-fucking-R the way the world really works?) ensures that Sophie’s prospects of getting another job, or money - or a shag, come to that - are distinctly limited.
But what Sophie can’t get, her alter ego certainly can. Sophie adopts a new persona who can claim her needs as of right. She becomes a call girl. One who asks her clients to call her… Sarah.
At first, all goes thrillingly well - orgasmically well, even. But there’s so much more to the life of a call girl than sex and money. As Sarah soon discovers, it’s a tough and complicated job.