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ON paper, Kirie Redfield is every inch the respectable businesswoman. She runs her own limited company and she pays VAT every quarter.
Every week she sends her books to her accountant to make sure all her tax affairs are in order.
It’s only the nature of her business that might make the men at Revenue and Customs look twice.
Kirie’s company comes under the banner ‘adult modelling’ although in real terms it’s a bit more than that: she’s a prostitute – she prefers the word escort – plying her trade from a motor home in which she travels all over the country, while her driver-turned- ‘business partner’ sits in the front coordinating her next appointments via her website.
All sorts are on offer too: as she proudly proclaims on her site her services range from the ‘totally perverse’ to ‘bareback & water sports’ and pretty much everything else in between.
And make no mistake - she’s completely unapologetic about it too.
"I do what I do because I love it," she insists. "I've got nothing to hide – I’m not ashamed of what I do. I love the fact that I can use my body to make money."
Of course, Kirie is one of thousands of women in the UK earning an income from her silicone enhanced curves - but probably one of the only ones who is officially registered with Companies House, the government's company registration agency.
Her unconventional business came to light in the Channel 4 series 24 Hours in Police Custody.
Kirie - who says she is in her thirties - was unwittingly caught up in a blackmail scam when a serving police officer attempted to extort money from one of the punters who had visited her van while it was parked on an industrial estate in Luton.
The first Kirie knew of it was when a detective arrived at her home in Whitby, Yorkshire, to question her about her potential involvement.
"I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I told him I was clean as a whistle and I could prove it.
"When he asked me if I could remember the punter I had to tell him I can’t remember most of the people I see – I can see up to 30 men a day and to be honest I forget what they look like."
It’s typical of the matter of fact approach Kirie brings to her business.

Born and bred in Yorkshire, the daughter of a single mother, she had a conventional upbringing and did well in her school exams but after initially training as a nurse - not to mention spending some time working in a factory making chess pieces – she turned to sex work in her mid-twenties.
"I knew people that ran sex parties and I thought 'I could do that'. I tried it, loved it and knew I could make money," she recalls.
"It was such a different kind of life. I was always used to getting attention I picked up on that and I enjoyed the attention."
She quickly moved into the porn business, making films in Germany, which she claims is the "best" porn in the world. "I was on the cover of a lot of magazines and DVDs there," she boasts.
She also did escort work as a sideline gig but while she insists she’s always worked legitimately and paid her taxes, two years ago she decided to formalise her affairs further and set up a limited company.
"I knew I wanted to do it properly," she says. "A friend of mine had a site on the internet advertising her services but she was moving abroad so I took her profile and I put all my stuff on there and it went from there.
"I get paid in cash, but everything I get paid goes in a book and at the end of the week I take it to my accountant and he works everything out."
And while she won’t be drawn into exactly how much she makes, she confirms that she earns "a very healthy income".
"It’s a lot more than when I was making chess pieces, a hell of a lot more."
Still, she has to put the hours in, touring the country for at least three days a week.
"I got sick of hotels which is why I got the van – it gives me a lot of flexibility," she says.
That’s one way of putting it: when we chat she is in the Derbyshire dales on the way home from a "busy time" in Birmingham, taking a day off before heading to Newcastle.
"It usually works as three days on four days off to recover as they’re long days," she says.

On average her punters range from thirty something to fifty-somethings and they want anything from "a quickie" to something more exotic.
"I offer a whole range of services - nothing phases me really although there are things I won’t do – I won’t see anyone under 21, I won’t do any rough stuff and I won’t do animals," she says.
Surprisingly given the dangers inherent in prostitution Kirie insists she’s never had any difficult encounters with her punters.
"I’ve never had anything dodgy," she says. "All the men have been respectful and never tried anything out of order."
It helps that she has a degree of protection in the form of her male driver and business partner, who is sat just feet away whenever she meets clients, while the fact she works out of a van means that none of her customers know her home address.
"I never ask their names, I’m not interested. A lot of them are married – I can see their wedding rings but it’s not always what people think it is.
"A lot of the people I see are lonely, they just want company. "Some just want to do things their wives won’t do.
"People in my line of work don’t want to get husbands to cheat on their wives – the way I see it, it’s up to the men what they choose to do."
Besides, her punters are not the only ones who are married: six years ago Kirie got hitched to a man who doesn’t work in the sex industry.
"He’s not in that world at all – he’s a music composer for video games," she says.
"I met him when I was 25 and, although he wasn’t happy when he realised what I did for a living, I made it clear that this was who I was and if he wanted to be with me he had to accept it."
Today the couple share their home with two dogs and eleven rescue cats.
"I love animals so I get a kick out of the fact that my work helps me give a lot of money to animal charities," Kirie says.
"My husband understands how important that is to me, although we don’t talk about what I do.
"To be honest he blanks a lot of it out. His friends know and some of them have seen my website but they are all very respectful about it."

Estranged from her own family, she says her handful of friends are also aware of her trade.
"I keep myself to myself so I don’t talk to many people," she says. "It’s not that I’m ashamed, far from it - I’m not doing anything wrong."
It’s a statement confirmed by the police officers in 24 Hours in Police Custody who discuss the fact that Kirie isn’t doing anything illegal: "What she does with her body is her own business" is how one of them puts it.
Of course, some people will still judge her for her unorthodox line of work, however much she gives to the taxman.
"I’d tell them to get a life," says Kirie. "People can say what they want but I’m doing what makes me happy.
"There are people out there doing a lot worse than what happens in the back of my van."
And what’s more she intends to carry on working for as long as she can. "I will do this job as long as people want my services," she says.
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Bored after 18 years with her husband, Robin Rinaldi placed an ad seeking casual encounters with new men and women. She tells what happened on her yearlong sex odyssey in her memoir "The Wild Oats Project."
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Trapped in a marriage where the sex was routine, freelance journalist Robin Rinaldi , now 50, embarked on a 12-month experiment in which she lived apart from her husband during the week and took lovers. As she publishes her memoir, “The Wild Oats Project,” on Tuesday, she talks to The Post’s Jane Ridley about her erotic journey.

Pulling on his pants after our intimate encounter in my Las Vegas hotel room, the cute 23-year-old I’d just picked up holds out his cellphone, urging me to tap in my number.
“You really don’t have to take it,” I say.
Having sex with a stranger is thrilling, but I’m not that interested in a repeat performance.
Two minutes after he’s gone, I climb back into bed and text my husband, Scott, whom I’ve been with for 18 years. “Just saying good night,” I type. “Good night, dove,” writes back Scott from wherever he is.
Scenarios like these were typical during my year of living dangerously — the crazy 12 months in 2008 and 2009 I jokingly call my “Wild Oats Project,” when Scott and I had an open marriage.
Stuck in a rut — our once-a-week sex life was loving, but lacked spontaneity and passion — I was craving seduction and sexual abandon. I was having a midlife crisis and chasing this profound, deeply rooted experience of being female.
Before then, starting a family had felt like one route to this elusive state of feminine fulfillment. But Scott had made it absolutely clear he never wanted a baby, and even had a vasectomy.
Many people will find this hard to understand, but, as the door to motherhood closed, I found myself rushing towards this whole other outlet of heightened female experience — taking lovers.
I’d always been “the good girl,” and had slept with only three guys before getting involved with Scott at the age of 26. I was pretty conservative.
Sexually, I was experiencing what happens to a lot of women in their late 30s and early 40s. I was approaching my sexual peak and was relaxing into myself.
I broke the news to Scott that I wanted an open marriage in early 2008, a few months after his vasectomy. “I won’t go to my grave with no children and four lovers,” I told him repeatedly. “I refuse.”
Against the idea at first, he eventually relented. According to our deal, I’d rent a studio apartment during the week and come back to our home on weekends. Both of us could sleep with whomever we chose as long as we used protection. It was a case of “don’t ask, don’t tell.”
My first step was placing an ad on nerve.com , a kind of intellectual version of Craigslist’s Casual Encounters . Under the heading: “Good girl seeks experience,” it read: “I’m a 44-year-old professional, educated, attractive woman in an open marriage, seeking single men age 35-50 to help me explore my sexuality. You must be trustworthy, smart, and skilled at conversation as well as in bed.”
I added: “Our time together will be limited to three dates as I cannot become seriously involved.”
Within 24 hours, my inbox offered up 23 prospective suitors.
The first lover I met through nerve.com was a 40-something lawyer called Jonathan*. Slim, handsome with glasses and a stylish haircut, he suggested we kiss to test our sexual chemistry. “There’s a lot of heat there,” he said.
On our second date, the following week, he came to my studio after work with a cooler of snacks and some wine. We stumbled to the bed, where he turned me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind.
We had intercourse twice and, after he left, I felt satiated.
Around the same time, I took workshops at OneTaste , a sexual-education center, which has branches in New York and San Francisco, where I lived at the time. A sort of “sex-friendly” yoga retreat, it taught me something called orgasmic meditation, which is centered on the woman.
OneTaste was the place where I selected most of my lovers, although I picked up a couple of guys, like the 23-year-old in Vegas, on business trips. OneTaste was populated by cool, open-minded San Franciscans who wanted to expand their horizons.
They included an astrologer named Jude, 12 years my junior. The moment I saw him, I was irresistibly drawn in.
Slightly built and neo-hippy, he was spiritual, calm and centered. I was an Italian, meat-eating, busy magazine editor. But we had a real connection. I became infatuated with him, but the sex soon fizzled.
And then there was Alden, a writer, in his late 30s, who answered my nerve.com post.
“So your ad said only three dates,” he said, as we ate dinner in a crowded restaurant. “Yes,” I replied. Without missing a beat, he reached over and lightly took my fingertips in his. “Do you think we’ll be able to do that, to limit it?”
I loved our conversation, the fact he was a writer, the books he read. Things in the bedroom were mind-blowing and, before I knew it, I was hooked. But I’d made a pledge to my husband that I wouldn’t get involved with any of my lovers. I stuck to that.
And so the year went on. I had lots of “firsts,” including being intimate with women.
But the lessons I learned weren’t purely physical. They were about growing up, making mistakes, learning to live without so much fear, owning up to my dark side and, eventually, finding out the difference between being a “good girl” and a good person.
I owned up to my dark side, finding out the difference between being a ‘good girl’ and a good person.
On weekends, I’d go back to Scott. It wasn’t as strange as you might imagine. I liked it. It was the perfect balance, living on my own during the week and then returning home.
We knew we were both sleeping with other people, but we kept to the rules and never spoke about it. We had sex as always and the open marriage spiced things up — at least at first.
But, by the end of the 12-month project, moving back home full time proved more difficult than I had thought. After you open up a marriage and experience a whole range of sexual variety and aspects of yourself you’ve never had before, it’s hard to put everything back in the box.
I slept with a total of 12 people (including two women) during the Wild Oats Project.
Suddenly I found an updated version of myself. The person I was at 44 was so much different than the woman I’d been when I was last single at 26. She was less shy, more confident, wilder.
Meanwhile, it turned out that, for around six months, Scott had been exclusively sleeping with one woman, a lot younger than me. That bothered me, especially as they hadn’t been using condoms. But it wasn’t the catalyst for the end of the marriage, because he broke things off with her.
The turning point was hearing from Alden. He sent me an email, out of the blue, several months after the project had come to an end.
Before long, we were having sex again. Being with him was exquisite. After reconnecting with Alden and falling deeply in love with him, there was no going back.
Five years on, Alden and I are happily living together. It’s a regular, monogamous relationship. I’m grateful I experienced my marriage to Scott (who has since found a new partner) but now, for this part of my life, I believe being with someone who is the most temperamentally like me is where I can learn more.
As for not having children, I’m at peace with that, too.
First I channeled the creativity I would have used to become a mom into my sexuality, and then I channeled it into writing my memoir. As my story shows, there are many different ways in life to find passion and fulfillment.
* All of Robin’s lovers’ names have been changed.

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My wife (38f) and I (40m) have been married 15 years and been together since our teens. She is normally a bit conservative a has only been with me. I bust my ass and make good money, nice, house, nice cars and we have two great kids (12&14).
She works part time jobs for extra income and to get out of the house. In the beginning of June she started working a few days a week at a new company and became close friends with a woman there named Misty. She constantly talks about her and texts back and forth every night, but I hadn't met her yet.
Last Saturday night my wife wanted to go have a food and drinks with Misty at a local gastropub. I was totally cool with her going and she said she would be home by midnight. Her car was in the shop getting some minor paint work repaired so she drove my truck.
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