The Mile High Whore - Now sitting on a Goldmine

SHE has sold and re-told the story of her Ralph Fiennes conquest umpteen times - now former Qantas trolly dolly Lisa Robertson is using her "mile high" fame claim to promote a Sydney brothel.

Featuring the image of a jet and the message that "Lisa recommends the Mile High Club", the ads for Granville bordello The Site appeared in The Daily Telegraph's personal classified section this week.

While Robertson - who has admitted working as an escort in the past, as well as stints as a police woman - declined to comment, a spokeswoman from The Site said they would be employing the former hostie for "promotions and marketing" purposes but not as "a working lady".

"Lisa hasn't signed a contract yet, but she is aware that the ads are running," the spokeswoman said.

"We're trying to think outside the square in how we promote the business, and this has had a great response so far."

Earlier this year Roberson was at the centre of the worldwide scandal, having been sacked for her onboard tryst with star Fiennes.

RUMOURS about Lisa Robertson's troubled past have forced her to admit she worked at the brothel Stiletto because she was struggling to pay the rent when she worked part-time for Qanta

She said her decision to turn to prostitution was linked to her lifelong battle with mental illness, including suicidal tendencies and depression, which was exacerbated by her 14 years as an undercover police officer.

Ms Robertson 38 also admitted she took one shift at another brothel immediately after Qantas suspended her for having sex with movie star Fiennes in a business-class toilet on a flight from Darwin to Mumbai in late January.

"After I got (suspended) because of the Ralph Fiennes incident, I worked one night a week at The Gateway Club under the name of Skye,'' she said.

"I did one night's work because I couldn't pay the rent and I was too proud to ask anyone for money. I earned $800 that night and then, two days later, the story broke.

She was later sacked by Qantas after admitting the sexual encounter took place.
Ms Robertson's first experience of the sex industry took place when she was subcontracted by agency Jetconnect to work for Qantas in New Zealand in 2005.

"One day I got home (from a long-haul flight) and my phone's cut off, the electricity's cut off, the car battery's flat, I had all these bills to pay and no money to pay them,'' she said.

"When I was working undercover I had to pretend to be a prostitute so I found I could detach myself from the reality and treat it like a role. The mind is a very powerful thing and I thought if I could do undercover work I could do anything.''

She was earning just $NZ29,000 ($25,414) per year working on exhausting long-haul flights.

"It was a brothel called the Pelican Club and I went for an interview. It was the freakiest experience - sort of like a little experiment for me.

"I did the orientation and I was told what to do and what the service was and it didn't shock me; it was what I expected - I'm not stupid.

"There was no pressure, they were really good people and you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to.''

Working under the name Kendall, she earned between $NZ500 and $NZ600 per night - much less than she would come to earn later in Sydney.

Her first client in New Zealand was a wealthy businessman who paid her $NZ1000 to have dinner with him and later flew her to New York for several days.

Ms Robertson moved to Sydney last year and began working at Stiletto, the infamous Camperdown brothel owned by racing identity Eddie Hayson, where she also worked under the name Kendall earning up to $2000 a night.

However, she was eventually sacked after she was caught getting into a taxi with a client early one morning after work.

Ms Robertson said the professional problems she faced were often linked to her troubled personal

"There came a period of time that I decided to take my own life,'' she said.

"I took 200 pills and drank a couple of bottles of Dom Perignon - so I did it in style. My boyfriend at the time called me and I was incoherent. I remember cutting my arm and I remember my choice that night to die and I went to sleep dressed in the clothes I wanted to be buried in.

"I left notes to Mum and Dad, my brothers and my dog and my parrot, who are now both deceased. I was quite sure that my decision was the right one.''

She woke up in an Auckland hospital the next day and had her stomach pumped.

Her story spilling all will hit the stands in the near future, meanwhile; the income derived from her fleshpot goldmine will maintain her in good stead.