• • • • • The truth is, I’d much rather work for a man than a woman. I’ve always dressed with the express intention to please and gratify my male bosses in the workplace. If I had a choice of how to spend my ideal lunch hour, it’s a no-brainer.

Each and every time I’d choose to flirt over lunch with a male superior rather than engage in mindless gossip with the girls over a Pret sandwich. Yet I’m no meek, all-serving geisha or someone hellbent on sleeping their way to the top. I am university educated, reasonably intelligent and, so I’ve been told, attractive. I’m easy on the eye — and I use it to my advantage every single day.

Before you roll your eyes in disgust and write me off as a shameless gold digger, little better than a WAG, consider this. Share For 16 years I worked in television. While women dominate many of the senior roles; it is men who are the gateway to million pound budgets, to salary hikes, to whether you succeed or not. Like it or not, the reality is this: they hold the purse strings of the broadcasting industry. Whether you are working for a guy in London or LA, they are one and the same. They adore being flirted with, love to have their egos stroked and — above all else — they yearn for the attention of an attractive woman.

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I learned very early on in my career how to clock within seconds who the important male was in any room and pandered to him accordingly. And it paid off. On the ball: Samantha says she succeeded where many women have failed in the business world (posed by a model) Without realising it, I was just obeying the principles outlined by sociologist Dr Catherine Hakim in her new book called Honey Money: The Power Of Erotic Capital. Serialised in the Mail last week, it’s caused quite a stir with its suggestion that knowing how to use your sexuality is as crucial to success at work as intelligence, skill and professional qualifications. My only surprise is that erotic capital hasn’t been flagged up before as a crucial office asset. Certainly in the TV industry, there aren’t any successful women who don’t possess these skills — and utilise them to the max.

But you don’t have to be born beautiful to learn how to use your erotic capital. I was a shy, overweight, dumpy child, who grew into a self-conscious, spotty, plump teen, the proverbial ugly duckling. To my surprise, at 16 I transformed into a swan. The puppy fat disappeared, my complexion took on an enviable glow and I reached the 5ft 11in height I am today. Almost on cue I was whisked into the Queen Bee in-crowd. Male friends fawned after me (they still do), and I received countless date invitations.

After years of being looked over, I was finally being looked. My confidence grew, along with my flirting skills, my social charms were finessed and, after years of being the wallflower — someone guys confided in rather than chatted up — I was at ease in male company. A recent survey found that 87 per cent of women would flirt with a male colleague if it meant they got their own way By the time I arrived in London to go to university, my skills had been honed even further.

I groomed a relationship with a professor whose cousin worked in TV. He was reputed to occasionally put forward favoured students who would automatically go on to be granted that much-sought-after first rung on the ladder. Inevitably, he put me forward for my first position in TV. My investment in my sexuality was already paying off.

Do I regret those hours spent listening to him rabbiting on about his career, his successes, of a life lived aeons ago, while my fellow students were out having a good time? I’d have spent double that time with him. He had the power to open doors because he found me attractive. Neither of us was in any doubt about the trade-off.

My own allure grew from the get-go of my professional life. Working in TV meant being around young, single, sexually available men and women. But they were primarily interested in each other; their bosses were rarely on their radar. Typically a generation older than me and my peers, our bosses wanted someone to listen to them moan about their wives or kids. They wanted to feel valued as a man — and I was always more than ready with the right words. I engineered such opportunities.

I’d arrive early — looking perky — to have that valuable 30 minutes of chat with the guy who controlled my wages and the path my career took. It paid off — I went from job to job, with a salary increase each time. I was soon invited to award dinners, networking events and one-to-ones with superiors; I’d been spotted and my star was in the ascendant. Flattery gets you everywhere: Samantha has no regrets about flirting to further her career (posed by models) I discovered early on there is no such thing as a free lunch. It is a transaction between you and the man you are dining with. The food is irrelevant. Conversation, flattery, where you’re seated, who your fellow diners are, and, tellingly, who you’re introduced to are what’s important.