The 40-year-old Asian beauty — recently seen by millions moralising about the Celebrity Big Brother race row on TV — stripped to her bra and knickers and offered our undercover reporter sex for cash on Friday night.
"I am pretty good at what I do," she promised as she greedily watched wads of £20 notes being counted out for her in a luxury apartment in London's Mayfair.
The busty Bangladeshi had demanded so much money she had difficulty stuffing it all into her cream designer handbag.
She then spread herself across the bed and offered our man a range of the kind of sordid "party tricks" she had played on her most famous conquest, former England boss Sven Goran Eriksson.
She also boasted of a wild cocaine-fuelled lesbian sex session she'd had as she desperately tried to seal the deal.
In public, the woman who hit the headlines three years ago when we revealed how she had slept with both Eriksson and FA boss Mark Palios likes to make out that she's a changed, respectable celebrity.
But in private she's gone on a different game to football — using her infamy to make as much cash as possible.
Fresh from her stints on TV and radio holding forth about Jade Goody's allegedly racist attacks on CBB winner Shilpa Shetty, Faria was on the lookout for a different kind of business.
But she made the mistake of contacting a News of the World undercover man she believed to be a fixer who arranged prostitutes for wealthy businessmen in London.
They agreed to meet in a busy restaurant. As Faria ate curry at the Bombay Brasserie in south Kensington, the sultry former PA chatted about her famous friends.
Faria bragged about her close friendship with Miss Great Britain organiser Robert De Keyser. She worked for the millionaire as an office assistant and chaperone to models.
Soon she unashamedly went into her sleazy sales patter. She bragged about her "party trick" — a sex act she famously carried our on seedy Swede Sven that she practises performing with an eight-inch candle.
"My candle swallowing! I have saved marriages teaching girls how to do that," she squealed with delight.
"A family friend's husband was getting bored and his eyes were roving. She said, ‘I don't know how to please him. So I told her what to do. He was in love with her ever since."
Faria then joked about how she should release a DVD tutorial on how to do it properly.
"Can you imagine? — Faria's Five Points On How To Give The Perfect B*** J**," she laughed.
When our man told her his "client" would be interested in booking her for a night of passion, Faria greedily got to work on the fee.
"Does he know who I am?" she asked, aiming to bump up the money by trading on her notoriety. Our man assured her he knew her reputation.
Then she pondered a final figure for her services.
"What do I want to charge him? Well, it is going to cost him, you know," she said. "I'm very businesslike. Business is business."
The figure she first came up with was an astonishing £9,000 for three hours—but she eventually settled for £8,000. "I think eight is good!" she said, asking for payment in cash on the night.
Faria turned up in a cab at our luxury serviced apartment at a £5 million Edwardian townhouse in Mayfair to meet the "fixer" first before the "client" arrived.
She was wearing a black coat over her designer jeans and a black sequined top.
Inside the flat she threw off her coat and relaxed on the sofa sipping mineral water. She started by name-dropping, talking about her taste for grey-haired men.
"I quite fancy Jose Mourinho, oh my God!" she giggled. "He is heading for that plateau of distinguished gentleman. Sven was greying."
Then Faria tried to justify what she was doing — claiming that all women secretly wanted to be hookers.
"Let me tell you something — most women, if they could get away with it, they would do it," she said. "I know most people would.
"If they could get a way around it where nobody could find out, they wouldn't say anything. It's trusting, that's the thing."
When our man said he had her money ready, Faria instantly went to collect her handbag.
"I have something for you," he told her. "I bet you do," she replied.
The reporter offered to shove the cash in her bag.
"Yes could you put it in there," she asked.
Sipping a glass of Joseph Perrier Cuvee Brut champagne costing £70 a bottle, she sat down and leaned forward on the sofa, watching intently as our man counted out £1,000 bundles of £20 notes: "Uno – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight."
But the bag couldn't hold the huge wad of notes. "Can you put it in there," she asked, pointing to the brown envelope.
He told her that her staggering fee of £8,000 for two hours worked out at £66.67 per minute, putting her in the same league as David Beckham!
"No, he earns triple that," she said. "Listen, kicking the ball you have to get in the goal. I don't need to get in the goal." When the "client"—another undercover reporter—arrived, Faria led him into the bedroom as the fixer left the apartment.
"I am good at what I do," she purred as the door closed behind them.
