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The most important part of the 24-hour Companions experience is to make every gentleman client feel as though he is your “One and Only”. Whether I am an in-call or out-call escort, the finer details have already been sharpened so the date is perfect, and I’m in control of his satisfaction.

I take special pride in my work, and I revere repeat business, so to me, it is vitally important that my London clients leave smiling. You may find this strange, you might not, but my Filofax has a special section reserved just for date history. I wrote their name, age and contact details down, where we went and what he wanted me to wear. Next comes his preferences: is he straight or kinky? Does he like me to participate in role-play, or are we sightseeing in London? At the bottom, in small letters, I write his budget. I ensure I know exactly what he wants to spend because embarrassing him is a big no-no. Remember, he is paying for my company and time; I want him to be delighted with his purchase.

Tailor making a date is a fine art that I have learned to perfect. Of course, I’ve made mistakes (who hasn’t?), but being the professional girl I am, I’m always able to smooth things over. I know my Marble Arch from my Belgravia and my Kensington from my Knightsbridge- believe me, I’ve told black cab drivers enough shortcuts to drive myself around! We cover all areas of London 24 hours a day.

One thing I always have to be aware of is that even though I think I have the measure of a client, the goalposts can move at any time. He might go off on a curious tangent and want me to do something totally out of the ordinary and unexpected. I have a variety of wigs, outfits and dark glasses for role play, and I’ve always got another good escort friend to call on should the date become a menage a trois. Nothing shocks me much these days, but they can undoubtedly surprise me.

So, what am I up to today? Well, I have a brand new client at midday for lunch in Leicester Square and then an hour getting to know each other. He told me on the phone that he had never done this before and was a little nervous. I assured him there was no pressure and that the date was his to enjoy. So we decided to keep things low-key, both of us in jeans, and hopefully, he’ll realise what a great time he can have with a bubbly, intelligent woman – who happens to be a top escort!

You needn’t worry about booking an elite lady at 24-hour Companions as they have it all covered; they don’t just ‘turn up’. They put a little thought into their dates, so if you’ve ever been curious, now is the time to book your tailor-made lady through London’s best escort agency.

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Do I believe in ghosts? No, not really, but I have a date for this weekend who would have me think otherwise.

I was more than surprised to have my services utilised by a, for want of a better word, Geek. Simon lives in South-West London, just outside of Earls Court. Vocation: Ghost Chaser. He says he wants to do this full-time rather than an insurance broker for Swiss Re in The Gherkin building. I was more impressed by his day job than the prospect of hunting headless spirits, but it’s not my date to criticise. Simon said I will understand more when I’m there. Wherever “there” is…

I wondered how a Paddington escort could be linked to ghost hunting. Then, my mind began to wander. Could he be one of those men turned on by randy ghosts? So, of course, my curiosity peaked somewhat. I had to do a little googling.

There is such a thing as a Succubus – a female demon appearing in dreams who takes the form of a human woman to seduce men, usually through sexual intercourse. Brilliant… you know I will be one of those in the afterlife! And then there’s an Incubus that is its male counterpart. According to several mythological and legendary traditions, an Incubus lies upon sleepers, especially women, to have intercourse with them. Some ghosts have all the luck.

Of course, you also hear about ghosts having sex with mortals to satisfy themselves in the afterlife. I’m not sure how I feel about that; if it happened to me, I think I’d run from the room screaming [how funny that most of these ‘victims’ went along with it!]

So we will see what Simon has in store for me when I see him at the weekend. Knowing my luck, we’ll end up in the oldest part of the East End, chasing the ghosts of Pearly Kings and Queens in the cold, and being a West End escort, I don’t know the East too well. If he gets me to chant or pray in weird places, I’m going home – period.

So, if you have anything ‘out of this world ‘you want to experience, our girls may consider it. – We have some very open-minded ladies here at 24hr Companions, and as long as you let the receptionist know what you had in mind, we are sure that we will find the right girl for you to make your experience memorable. Give us a call day or night; we are always here to answer your call…

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Our featured escort this week is lovely, luscious and lascivious Sophie. This 23-year-old blonde escort is of Polish nationality and spends her time in the Marylebone area- lucky London men!

Sophie is strong-willed and intelligent and loves to keep her fantastic figure in shape with regular exercise. Is it any wonder that this stunning young woman boasts 32C-22-32 statistics? Dressing them up in stylish clothes bought from her many international trips or down in designer lingerie, Sophie tells us that looking gorgeous is one of her sensual pleasures. (Topped off with a spray of an expensive eau de parfum from an admirer). Perhaps you would like to treat her to something special in the departure lounge of a London Airport as you fly her somewhere you both can be alone?

Sophie’s demeanour, bearing and upbringing make her the perfect gentleman’s choice. Culture, art and current affairs are her preferred topics of conversation, and she adores a witty man with a quick mind who will challenge her. Imagine the fun you two could have bantering back and forth over dinner in a top London Restaurant- setting the stakes high for whatever is to follow. The chemistry between you could be electric!

Sophie adores travelling all over Europe and beyond with her clients. She is rarely seen in her Marylebone apartment as her busy schedule demands her time and attention. So, to book this brown-eyed beauty, phone us well before your trip or agenda, and we will let you know her availability. Please call us on 07811 160 160 Monday to Sunday for incall and outcall escorts 24hrs.

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So, Monday again. A new working week and a new month in my diary for summer pursuits. Although the catwalks have been sporting their summer range since the sales began, I have only started looking at them carefully while shopping. My reluctance can only be attributed to the up-and-downers of good old blighty weather. To flip-flop or not to flip-flop? That has been the question. Give me continuity any day.

I wanted to save at least five days this month for trips abroad; I have been withdrawing from my passport. One of my favourite fellow London companions, Amanda, has just returned from Milan with a suitcase full of Manolo’s. I almost threw up when I realised she had my much-coveted purple shoe-boots with the red velvet shoe laces. Sadly, my feet are smaller than hers, and I couldn’t justify the price before my following statement on my MasterCard. I could have been swayed when she mentioned they come in red and grey, but the angel on my left sucker-punched the devil on my right shoulder.

I love to look current and unique but still in keeping with all the trends. It would be a complete disaster if I turned up to a date where another lady at a top-class restaurant was wearing the same Prada dress as me. I have expensive taste but like to shake it up by combining my unique dress sense, which I know nobody else will be wearing. I may be headed, but I think I can always pull it off – my figure is fantastic, and I love to show it off – ever so classy, I may add!! I care for my body by working hard at the gym and eating organic food. After all, my body is my business, and I want it to last.

So, with a free (but rapidly filling-up) month ahead and a brand new credit card statement to enjoy, I think I will face the summer months with a smile. As a 24-hour escort, you never know what might happen tomorrow!

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I won’t lie… I wouldn’t say I like scary films. Something makes my brain work overtime, and I get carried away and lost in my “what if” fantasies or complete nightmares! I have always loved a good old-fashioned rom-com or sci-fi film. Nothing comes creeping out from behind you in your bathroom, and kids don’t suddenly become possessed and turn demonic as the sun goes down. I grew up in the leafy and child-friendly borough of Hampstead. I attended school with other generally lovely children and their parents, whom I know would never let them watch anything scarier than Count Duckula!!

Jeff is my client for the day and night, requesting the pleasure of his sexy blonde escort to give him some good old girlfriend experience, and has asked me to come over to his house in Belgravia to eat dinner and watch films. Jeff is a 40-something gazillionaire, and he most certainly likes all his mod cons: colossal plasma screen and surround sound. He has told me that he wants to play a real chivalrous man and woman in a relationship where said man and woman watch terrifying films, and the man looks after the woman as she nestles into his shoulder for protection. Bless him for wanting to wave his you-know-what around and hold me in his big, muscly arms, but I am quite frankly terrified. I told him this was a great idea and I would bring extra popcorn in my best enthusiastic tone. Still, inside, I was already screaming into my pillow at the mere thought of the fangs, creaking doors and candles being blown out by some genuinely horrifying unidentified thing.

I never refuse any challenge or date suggested by my clients, as you well know, but I can honestly say I was so close. Closer than the time Bob took me shopping outside of London on a high street with just a QS and a C&A knockoff shop. You can also imagine my disgust when he told me we were going out for dinner in the West End (cue me perking up) to be taken to a fast food job down a side street.

Okay, nothing will be as wrong as that… bring on the screams of terror…yikes!