Rule number one of being a top escort is discretion. Conduct yourself professionally while maintaining closeness with the client to make him feel he is your number one. In other words, please don’t make him think he has paid for your time; instead, allowing him to do so is an honour. It also helps if you enjoy your job, which I do.
Sometimes, I tie myself in knots, being secretive about my job, especially regarding my family. Being vague is tiring because I can never quite remember what lies I’ve told. My mum and dad still believe I’m in PR, although my brother is suspicious. He doesn’t know any London PR executive with a wardrobe as vast or expensive as mine. I tell him I have some high-profile customers who regularly send samples to our offices. He has been to my apartment but never strayed further than my front room – I don’t want him stumbling across the boudoir any time soon!
There are also the concierge and Maître D’s that keep secrets. Bear in mind I have been to plenty (if not most) of the celebrity restaurants, five-star casinos and high-class hotels across the capital. Those who take their job seriously (and have been doing it twice as long as I have been alive) merely nod or pretend they’ve never seen me before. This usually applies to Claridges or The Ritz, where reputation is everything. These men know what goes on, but they never say anything; they keep their cards played close to their chests. The younger ones who don’t care too much give me a cheeky wink or pass me a note with their mobile number in case I need anything. I have taken them up on the offer a few times when I’ve been in dire straits or encountered something unexpected. It’s never what you know, but who?
Being a top escort, I have hundreds of secrets in my head that belong to dozens of men who trust me. They tell me things they wouldn’t say to their wives, girlfriends, mothers or friends. I tell myself it makes me privy to a world, not many women get to see. They long to buy them wisps of French lace and other satin in any other than white to wear anywhere besides the bedroom. As they pour this lingerie into my lap and I parade it around for them, I can’t help but feel sorry for the women missing out. When we act out a fantasy together or meet on the steps of The Andaz for a 5-star experience, I feel like the princess they wish they were treating.
To feel feminine and desired is the biggest secret of all.
