Our girls love a bit of planning

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Now I’m not being biased, but I must say I do have some damn good ideas when it comes to pleasing my clients and those of my colleagues. I have been known to wow my guys on my own, which has fed back to my peers, who have asked me for advice on all sorts of things. Whether the 24-hour Companions is a bit of a newbie or even those who have been with the company for a long time, I get pounced on when we have our monthly catch-ups, and no more so than the one we had today.

One of the team’s newer members, a sultry Blonde, asked me not only for advice but to join in on her big client date. Dan, the client in question, is a regular of everybody’s! He loves women, and in his eyes, the more, the merrier. He also likes to have a mix-up from week to week, so he may book you twice a month and then not call you for a few months. So when you have a date with him, it’s essential to keep his interest and make him return for more. “Dan” is an international playboy in his spare time and must have a few girls in every city. I accompanied him to what he initially described as a business meeting in New York, followed by a cocktail party in the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. However, this meant Dan’s private ‘cocktail ‘party with two other 24-hour escorts while he watched us.

So, my platinum friend asked me to devise a plan to wow, astound, and wear him out. He has booked a suite in one of Knightsbridge’s classiest hotels and has given her a budget of…whatever she wants. So, we decided to go shopping and talk as we shop. We’re women; we can multi-task!

Dan is 42, gorgeous, loves women and money, has power, and owns 14 businesses ranging from fashion to a successful restaurateur with his beautiful dining room in Sloane Square, looking out on Tiffany and Links. He is a busy man, so I wanted to pamper him so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger unless we placed something strategically in his hand’s direction, and he wouldn’t have to move too much to touch it. So we went to Harrods to buy some sumptuous champagne, chocolate truffles and other luxury goodies to spoil the over-testosteroned male!

He won’t know what hit him after we finally stopped to look at our purchases and gave each other a well-deserved high five. We will be sure to keep you posted.

Worth every penny…

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So, it hasn’t escaped my attention that my apartment building in Mayfair has its fair share of resident Arabs. This has proved a bit tricky in the past with client-on-client run-ins in my building, but it has also meant an abundance of new clients right at my doorstep.

Though I am a very discrete London escort, I have been approached while locking my front door to ask what services I provide. It has been more luck than them working on the fact. I leave and enter my home looking more than perfectly coiffed and manicured. The expensive clothes I adorn are not to be mistaken for anything other than lining the body of a model who knows her labels.

Some chance encounters have been a very wealthy businessman’s hired help handing me their gold embossed business cards showing me their master’s work address boasting a skyscraper view from Canary Wharf or private offices in Chelsea, with a number to call for personal appointments. My reply to most of these slip-of-the-hand meets is to slip them my 24-hour London escort card right back. They can work for my hand rather than me chasing a new client.

After going through the correct channels to book my time, I was satisfied when the final details were agreed upon and always sat. I have always described my work ethic as being a chameleon, and behind closed doors with specific nationality clients, I can be whatever they want me to be, and when accompanying them to Dubai or not even out of London,

I can be demure and discrete and worth every penny!

Full body massage if you please…

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Today, I was exhausted; that’s what happens with 24-hour escorts sometimes. Call it the mid-week blues, if you like, but I could barely put one foot in front of the other. Cue an emergency call to The Sanctuary in Covent Garden and an even more vital full-body massage with Yvette.

I cancelled all appointment meetings and took a test at 9 a.m. when I was sure the world was awake. I had opened an eye and thought, “I cannot face today”. This is very unusual for me – I love my job. As an expensive London escort being pampered, adored and treated like royalty – who wouldn’t? But I have been non-stop for the last 30 days. This time last month was my charity auction, so I feel I deserve a break. I’d love a week or two in Dubai, but I’d have to call on one of my contacts for a 6-star luxury hotel, as even my budget doesn’t allow me to rub shoulders with sheikhs without selling my soul to Satan.

Yvette could only fit me in after 11 a.m., which was fine, given that I hadn’t even put a toe on the carpet. It meant I could turn on the TV and see what was going on in London before I wandered through to shower and prepare myself for a bit of R&R.

My mobile was going off nine to the dozen by the time I returned to it. I have often toyed with a PA to handle my busy schedule, but that would make my iPhone and Filofax redundant, and I don’t think I could rely on anyone to manage my life in the same manner I do. I remember Carrie’s assistant on Sex & the City being like her right arm. Is it possible?

So by 11 a.m., I was lying on a bed, naked from the waist up, being heavenly massaged by Yvette to the sounds of crashing waves. Oh my God. She said I had a lot of tension in my shoulders and I should at least try for a massage once a month. I took this as gospel and pencilled in July, August, September AND November as soon as I could!

All for a good cause

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Today, I am going to an Auction. Well, it was an early start. My right-hand man Franco was in Mayfair with a cardboard carrier of Americano coffees and some croissants to go. As I had my hair in a towel and my stress head on, this was a very welcome sight! My door was wedged open with a shoe – not being auctioned off – and some burly and tasty young men were moving in and out of it. Sometimes, I almost said, “Oh, not that one,” but Franco shook his head wordlessly at me, and I had to let them go.

And then we were off to Oxford Circus! I could feel the adrenaline as we watched the crates and rails being unloaded by a team of highly organised young women. I have no idea where they came from, but they had something to do with James and his abundant knowledge of fundraiser organisers. They treated me like royalty, and I could almost taste the palpable aura of garment lust. “If you want it, you’ll have to bid on it, darling, Franco said to one young, sexy blonde pawing a limited edition Pucci silk jacket.

At ten o’clock, the doors were flung open to the public. The rows of seats were immediately filled, the edges of the warehouse flanked by assistants on the phone and other buyers. I recognised a few faces from my regular haunts (Kensington, Fulham and Chelsea) – a few gave me the thumbs up. My beautician was right at the front with her life savings to bid on one of my pink fur coats.

There was an expectant buzz, and then Franco introduced the cause, and then… me! I was waved to the front to say a few words, and my mouth went dry, but I managed it. And after deafening applause, it began…

Money, running into tens, hundreds and thousands, flew across that warehouse. A pair of strappy Jimmy Choos from SS07 went for £900 within the first ten minutes. Scraps of silk, lace, satin and feathers exchanged hands like hotcakes. A few Japanese girls were in the audience battling for Chanel and Chloe, whom I thought might get ugly at one point. Thankfully, James had the sense to hire me some security guards when he was dishing out the employment for the day.

And by 13.30, it was all over. The cash tin was counted, the cheques and credit card slips bundled, and after checking three times, the total for my designer goods at auction was….. £327,089! And no, I’m not kidding. Bear in mind that I have (had!)My collection has some pretty wealthy clients and some retro, authentic pieces; it is still pretty staggering!

Enjoy St. Barnardo’s and SCOPE – two worthy causes.

Busy, Busy, Busy…

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I have been so busy lately that trying to juggle everything is getting a little beyond me – and it certainly doesn’t help that I am well into the holiday spirit. I have a list of things to do pinned on the bedroom door, and there is undoubtedly a lot of planning to do.

Concentrate, girl, concentrate!

So you might wonder what I have to do that’s so important. Well, the first thing is to ensure all my international clients know I am going away soon. That way, no one will try to book me for the beginning of July or schedule a trip to London hell-bent on seeing me because I won’t be here. My luxurious Mayfair apartment will be empty, and I will have left a message with the doorman to divert my post to the charming girl who lives at number 2.

Secondly, I have to spend time seeing my parents – namely my mother. The last time I returned to Swiss Cottage was New Year when we went to that spa. I had some lovely quality time with the family – let’s face it, it’s not often! I have heard from the horse’s mouth (dearest eldest brother) that Mother is pining a little (read: whining) and that she doesn’t see me as much as the others. And on more than one occasion, I’ve heard she is starting to wonder what I DO that takes me away from them so much.

And thirdly… I have to get my hair and eyebrows done again. I have yet to let myself go, but one can do so much self-administration before you need to call in a professional. So, I’d like to tell you that a phone call to my beauty therapist is in order. A top expensive escort has standards, you know.

And they’re my top -3 things to do before July. I had better get a move on.

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