Fortunately, I’m a 24-hour Companion escort, and my clients are of a particular class. They are exceptionally well-off businessmen, wealthy celebrities and filthy rich heirs. This doesn’t mean that I sponge off them or demand anything. They are clients, and I am professional, not to mention independent of my finances. I only say this because I know the right people to ask for financial advice… and the best one-of-a-kind furniture shops and exclusive stores!
I enjoy shopping through London’s finest boutiques, like those hidden treasures in Chelsea and off Mayfair. I have a designer bag or pair of Jimmy’s, and I must frequent Selfridges for my skincare. My beautiful apartment is furnished by Laura Ashley, and bespoke contemporary pieces are found in unique one-off shops. But these things make me happy.
I don’t deny that I am well off and have nice things. I don’t gamble, I have no secret vices apart from shopping, and I don’t owe money. I own my property and live well, and I am not ashamed to admit that I love my life. I know my work has a sell-by-date, and I can’t carry on in this line of work forever, so I have shares, savings and I have my head screwed on right.
Today’s date with my client is a “girlfriend experience.” He has booked me overnight as he has a few days off. My client is an international merchant banker and owns three finance companies overseas. He’s 42 and so attractive.
He is a complete pushover when I have one of my long, toned model legs draped over him as I run my fingers through his chest hair. I need updated information on my stocks and shares to make his unknowing confessions about investor relations worthwhile; I will treat him to a freshly waxed body to die for treatment.
