Why you shouldn’t book a cheap escort…

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You want to live well, you want to have nice things, and you want to do nice things. It all seems simple enough. You know what you want, and you’d rather not waste much time trying to get it. You didn’t get where you are today by wasting time, and that’s why you use 24-hour Companions in the first place. You know that we provide the highest quality in model escorts, and the highest quality is all you want. The rates reflect the calibre of the high-class companionship that you are getting. Cheaper escort agencies may try to deceive you, but you know how to recognise when things are too good to be true. Even so, you may not realise just how not good these things can end up. The following is a real eye-opener and a bit graphic, but isn’t life better when it’s a bit graphic?

1. Diseases.

Safety is always essential. Although our models are not paid to initiate sexual activity ever, they are sent out in social situations where two consenting adults are free to make their own decisions, and we know up front that at least one of the adults is attracted to the other in some way. If it turns out to be sexual attraction and it happens to be returned, that is the business of the two adults. Still, we believe that it is our business that our ladies maintain a healthy lifestyle in every conceivable way.

2. Thievery.

Your guard is down, way down, when you are spending the evening with an outcall escort in your home or luxury hotel room. You should be able to do this, as it seems pretty natural. You are getting close to someone, and intimacy is not out of the window. The truth is, you don’t personally know your escorts and cheaper escort agencies in London may not have the same strict set of standards as we do for the elite model escorts that we represent. You want people you can trust in your home. You can be at ease with a woman who has things to her name and isn’t working for next to nothing in a job that she probably hates because, if we’re being honest, cheaper agencies don’t do for their models what an agency like ours can do.

3. Scams.

Opening yourself up to low cost escorts, often cheap people, is opening yourself up to those who may want to take advantage of you. You don’t live your life looking out for scams. You deal straight with people and expect the people you are giving your money to do the same. That expectation of honesty and upright business practice from cheap escort agencies can and often does lead to a rip-off. You aren’t looking, and you wouldn’t know what to look for anyway. These are not the times when you want information like your credit card number, the kind of information that some of us give out online every day, to get into the wrong hands, especially not by those deceitful enough to set up intricate scams.

4. Exposure to con artists.

This goes hand in hand with scams. Booking a so-called model escort through a cheap escort agency can acquaint you with shady underworld characters. Things like this about the escorting industry aren’t always exaggerations from conservative and prudish minds. You don’t want to cross paths with someone who thinks you’re a sucker, just waiting to take the bait. So don’t let yourself be suckered in; don’t take the bait.

5. Invasion of privacy.

It is natural that you will, by necessity, become somewhat familiar with the escort you spend time with. It only takes one absent-minded comment to reveal more than you intended, and having some random escort from a cheap London agency, or an escort for that matter, telling all your private concerns is not what you want. Discretion is significant to us at 24hr Companions. When it comes to what you say and do behind closed doors and even your identity, if need be, your secrets are always safe with us.

6. Bait and switch.

The models you see on our website are the elite model escorts we represent, but this is not always true. Cheap agencies often pay more attractive models for their photos and use these to trick the client into believing he has some incredibly sexy vixen coming over. In reality, someone who looks like their name should be Victor will be their outcall escort for the evening. Don’t be deceived.

7. Lack of professionalism.

All of the issues above could be avoided if the escorts were simply more professional. If the agencies they were represented by demanded professionalism, as well as showcasing more of their own, this wouldn’t be a problem. The saying that you get what you pay for is true, though, and when people aren’t adequately motivated, all sorts of service falls into shambles.

8. Destroying your reputation.

It’s highly possible that if you’re reading this, you’ve already booked one of our beautiful model escorts as a companion for an event or a night out on the town. There is no question in my mind that if you did, the people around you would be impressed. When she looks good, you look good. When she looks cheap, you look cheap. It’s as simple as that.

Adorable Anya

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September has sprung upon us, and it is time to introduce our autumn beauties, starting with Anya. This lovely brunette escort in Kensington is 23 years old and beautiful!

With long chestnut hair to her waist and mouth-watering 34C-22-34 statistics, our young elite is a real head-turner. Look into her sparkling brown eyes, but do not be misled that you see innocence there – Anya is undoubtedly not backwards about putting herself forward. She knows her mind and is not afraid to show it. Naughty, adventurous and open-minded are three hot credentials on her CV. She loves to have new fantasies explained to her in great detail and is never shocked by what she hears. Anya lives by her motto: “Never regret what you have done; only what you haven’t done”. Indeed, that is a tempting prospect for any man.

Anya is available for international bookings and can be booked with 24 hours’ notice. Imagine how exciting it would be to have such a young, gorgeous woman on your arm or lying by your side as you relax with a drink in the sun. You will be envied for miles around as you step out together, and she devotes her full attention to every word you say.

Book Anya now by calling 07811 160 160. we are happy to pre-book her as she does get booked up pretty quickly, but we will endeavour to make an appointment so you won’t be disappointed.

Groundhog Day…

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Do you ever have days where everything goes wrong? Whether you forgot to switch the hot water on, so you wake up to a cold shower, or your phone freezes when you’re trying to return an important phone call. Well, I am having one of those 24 hours.

Let me take you back to where it all began:

06:00 hours today – I wake up in a plush hotel room with my client for the evening/overnight. We had been out to a Japanese restaurant in Knightsbridge and taken a stroll in the August evening air afterwards back to the hotel. Well, nearly… my client is a regular of mine, and we have been on many dinner and hotel dates without a hitch until now,

23:00 hours last night – I was not feeling right after coming out of the Japanese restaurant, but to not disappoint my client, I agreed to a stroll arm-in-arm back to the hotel, which by usual standards was not far away. By feeling terrible standards, it seemed like 100 miles. I felt sick and quite dizzy and had to give in to my pride and tell my client that I was not feeling quite well, so he didn’t think me rude at mumbling my responses half-heartedly as he discussed his current ventures. He was the complete gentleman I know him to be, and promptly called his driver to take us the remaining distance to the hotel.

23:20 hours – Upon arriving at the 5* establishment, the hot and cold waves of nausea overtook me, and I could not control my reflux any longer as I stumbled past the blooming shrub outside reception and watered it with Ise Eb! My lovely client didn’t even bat an eyelid at my decorating the £4,000 marble-boxed plant. He just brushed my hair back and helped me up the steps, past the completely gobsmacked maitre’d and steered me carefully to the lift up to our suite. He was a complete angel and super sympathetic, as every half an hour or so, I would rush to the stunning en suite to unload more of my Asian delights.

Fast forward to 06:00 hours today – I am feeling fine now. I creep to the bathroom to scrub everywhere (my body and the tiles) and hope to salvage what I and my client missed out on last night.

07:00 hours – I am gleaming and smelling gorgeous, so I pop into the bedroom to show my client that I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye correctly. Still, he was already up and getting dressed, informing me of a crucial meeting he had to go to in Canary Wharf. So, no make-up on, and I leave feeling sheepish.

08:00 hours – I return to my apartment, which is like an oven. My heating has done something crazy, so I have to call someone out, and of course, they can’t give me a time, so I have to wait all day and re-schedule another client, George, for our shopping and lunch date.

Noon – Still no sign of the repair man, so I’m sitting in this sauna I used to call home, and I receive a text from Jordan, my evening’s client. It read…

“HI BABE, SO LOOKING FORWARD TO TONIGHT. THINKING NO TO THE ITALIAN RESTAURANT IN CHELSEA B4 THE SHOW AND YES TO THE JAPANESE PLACE IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE. I’M DESPERATE TO GO…WILL BOOK NOW. SEE YOU THIS EVENING GORGEOUS X”

I cry…

So, no matter how many fabulous dates I go on or how lucky I am in my 24-hour London escort world, I feel like I am experiencing Groundhog Day. Help!

Don’t make a ‘show’ of yourself

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Lace is all the rage at the moment. Wedding dresses, shirts, intelligent frocks; so when Ray asked me to wear clothing, hehe bought, and it was black lace, I was over the moon. Immediately I started planning my shoes, hair, make-up etc…

Ray told me to prepare for 9 p and skincare to take me to Soho. The restaurant and bar took me, and I was so excited, but then I heard a knock at my door, and the bag with the dress arrived with instructions.

“Gorgeous. Be ready for 9 pm. Please wear a dress, no underwear, stupidly high heels, tousled hair and lots of make-up. Be prepared to bare all. xxx”

Ray is a 48-year-old exhibitionist. He’s mega-rich and sexy, and he knows it. He always uses this 24-hour escort agency, and he always asks for me. We enjoyed the odd date where we had been out for dinner and then retreated to the privacy of his luxury Chelsea home or a fabulous hotel. Still, most of the time, we play games of “don’t get arrested” by taking some acts as far as we can in public places. The fact that Ray had requested me to wear the dress with no underwear and we were on our way to Soho made me think we were going for drinks and then to an underground club to compete in voyeurs-are-us. This is exciting, and frankly, it turns me on also, so Ray and I always have a great time together. As soon as I removed the tiny Pucci dress from the bag, I  knew we would have a great time! Long-sleeved, short in length and crocheted in the right (or wrong) places.

I had slithered into the dress, nipples grazing the material and peeping through enough to play the “is she/isn’t she?” card, towering Chanel heels, smudged smoky make-up, and that sexy tousled bedhead look. I was ready and correct with the venue. Ray was waiting for me in the bar, drink ready and standing to attention the second he saw me. I felt fantastic and knocked my drink back to signal that I was prepared to hit the club. It was only a stone’s throw away from the bar, but Ray made a big meal of kissing me and groping me in the street in full view of Soho’s frequenters. This added fuel to our already raging burning des, ire and as soon as we walked through the door of the exclusive club, we were already at the point of no return. The great thing about this job is that I have the same lust and desire for attention as my clients, so I have always suggested a little PDA if the customer is willing.

What can I say? I am a great London escort if I do say so myself!

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!