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It’s a fabulous life…

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I am not under any illusion that I am not mistaken for a beautiful elite escort on many occasions at the fantastic 5-star hotels I visit clients at; I’m no fool. A woman walking alone through the lobby of a London hotel that the concierge is never seen with a large bag, no luggage and dressed to kill in the middle of the day; it’s not exactly rocket science, but the excitement of giving the attendants a little wink as I sashay past in my finery gives me a sense of power and the man on the door a thrill of sharing something sordid with a gorgeous 24hr Companions lady.

Not only am I a top expensive escort in London, but it feels like I am the creative director of someone’s fantasies. That is so much fun, let me tell you. Working out my wardrobe, makeup and props for making their date one to rebook is such a rush. My fellow elite escort pals and I (all 3 of them are on the same wavelength as me) have a whale of a time swopping tips and showing off our new treasures that have been showered on us by our most faithful clientele.

In my line of work, it will not embarrass me easily. Whether I am acting out an unusual fantasy or contorting my body in various positions to be observed in great detail, I cannot get the giggles nor get all self-conscious and reluctant. Being in public with men of all shapes, sizes, ages and fashion dos and don’ts are other factors I must overlook. I am very open-minded, which is a massive bonus if you want to do this job.

Even going shopping or dining with a much older client who has requested I wear next to nothing and hang off his arm all date is a sure sign to the general public that I am either a hooker or a gold digger. But again, I don’t care. The things I get to experience, like eating in the finest restaurants, shopping in the most expensive of boutiques and visiting the most fantastic countries, is an exceptional lifestyle for me, and I believe I well deserve it with the effort and dedication I put into making my clients time with me a fabulous one!

Now, as you know, I am not just a model escort; no, I have a brain, and I’m not afraid to use it. I love the intellect of some of my “friends”, and it’s not all about the glitz and glamour. But as soon as I head to the beautician and the hairdressers or to Selfridges to pick out some gorgeous couture, current events and world politics slip away and I am caught up in a world of coiffing, bronzing and Gucci.

What can I say, it’s a beautiful life!!

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Saucy texts…

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I so love my mobile phone. There’s an App for everything these days, just as the adverts tell us, and I have yet to find one that doesn’t. I’m addicted to everything electronic and sleeping as it is, so my Smartphone is just the icing on the cake. As I’ve previously said, I can’t live without my trusty Filofax, but you can’t send someone something racy from the A5 pages of a notebook.

When I get a new client (or tending to the needs of a regular), I always take their phone number down so we can smooth out the finer points of our date. Whether it is by voice or text, I’m available. This also means that I can wind them up throughout the hours preceding the date if they so wish – which is precisely what Rob asked me to do before our date on Sunday.

I was instructed to whip him into a frenzy with some truly saucy text and MMS messaging. So I flexed my digits, limbered up my right wrist and got to work. The camera quality on my phone is pretty good for what it is. isSomeme mobile phones boast 12 megapixels and a flash, but mine works in HD. I’m not bragging; I’m just saying. This works even more to my advantage when I need to send video over the airwaves… I thought I’d sneak a few pictures in of me in my most revealing cream satin lingerie (Rob stipulates he likes lace rather than leather) with some smooth skin visible. It’s. Titled “Guess the body part?”

I also thought I’d spice things up a little by taking a walk through Knightsbridge, snapping a few landmarks for authenticity – and then casually throw in that I was sitting in a quiet cafe daring to take pictures down my tp while sipping a latte. It’s all about titillation rather than seeing it all at once – there would be plenty of time for that in the evening on our date. Rob said he wanted to spoil me by booking us a table at Marco in Chelsea. This is one of the few London restaurants I haven’t been to regularly, and I was looking forward to sampling their delights again. I was especially looking forward to sending him a text while demurely looking at the menu, reading: I’ve dropped my fork; you’d best get under the table and look for it.

I deliberately use words and phrases that reek of double innuendos. I think the best way to man’s heart is to make him laugh at my brazen cheekiness and cause him to feel twitchy in the trouser area, but not enough to be noticeable. I want him to grab me and tell me, close to my ear, that I’ve been driving him mad all day. That’s passion. Couple that with a tight pencil skirt that shows off my bottom and a neckline just low enough to make him wonder… I know how to work the system.

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London’s Soho

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I love the whole Gay scene around the Capital. Although I don’t see a lot of gay men in my line of work, I wander through Soho, inhaling the vibe and the atmosphere with a smile.

And it was at G-A-Y that I met Lucas. Just for once, I had Saturday night free to sashay with my girlfriends among the queens of London. Tight tops, designer sunglasses and skinny jeans abound (and that was the men!). The crowd spilled out onto the pavement.

Soho is recognised more for its pubs, bars, nightspots and the fabulous West End than the seedy sex trade. We danced through the lanes to all the tunes carried along with the evening breeze, slightly intoxicated. And there in the shadows, I saw him.

Average height but better than average build, he was standing, looking bored with a cigarette burning at his fingertips. As we passed him, he took a drag from it, and something in me tingled. I persuaded the girls to stop ‘for a drink’, which worked because nobody spotted him but me. And quite a good job, too as I was, with many of my fellow delicious 24-hour escorts. What he was doing at one of the campest gay haunts in Soho, I do not know, but my Gaydar didn’t start beeping, so I thought I was OK. I looked at him over my shoulder as we stood in the queue, and he winked at me.

“What’s your name?” I mouthed. He responded with Lucas. I like to get straight to the point; maybe it’s my profession. There is no point skipping around the obvious for hours. I fancied him; I let him know it.

I liked the fact we were an ordinary boy and girl meeting by chance on a Saturday night. I also liked I hadn’t set this date up in advance and wanted to be me for a little while. Lucas had no expectations of me, and it was worth a kiss in a dark corner if nothing else!

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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.

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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!

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