Food for Kings

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London has many sights and sounds, and you can taste the finest cuisines worldwide. Today, a food festival is going on, and I am accompanying my favourite client on an outcall booking to savour the delights.

My driver took me and Jasper to Hampton Court for the food festival I mentioned. We ensured we were out and about by 9 am to avoid the weekend traffic and to meander between the stalls before things got too crowded. The turn-out was excellent, and I managed to sample plenty of wares, which took the edge off my appetite.

And it wasn’t just food on offer. Summer cocktails shaken by expert mixologists were on offer to thirsty visitors, such as ourselves (and I had a little chat with them to discover how hard it is to remember the ingredients off the top of your head. “Very!” (This is the standard reply.) Even with acclaimed chefs (such as Michelin-star restaurant owners Martin Blunos and Ed Baines) who were cooking up a storm, showing people how to cook their signature dishes. It was undoubtedly tickling my taste buds!!

But, I tell you what, by the time lunch rolled around, I was joining the queues for the hog roast. Oh, my dear Lord, what about freshly sliced ham in a baguette? Although Jasper was more interested in the jerk chicken, I persuaded him to take a good bite of my sandwich, and he scribbled a few notes in his jotter to put into his review when we got home to South Kensington.

So why not haul yourself out of doors and enjoy something different over the weekend? There is so much to do in London most weekends, and we are sure you will always find something entertaining. Our 24-hour London escorts love to experience new adventures and make great company. So give us a call and book a fun weekend with a beautiful lady.

Feeling Feisty

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One of my favourite words in the English dictionary is ‘passion’. There’s the passion you show your partner between the sheets when you just want to grab them and bite a chunk out of them; an intense appreciation for the arts or music and the passion of a couple arguing in the middle of the street (or wherever they happened to be when the first voice was raised). Without passion, the world would be a very boring place and no one would become excited about anything.

I consider myself to be a passionate girl in the most obvious sense of the word. None of my clients or past boyfriends could ever dub me an Ice Maiden. Good God, no! I put as much energy into my emotions as I do every aspect of my life. However, I’m not particularly confrontational so my newest client, Jon took me by surprise. He was a referral from a fellow London escort who was too poorly to make her date. She told me that Jon was a bit of a character but she thought I would be fine. “If you get stuck,” she said hoarsely, “text me.”

So I entered into our arrangement with my eyes wide open. Dressed for the summery weather and with a beaming smile, we met on the South Bank, outside Temple tube station. The first thing that riled me was that he looked me up and down before shaking my hand. And even though, for the most part, he as a gentleman, he kept trying to wind me up – bordering on rudeness. As the sun went behind a cloud and the wind picked up, my mood became equally as overcast. Jon started to irritate me. We walked and talked from Park Lane to Piccadilly, without holding hands and at least three feet apart. Now, being the professional I am and bearing in mind I’ve heard worse over the years, I started to reply through gritted teeth. I so wanted to be nice to him but I could have cheerfully strangled him. We ate a meal at The Cinnamon Club where the conversation was littered with insults. He criticised the food, the service, my table manners and those of all around him. Eventually I could take no more. With a slam of my napkin and a scrape of my chair, I turned on my heel and fled.

I was absolutely raging as I arrived home. My neighbours must have wondered what all the commotion was about as I slammed my front door shut and kicked a chair across the room. How dare he! And I was so annoyed with my colleague for giving me such a vile client. I text her and asked why she thought I would enjoy a date like that. I got no reply but Jon text me the next day and explained that he arranged dates with our 24 hour escort agency to have a really good fight with the lady. He was aroused by a fiery woman and I had left him speechless. Although when I didn’t come back he had worried that I’d been briefed before agreeing to stand in. Well, that explained it and after that I stopped giving him a hard time. So, slipping into character, I made my voice as petulant as I could and asked what the hell he thought he was playing at being extremely rude to me and his voice immediately animated. Before I knew it he was yelling all sorts of obscenities and asking if I spoke to all my boyfriends that way? It was rather surreal but oddly satisfying.

Now Jon wants to book my company at least once a fortnight so we can really scream at each other – in a completely controlled environment, of course. He says he enjoys the company of the other escorts at the agency but that I really get into the spirit of things. I told him he should see me with PMT!

Tailor-made dates…

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The most important part of the 24-hour Companions experience is to make every gentleman client feel as though he is your “One and Only”. Whether I am an in-call or out-call escort, the finer details have already been sharpened so the date is perfect, and I’m in control of his satisfaction.

I take special pride in my work, and I revere repeat business, so to me, it is vitally important that my London clients leave smiling. You may find this strange, you might not, but my Filofax has a special section reserved just for date history. I wrote their name, age and contact details down, where we went and what he wanted me to wear. Next comes his preferences: is he straight or kinky? Does he like me to participate in role-play, or are we sightseeing in London? At the bottom, in small letters, I write his budget. I ensure I know exactly what he wants to spend because embarrassing him is a big no-no. Remember, he is paying for my company and time; I want him to be delighted with his purchase.

Tailor making a date is a fine art that I have learned to perfect. Of course, I’ve made mistakes (who hasn’t?), but being the professional girl I am, I’m always able to smooth things over. I know my Marble Arch from my Belgravia and my Kensington from my Knightsbridge- believe me, I’ve told black cab drivers enough shortcuts to drive myself around! We cover all areas of London 24 hours a day.

One thing I always have to be aware of is that even though I think I have the measure of a client, the goalposts can move at any time. He might go off on a curious tangent and want me to do something totally out of the ordinary and unexpected. I have a variety of wigs, outfits and dark glasses for role play, and I’ve always got another good escort friend to call on should the date become a menage a trois. Nothing shocks me much these days, but they can undoubtedly surprise me.

So, what am I up to today? Well, I have a brand new client at midday for lunch in Leicester Square and then an hour getting to know each other. He told me on the phone that he had never done this before and was a little nervous. I assured him there was no pressure and that the date was his to enjoy. So we decided to keep things low-key, both of us in jeans, and hopefully, he’ll realise what a great time he can have with a bubbly, intelligent woman – who happens to be a top escort!

You needn’t worry about booking an elite lady at 24-hour Companions as they have it all covered; they don’t just ‘turn up’. They put a little thought into their dates, so if you’ve ever been curious, now is the time to book your tailor-made lady through London’s best escort agency.

Escort lady seeks gentleman…

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A couple of days ago, I addressed an issue that I think is quite topical in my line of super elite. It most certainly is judged by its cover territory when choosing a gorgeous blonde or a sassy brunette to accompany you to your function or just back to your hotel room.

So, I’ve given it some thought and decided on a few online dating ads. I won’t take all the credit; I have recently been out with super publisher John, and he thought it would be hilarious to try out a few and see the best approach. You realise I will never actually go live with these; it’s just in the name of fun. John and I discuss my blog a lot over drinks in some fine bars in London, and he picks them to pieces most of the time, so when he saw that I wanted to do a faux dating ad, of course, he jumped at the chance, and this is what we came up with…

HUMBLE:

“BRUNETTE SEEKS MALE FOR DEEP AND MEANINGFUL COMPANY AND LONG WALKS IN THE PARK. I DON’T BELIEVE IT NECESSARY TO BASE OPINIONS ON LOOKS; I’M SEEKING SERENITY AND HONESTY, BUT CAN ADD SOMETHING SPICY LATER IF THERE IS A BOND. I’M NO MATERIAL GIRL. I LOVE THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE: A GOOD BOOK, A NICE BAR FOR DRINKS WITH FRIENDS, AND A LAZY SUNDAY MORNING. DOWN TO EARTH DOES NOT MEAN ‘FAT’. INTERESTING DOES NOT MEAN ‘UGLY’. I AM YOUR ALL ROUND AVERAGE WOMAN WITH VERY LONG LEGS… ;)”

COME AND GET ME:

“STUNNER SEEKS STUNNER. I WON’T MINCE MY WORDS. I’M AN EX-MODEL WHO KEEPS IN SHAPE AND NEEDS A PERSONAL TRAINER TO SURE I WORK UP A SWEAT ON A VERY REGULAR BASIS. BASED IN MAYFAIR, I LOVE THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE, WISPS OF LACE AND SILKS ON MY AGENT PROVOCATEURS AND DINING IN THE MOST FANTASTIC OF RESTAURANTS. NON MILLIONAIRES NEED NOT APPLY. I WON’T DISAPPOINT, AND IF YOU ARE COMPLETELY LOOKING FOR A GORGEOUS NYMPHO, PLEASE ENQUIRE, AND I WILL LET YOU WITHIN…”
HONEST:

” GORGEOUS WOMAN SEEKS GORGEOUS MAN. VERY WELL-TRAVELLED AND USED TO THE MORE EXQUISITE LOCATIONS. MANNERS ARE A COMPLETE NECESSITY, AND GENEROSITY HELPS. TREAT ME LIKE YOUR QUEEN, AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO TREAT YOU AS MY KING. VERY EXPERIENCED IN HOSPITALITY, YOU WILL NEVER BE BORED WITH ME. NEED A TOUR GUIDE FOR MY FABULOUS CITY OF LONDON? I’M YOUR WOMAN…JUST TREAT ME TO A NEW HANDBAG, AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE CAPITAL AS YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE. FUN AND FROLICS GUARANTEED”

So, who would you choose? Because if I’m sincere, I am all three. Just ask my regulars…

Swinging fun

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The best nights out are when you must wait for the venue. London holds mystery whether you are going somewhere as mainstream as Chelsea or somewhere lesser known for its nightlife like Sloane Square. My clients live in the more popular areas of the city, and I do like to travel around the capital and see how they live in the uber-posh Belgravia or even my neighbours in Kensington. Not only do my clients live in some gorgeous places, but they know some gorgeous people, and Franc likes to mix quite literally with those attractive others.

So, back to my date in a venue just given out as ‘TBC’. Franc told me the genre, and I love fetish parties with a twist. It got me as excited as the first time Franc ever saw his favourite escort in leather with my hair in pigtails. The beauty of the fetish with a twist is to understand that it’s not all dungeons and underground madness; it’s about following the correct etiquette and thoughtful respect for what you are taking part in.

Some of Franc’s friends hold themed parties in their trendy Kensington apartments, and he has taken me along a few times to get into the swing of things before we hit public gatherings. The good thing about being an open-minded 24-hour escort is that nothing fazes me, and just as well seeing that it’s most certainly a case of ‘what happens in private(s), stays private’. It sounds like my personal elite escort oath…other than sharing my tales of debauchery with you.

Hedonism is, I think, ironically derived from a very playful word meaning “delight”. Believing that you should benefit from anything delightful and pursue pleasure to its fullest is what it’s all about in the beautiful world of anything. What an utterly fabulous way to express yourself as well. I always look forward to pencilling Franc in.

So, should I mix leather and pearls or latex and diamonds? I know… I may blend Franc and his friend Ray.