Adorable April

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Model perfect to the tips of her toes, April is one of the most popular blonde escorts and one you cannot afford to miss. Twenty-five years old, natural blonde, with tanned golden skin, April embodies the fantasy lady of many gentlemen’s dreams.

She tells us she has a weakness for luxury and high-end labels, so to break the ice, why not take her shopping around Kensington or Chelsea, where fashion runs rife, and the shop assistants will be falling over themselves to tend to her every whim? Please show your appreciation for the time you have spent together with a token that she will never forget you. You could pretend you are Richard Gere and Julia Roberts as you promise to pay “an obscene amount of money”!

Not based in one specific area, April can be found out and about in Central London either with friends or rushing off somewhere as her busy social life dictates. She is the first to say she loves her life and is delighted to meet new people and share their experiences. She is one of our escorts in South Kensington but is also available for international assignments with notice.

To enjoy the company of this truly gorgeous young woman, call us, and our team of English receptionists will talk you through the particulars of your date. All prices are on our ladies’ profiles, and we offer an honest description for each of our ladies with 100% genuine and recent photographs.

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!

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.

Test out your culinary skills…

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I am often wined and dined in London Michelin stars than they know what to do with. I think I can honestly say that I have been a guest at every single eatery worth mentioning in Time Out. So it was the loveliest gesture when a client I haven’t seen for ages booked me for an out-call booking to his Chelsea home for a good-home-cooked meal.

I arrived with a bottle of Merlot and a basket full of bread from Selfridges. I was going for the whole girlfriend experience because I do have a soft spot for this man, and he was going out of his way to impress me. I even wore my most faded jeans and jumper, and flat shoes to show I was all about the cuddles rather than seducing his little socks off. Not that it wasn’t on the agenda, but I do like a little hand-holding.

So, when I arrived at his beautiful home with my basket of goodies, he welcomed me inside with a big hug and a kiss and ushered me into the kitchen/diner. It was so beautiful, with a real country feel, and I wondered how a bachelor kept it so pristine. He saw me looking around and said he had an excellent housekeeper.

The table was laid for two, and candle lit. He looked resplendent in his apron and the dish towel slung over his shoulder. I perched on a bar stool, and we chatted while he uncorked the wine and poured us both a generous glass. I think, after half an hour, it was me who was feeling seduced. The heady aroma of cooking smells, his aftershave, and the wine made me feel very relaxed indeed! I kept distracting him from the oven, and eventually, he sent me into the front room to choose some music.

The meal he cooked was beautiful, something that you would get at a 5-star restaurant, but obviously, the ambience was more intimate. It was the perfect dish for me – a smoked salmon starter followed by sea bass, then crème brulee for dessert. I don’t think I uttered a word when I was eating apart from ‘mmm’. I was delighted but not stuffed, and when you feel that way – you know that you will have room for a little more dessert, and I don’t mean crème brule!!

A way to my heart is definitely through my stomach, and didn’t he succeed?! I was fed, watered and wined right to my toes. If you think you could match up to this client’s culinary skills in your kitchen – don’t forget there is always a Pink London Escort ready to be your critique…

Lunchtime Treat

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What do you do in your lunch hour? Read the newspaper? Have a sandwich in the office? Maybe you like to step out onto London’s busy streets and clear your head for a while. I bet you didn’t know that our ladies are a stone’s throw away from your usual lunch-break retreat.

Has it ever crossed your mind that some gentlemen like to spend their weekday lunch times in the company of an incall escort? Some rush to meet their delightful London companion at their favourite cafe or restaurant; others indulge in an hour-long in-call at her apartment. The point is wasting precious hours of your day could be a thing of the past. Life does not have to be the same old lunchtime routine with a beautiful 24-hour Companion in your phone book.

You also do not need to worry about the amount of notice your escort will require. We have some escorts who are available at short notice; others may have space in their diary. It is worth asking when you phone to book who is free that day. With over 70 girls on our books, there will be someone for everyone. Our agency is open 24 hours a day, so we are sure there will always be a time for you even if you don’t have your lunch hour at a ‘normal time’.

Beatrice, our hot and saucy Blonde, is one of our escorts in Chelsea. This 24-year-old exhibitionist loves to surprise her clients with naughty lingerie – and what a way to wear it when you have 32C-24-34 statistics! Beatrice is cheeky, fun-loving and very open-minded – just perfect to lighten anyone’s mood and send them back to work for the afternoon …with a grin on their face!

We have many ladies in Chelsea, Kensington, Bayswater, escorts in Lancaster Gate and Baker Street, and most are by tube stations or places that are very easy to get to. So you see, your lunch-time doesn’t have to be a limp sandwich. It could be far more exciting than that – all you need to do is look at our gallery of beautiful ladies, which is sure to get your pulse racing. If you think this is a possibility, then get on the phone now with one of our lovely receptionists who will only be too happy to help you sort out your lunchtime for you.