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.

Busy, Busy, Busy…

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I have been so busy lately that trying to juggle everything is getting a little beyond me – and it certainly doesn’t help that I am well into the holiday spirit. I have a list of things to do pinned on the bedroom door, and there is undoubtedly a lot of planning to do.

Concentrate, girl, concentrate!

So you might wonder what I have to do that’s so important. Well, the first thing is to ensure all my international clients know I am going away soon. That way, no one will try to book me for the beginning of July or schedule a trip to London hell-bent on seeing me because I won’t be here. My luxurious Mayfair apartment will be empty, and I will have left a message with the doorman to divert my post to the charming girl who lives at number 2.

Secondly, I have to spend time seeing my parents – namely my mother. The last time I returned to Swiss Cottage was New Year when we went to that spa. I had some lovely quality time with the family – let’s face it, it’s not often! I have heard from the horse’s mouth (dearest eldest brother) that Mother is pining a little (read: whining) and that she doesn’t see me as much as the others. And on more than one occasion, I’ve heard she is starting to wonder what I DO that takes me away from them so much.

And thirdly… I have to get my hair and eyebrows done again. I have yet to let myself go, but one can do so much self-administration before you need to call in a professional. So, I’d like to tell you that a phone call to my beauty therapist is in order. A top expensive escort has standards, you know.

And they’re my top -3 things to do before July. I had better get a move on.

To book our very organised and multitasking ladies, they are only a phone call away – call 07811 160 160 to make all your dreams come true; whether you want an International escort or to visit an escort in London, we can make it happen for you – sometimes it’s good to book in advance as you can see our ladies are very busy…

Made for Madrid

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Most of our girls are available for international assignments, which is handy for our clients when they need a companion to travel abroad. One of these European cities is Madrid. Madrid is the beautiful capital of Spain and the largest city, with a population of just over 3 million people.

So why Madrid? Known for its political, economic and cultural excellence, is it any wonder that tourists and other Spaniards flock there yearly to enjoy everything this city offers? Madrid is a culture-lovers paradise, from its world-renowned art museums to beautiful architecture (especially the Catholic churches, a wonder to behold) and classical music.

Our London escorts love to be entertained in Madrid. These girls tell us that the nightlife is one of the city’s main attractions! You haven’t indeed visited Madrid if you haven’t experienced the clubs, jazz lounges, and live music venues. Dining out in Tapas bars, drinking at cocktail bars, or watching flamenco – there is something for all and something every night. Ask your escort if she likes to dance or sit and tap your feet to the varied talents of Spanish musicians.

Although the weather in Madrid is much the same as in London (with much less rain!!), Don’t let that put you off a city break, remember. As long as you both wrap up warm, you should be able to enjoy the many hidden treasures of this historic and beautiful city. And if the cold gets too much, hop on a bus or train and go somewhere together you might not have thought of before. Remember, when you think you know Madrid, something may pop up and surprise you!

Booking a Spanish escort to accompany you abroad couldn’t be simpler. Either call or email us Monday through Sunday, 24 hours a day. Remember, our escorts need 24 hours’ notice before confirming an international booking, so plan accordingly.

Monday again…

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So, Monday again. A new working week and a new month in my diary for summer pursuits. Although the catwalks have been sporting their summer range since the sales began, I have only started looking at them carefully while shopping. My reluctance can only be attributed to the up-and-downers of good old blighty weather. To flip-flop or not to flip-flop? That has been the question. Give me continuity any day.

I wanted to save at least five days this month for trips abroad; I have been withdrawing from my passport. One of my favourite fellow London companions, Amanda, has just returned from Milan with a suitcase full of Manolo’s. I almost threw up when I realised she had my much-coveted purple shoe-boots with the red velvet shoe laces. Sadly, my feet are smaller than hers, and I couldn’t justify the price before my following statement on my MasterCard. I could have been swayed when she mentioned they come in red and grey, but the angel on my left sucker-punched the devil on my right shoulder.

I love to look current and unique but still in keeping with all the trends. It would be a complete disaster if I turned up to a date where another lady at a top-class restaurant was wearing the same Prada dress as me. I have expensive taste but like to shake it up by combining my unique dress sense, which I know nobody else will be wearing. I may be headed, but I think I can always pull it off – my figure is fantastic, and I love to show it off – ever so classy, I may add!! I care for my body by working hard at the gym and eating organic food. After all, my body is my business, and I want it to last.

So, with a free (but rapidly filling-up) month ahead and a brand new credit card statement to enjoy, I think I will face the summer months with a smile. As a 24-hour escort, you never know what might happen tomorrow!

Horror dates

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I won’t lie… I wouldn’t say I like scary films. Something makes my brain work overtime, and I get carried away and lost in my “what if” fantasies or complete nightmares! I have always loved a good old-fashioned rom-com or sci-fi film. Nothing comes creeping out from behind you in your bathroom, and kids don’t suddenly become possessed and turn demonic as the sun goes down. I grew up in the leafy and child-friendly borough of Hampstead. I attended school with other generally lovely children and their parents, whom I know would never let them watch anything scarier than Count Duckula!!

Jeff is my client for the day and night, requesting the pleasure of his sexy blonde escort to give him some good old girlfriend experience, and has asked me to come over to his house in Belgravia to eat dinner and watch films. Jeff is a 40-something gazillionaire, and he most certainly likes all his mod cons: colossal plasma screen and surround sound. He has told me that he wants to play a real chivalrous man and woman in a relationship where said man and woman watch terrifying films, and the man looks after the woman as she nestles into his shoulder for protection. Bless him for wanting to wave his you-know-what around and hold me in his big, muscly arms, but I am quite frankly terrified. I told him this was a great idea and I would bring extra popcorn in my best enthusiastic tone. Still, inside, I was already screaming into my pillow at the mere thought of the fangs, creaking doors and candles being blown out by some genuinely horrifying unidentified thing.

I never refuse any challenge or date suggested by my clients, as you well know, but I can honestly say I was so close. Closer than the time Bob took me shopping outside of London on a high street with just a QS and a C&A knockoff shop. You can also imagine my disgust when he told me we were going out for dinner in the West End (cue me perking up) to be taken to a fast food job down a side street.

Okay, nothing will be as wrong as that… bring on the screams of terror…yikes!