Dedication is what you need

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When you have regular clients who need to re-book you for specific functions, you have to keep on your toes and bring change into the ‘relationship’ more than ever. I always attend Scott’s work/family/social arrangements as his girlfriend, but to keep the booking, I have to keep him interested just as you would in an actual relationship. This is why I’m single. These things are hard work.

Scott is a 40-something gazillionaire who loves to keep up appearances. He lets his staff run his hotel empire and reaps the rewards by holidaying on his private island, lounging in his luxury mansion in Hampstead and shopping in New York for the afternoon. He uses me as his long-term girlfriend stand-in. In reality, he has no interest in making a relationship with someone he doesn’t know and who may only be after his money.

In my mind, it’s classic real commitment issues, but what do I know? I’m a London escort, not a psychologist! So, he takes me to work functions, family weddings, press nights, and the works, but he also brings me shopping to cater to such arrangements, and that’s why, to keep this gig, I need to up my game.

As you know, I’m a very proud brunette, but when he mentions that he finds a particular blonde celebrity attractive, I crack out my favourite Barbie wig and act out any fantasy he wants. He loves the fact that he doesn’t even have to ask. Sometimes, when you spend a lot of time with a client, you do pick up on certain things. Whether they like olives, whether they prefer Gucci to Dior, whether they book a hotel more in Mayfair than in Knightsbridge and whether they respond in pleasure at being tickled just under the…

With Scott, we have a great partnership. I have even wrapped his very protective Mother around my little finger. Little does she know that boy is having a faux relationship with a top call girl! We have learned to walk in time with one another, laugh at the same things and finish each other’s sentences. We have been on many dinner and drink dates to get to know each other in such a way.

What can I say? I’m a dedicated woman.

For the love of chocolate…

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I love chocolate. Show me a woman who doesn’t, but when your date is obsessed with “playing” with the sweet stuff, you get sick of it.

Haz is a regular of mine who loves to get up close and personal covered in milk dark and white chocolate. Our first get-together was in his presidential suite at his Kensington Hotel. He owns the building and lives there, and his penthouse is most spectacular. We went out for dinner, and he wined and dined me like I hadn’t been in a long time. It almost felt like an actual date where the male of the species feels he has to wow and impress his female companion. We ate and laughed and danced when no one else was, and he promised me more dates like this. His apparent penchant for brunette escorts has preceded him, and I had heard from his other elite favourites that if he likes you, he will buy you jewels and treat you like a princess. Still, if you take his fancy, he will let you see his secret room in his humble (cough) abode.

Haz is so camp in his attire and furnishings you would almost assume he is gay, but let me assure you, he certainly isn’t. I was lucky enough to play my own wooing game and snagged myself a few treats from some gorgeous couture boutiques in Chelsea, and then we stumbled across a very well-known but cheaper store to purchase some nice but VERY inexpensive undies. I wondered why we were buying these frilly smalls in under a fiver, but it wasn’t until I saw the secret room covered in plastic sheeting and the bowls of chocolate sauce that I realised that we would be throwing anything we started off wearing away.

So, dinner and no dessert led to drinks and the intention of coffee back at his home, which soon led to “we weren’t coming back for coffee, let’s visit the playroom” for some choccy fun.

On went the polyester set, and out came the choccy weapons. It was fun, but I swear I’m still cleaning out the fruit and nut from places it really shouldn’t have gone…

Our London agency companions know how to have fun, so if you fancy some fun and frolics mixed in with a bit of chocolate, then why not give us a call? And we can hook you up with one of our flirty females, which will make you forget yourself for a few hours – or even longer!! You only live once, so give us a try, and you’ll be hooked!

I’m in charge…

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I have so many faces as a 24-hour Companion that sometimes I think I have a split personality! Only some of my clients want to see the girlie me or have the GFE. Oh no. Some hire my services for a more specialised flavour of date. Some like their duo escorts and fantasies and role-play fun, too…

London is full of diverse tastes and preferences, especially in the city, where the pace of life is always the same. If you were to stand still near London Bridge for a moment and watch the commuters, the speed at which they think and travel is quite alarming. But among the suits and briefcases lie many secrets – I know I hold a few of them close to my chest.

It never ceases to amaze me how people become aroused by taboo subjects. I research something thoroughly before I take on a new challenge – just as one would revise before an important exam. I won’t get a second chance to impress so I can be in front of my laptop for hours the night before. I prefer a few days’ notice to buy props and costumes, although many clients provide me with the entire ensemble to make the process smoother. Most of these men are married but can’t express their fantasies to their wives. I’m more than happy to fulfil a role – it’s another string to my bow.

So, with all that simmering nicely in your mind, I must turn your attention to Geoff. From the outside, Geoff is your average 50-something family man. However, he comes to my Mayfair flat on a Wednesday afternoon (usually when he has told his secretary he will be on a long lunch) and cleans my flat for me dressed in his Y-fronts and a gingham pinafore. I yell at him every so often, humiliating him if his housework isn’t to my exact specification and call him a useless idiot. He has provided me with a black PVC catsuit and thigh-high boots; my hair must be scraped severely back into a high ponytail, and my lips are glossed blood red. He isn’t allowed to look me in the eye and must always call me “Madam”. I always carry a riding crop with me and occasionally give him a whip when the fancy takes me. I can be spiteful, but he seems to like it more when I cause him to yelp.

Geoff’s 90 minutes are usually up when my bathroom is sparkling and my kitchen floor scrubbed. He puts his suit back on, picks up his briefcase and kisses my cheek. If there is time, I may even make him a cup of tea, and he gives me a rundown of what his kids are doing at school. I find the whole scenario pretty surreal, but it makes him happy, and we never discuss it once it’s over.

Erotic humiliation can take on many forms. There are London clubs that specialise in it and are open till very late. Arriving at midnight would guarantee four hours of fun, should that be your thing. I’ve visited them a few times (as a guest as you have been a member) to watch, and what an eye-opener! Imagine a basement divided into rooms, each with a different theme. So there you are – I’m not such a pretty, prim miss after all! Remember, I’m paid to be the ideal date – whatever form it may come in.

The Way To An Escort’s Heart

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I can be bribed with a Gucci watch or Prada bag, but you will live in my heart forever if you wine and dine with me.

I date a food connoisseur one month every three when he pops down from his home in the Cotswolds to critique some new brasserie. I visited Marco Pierre White’s new restaurant on opening night and was ever so slightly star-struck when I realised I was dining among the capital’s glittering elite. My client merely nodded at a few celebrities and said it wasn’t such a big deal to sit an arm’s length away from a top film star. I, on the other hand, was salivating at breathing the same air as him.

Most of the time, I enjoy dressing up and being on the guest list for The Ivy and Browns, but I like finding quiet spots to eat something homemade. Tiny little country pubs or quaint little cafes on quiet pavements give such ambience to a private conversation. I’m also not opposed to a checked tablecloth, waxy-candle stump and a badly-played accordion. As long as the food is excellent, the wine just as good (and the lighting flattering from all angles), I usually find the date runs itself. I don’t fret too much about getting food down my front or spinach in my teeth because I’m too busy savouring the tastes and textures. I can’t stand these girls who miss the wonder of haute cuisine because they strive to be a size zero or don’t want to be seen chewing in front of their date. Life’s too short to be a WAG.

So why all the food talk? Well, my client is meeting me at five o’clock to take me to Swiss Cottage for dinner. He is freelancing for the Telegraph this week, reviewing Ambar, a new nightspot with a fully stocked bar, late license and international menu. I won’t dress up too much, but I have a new pair of Manolo’s begging to be broken in.

My client loves food but loves the great company of a sexy blonde escort even more, so he books me repeatedly. We have a great relationship, and I tease him about his ‘fussy’ ways, but I believe he has to be in a job such as his!! I was never really a ‘foodie’ until I met this client. He has taught me so much about food, tastes and textures, and I can pick out the most exquisite meals now rather than going for the same old food familiar to me. I enjoy meeting new people and fascinating people like my client, a food critic. It gives my life much variety, and my recent experiences make it much more fulfilling.

So, if you have functions which you wouldn’t mind taking one of our 24-hour Companions ladies to, then why not book one of our girls? You can be sure of an entertaining evening with one of our more cultured ladies, as our girls love to indulge in new experiences.

An Escorts Point Of View

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When I was growing up, I wanted to become a hairdresser. At the age of 13, I decided I wanted to become an actress. By 16, I knew I wanted to use my brain, and by 18, I wanted to go to university. It is funny how, throughout your life, you know what you want to be and not what the future holds or what you will be. I’ve always had a penchant for the finer things in life. My overflowing wardrobe filled with designer goodies also confirmed this. Meeting new people and visiting spectacular places is another favourite pastime, and I think I have accustomed myself to seeing this rather lovely beauty therapist.

Cue my job as a London escort, and what better city to explore all the fineries in than London!! I am fortunate enough to travel all over the world and see the exquisite 7-star resorts in Dubai and go shopping in the famous Big Apple that is New York. My clients are never disappointed as the lovely lady on his arm knows how to hold intelligent conversation and to look utterly fabulous thanks to a good lifestyle and plenty of sleep (and my beauty therapist keeping me silky smooth and coiffed to perfection)

Stumbling across the most beautiful of boutiques with some of my lovely clients in Chelsea or the one I never tell anyone about in Kensington and finding and enjoying many mouth-watering delights in Fulham or Baker Street allows me to see London as the great and cultural city that it is. I’ve always lived in London, but visiting the places I do with some fascinating companions has opened my eyes to what the city holds. I have learned a lot from various clients about London as we have travelled around it, and when I hear the same story time after time, I have perfected the knack of looking like I have listened to the information for the first time. There are only so many times you can hear that there is a plaque in Trafalgar Square denoting the very centre of London. I am professional enough, though, to not make the person who is educating me not to make him feel small and carry on listening to his knowledge of things I know by heart.

When I do have those precious moments to myself, I still like to explore this beautiful city. I know what’s hot and what’s not in London, and when I am on my own, there is no better companion than the city itself.