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Secrets

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Rule number one of being a top london escort: Discretion. To be able to conduct yourself professionally while maintaining closeness with the client to make him feel he is your number one. In other words – don’t make him feel as though he has paid for your time, rather than it has been an honour to allow him to do so. It also helps of you enjoy your job, which I do.

Sometimes I find I tie myself in knots being secretive about my job, especially when it comes to my family. Having to be vague all the time is tiring because I can never quite remember what lies I’ve told. My mum and dad still believe I’m in PR although my brother is a bit suspicious. He doesn’t know any London PR executive with the wardrobe as vast or expensive as mine. I tell him I have some really high-profile customers who send samples to our offices on a regular basis. He has been to my apartment but never strayed further than my front room – I don’t want him stumbling across the boudoir any time soon!

There are also the concierge and Maître D’s that keep secrets. Bear in mind I have been to plenty (if not most) of the celebrity restaurants, five star casinos and high class hotels across the capital. For those who take their job seriously (and have been doing it twice as long as I have been alive), they merely nod or pretend they’ve never seen me before. This usually applies to Claridges or The Ritz where reputation is everything. These men know what goes on, but they never say anything; they keep their cards played close to their chests. The ones who are younger or who don’t care too much give me a cheeky wink or pass me a note with their mobile number on in case I should need anything. I have taken them up on the offer a few times when I’ve been in dire straits or come across something unexpected. It’s never what you know, but who.

Being a top escort I have hundreds of secrets in my head belonging to dozens of men who trust me. They tell me things they wouldn’t tell their wives, girlfriends, mothers or friends. I tell myself it makes me privy to a world not many women get to see They long to buy them wisps of French lace and satin in any other colour than white to wear anywhere other than the bedroom. As they pour this lingerie into my lap and I parade it around for them, I can’t help but feel sorry for the women missing out. When we act out a fantasy together or meet on the steps of The Andaz for a 5-star experience, I feel like the princess they wish they were treating.

To feel feminine and desired is the biggest secret of all.

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Beauty and Brains

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One of the things I love about my job is the wide variety of men I meet.

It’s not all about the looks. It’s not always about the clothes or money. It’s sometimes about the brains, and a lot of the time, that is attractive in itself.

I enjoy talking about politics or the current economic crisis to exercise my brain. Some clients want to have dinner and drinks and discuss current affairs or business with the company of their chosen London escorts. The model looks and designer dresses couldn’t be further from their minds when they took me for a fantastic meal at one of London’s finest eateries. It’s only when we return to their luxury apartments or hotel suites that they want the topic of conversation to switch from intellect to innuendo.

It’s not so much a challenge for me to discuss the worries of the world. I’m an intelligent woman, and, rarely, I don’t keep up to date with the news to understand what the world is up to of late, so this evening’s date with Patrick for dinner and a trip to the theatre will be a fabulous evening of canny discussions and topical debates. Patrick doesn’t want a cheap escort, so he chooses me.

Patrick, although broadly intelligent and prone to the occasional heated exchange, is very witty and great company. He does like me to look as model-perfect as I can with feminine beauty and subtle girly flirting but also to give him a genuine, unscripted run for his money.

Patrick is an intelligent and successful businessman. He is a multi-millionaire and is only based in London once or twice every six months due to his unbelievably busy schedule, flying to Hong Kong and Dubai immediately to expand his ever-growing empire. But when he is lucky enough to have some “me-time”, he never forgets to give me a call to relax. Even if he requests my company to go shopping or to have lunch, we always end up in a friendly debate but always manage to put those differences to the side when we come together to be very agreeable in his beautiful London home.

So, for me, it’s not about the classic Chanel separates and hair tied in a bun, glasses on the end of my nose ensemble to look intelligent. I know I can dress to impress and still hold my own in a mind battle.

I am acutely aware that my model looks to wow my date, but when it’s required. I can be beautiful with what’s inside my perfectly plucked, dyed and made-up head, too.

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Who says romance is dead?

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I will enjoy afternoon tea at the Ritz with Stefan, a French businessman who delights in all the finest things in life. He has requested the pleasure of a demure, sweet escort lady for some company over tea and sandwiches and then back to his luxury suite in South Kensington.

Stefan is a very high-class man who expects class and expensive taste. He is on business for three days in London, and we have enjoyed a few dates precious to today’s encounter. He always books mid-afternoon, which is his “me-time” as many of his conferences are in the evening, and they are all business, so I cannot join him and impress and wow his colleagues. He is a very private man and feels perhaps, with a close-knit set of co-workers, they would know he is hiring his date, albeit a lovely and professional.

So this morning, I will be coiffing, waxing and plucking to perfection and choosing my most beautiful designer threads for our midday soiree. I chose a fantastic mix of Chanel and Donna Karan with my La Perla underwear, Givenchy scent and London charm.

I enjoy playing the sweet lunch partner who bats her eyelids and nods agreeably while Stefan sets the world to rights. He wants attention and no element of a power struggle because he is the man, and I am the perfect woman. The only advice I offer is that of any places in London that he may want to entertain clients at a classy restaurant in Chelsea or a Casino in Mayfair. I advise only the best, of course, because if his associates are impressed by my recommendations, it may result in a new pair of Jimmy’s for me!

Stefan is the perfect gentleman, and even back at his hotel suite, he treats me like a lady, and I, in turn, treat him like a man. It is all significantly “Gone with the Wind” romantic.
I think he enjoys the comfort and closeness of a more loving relationship for those few hours. Traditional and polite is a concept that a very busy and successful businessman lacks. I, being the fabulous London escort that I am, can certainly inject some intimacy into his time off.

I have a lot of clients like Stefan who ask specifically for the girlfriend experience and just a few hours of feeling like they are in a relationship. I guess it’s what all busy professionals need to give them some “me time”.

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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.

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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…

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