Have a second look

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Show-stopping escorts are the envy of all their female counterparts. They arrive somewhere dressed to thrill and ready for anything. They exude confidence, command the attention of every male in the room and take no prisoners along the way. Whether these women are blonde, brunette or redhead, they will make you weak at the knees with lust and eager to tend to their every whim.

24-hour Companions consider all of their London ladies to fall into this category. Just look at their gallery photos. Indeed, the girl who arrives for your date could not possibly be the one to arrive at your door – but she will be. Our photos are 100% genuine, and we pride ourselves on the best. So don’t miss out, call us today and you could be with a lovely London in a matter of minutes.

Our customers often report back that their chosen 24-hour Companions was terrific. That she was heart-stopping beautiful and charming to ice the cake. When one of our clients returns from a date with one of our elite ladies, he is usually mesmerised and a little bemused. He may not have believed that women like that existed even though he has just spent a few hours, a night or even a few days with the woman of his dreams. How on earth can a lady that he has paid for actually genuinely be as lovely as this??

In truth, how many gentlemen are lucky enough to be able to pay for an experience their fantasies are made of? Who can usually tailor-make their dream date with the perfect woman and boast about it afterwards? After all, we know that something like that will not stay secret for long. 24-hour Companions might be discreet in its services, but we don’t expect our clients not to tell all of their friends. After all, recommendations make a business thrive.

Take advantage

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If you are a young professional who has recently moved to London to further your career, then you may well be finding the city to be a little overwhelming. Indeed, the sheer size and pace of London can take a while to get used to, mainly if you are not used to city life at all.

Of course, the easiest way to adapt to any new place is to make a few new friends and use them to help you adjust. However, whilst this can quickly pay dividends in most other towns and cities across the UK, it can be somewhat different in London.

Indeed, whilst joining a few clubs or sports teams in most places will generally be enough for you to make new acquaintances and be invited out for a few drinks, it is rarely the case in the capital. This is because life moves at breakneck speed in London, and people are invariably too busy to add even more friends to their super-complicated lives. So, whilst your new pals at football or badminton may be friendly enough to talk to, don’t expect them to ask you out for a Friday or Saturday night on the tiles anytime soon.

Unfortunately, the same prospects also apply much of the time to da. Whilst the number of single girls in London is statistically very favourable to a single man, the number of available single girls is far lower. This is because many girls are in London for the same reason you are – to further their careers – consequently, they do not have the time to complicate their lives with romantic liaisons and distracting relationships.

However, before you concede defeat and head to the train station with a one-way ticket home, you should take a moment to consider things more carefully.

Indeed, there is always a ‘bedding in’ period whenever you move to somewhere new and whilst London may be less forgiving than most other places, your rewards will come if you give it time. Indeed, once your face becomes a little more familiar at work, in your building and around your neighbourhood, you will eventually form friendships that will create social networks.

Moreover, you can always make the most of the unique benefits that London has whilst you are waiting for those friendships to manifest themselves.

Indeed, the benefit of being a single man alone in a city like London is that you can take advantage of the services that companies like Pink 24-hour London escort agency can offer. Our beautiful, intelligent London escorts will be more than happy to keep you company whenever you’re feeling a little bit lonely and will soon help you banish any thoughts you may have about leaving town.

Saucy texts…

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I so love my mobile phone. There’s an App for everything these days, just as the adverts tell us, and I have yet to find one that doesn’t. I’m addicted to everything electronic and sleeping as it is, so my Smartphone is just the icing on the cake. As I’ve previously said, I can’t live without my trusty Filofax, but you can’t send someone something racy from the A5 pages of a notebook.

When I get a new client (or tending to the needs of a regular), I always take their phone number down so we can smooth out the finer points of our date. Whether it is by voice or text, I’m available. This also means that I can wind them up throughout the hours preceding the date if they so wish – which is precisely what Rob asked me to do before our date on Sunday.

I was instructed to whip him into a frenzy with some truly saucy text and MMS messaging. So I flexed my digits, limbered up my right wrist and got to work. The camera quality on my phone is pretty good for what it is. isSomeme mobile phones boast 12 megapixels and a flash, but mine works in HD. I’m not bragging; I’m just saying. This works even more to my advantage when I need to send video over the airwaves… I thought I’d sneak a few pictures in of me in my most revealing cream satin lingerie (Rob stipulates he likes lace rather than leather) with some smooth skin visible. It’s. Titled “Guess the body part?”

I also thought I’d spice things up a little by taking a walk through Knightsbridge, snapping a few landmarks for authenticity – and then casually throw in that I was sitting in a quiet cafe daring to take pictures down my tp while sipping a latte. It’s all about titillation rather than seeing it all at once – there would be plenty of time for that in the evening on our date. Rob said he wanted to spoil me by booking us a table at Marco in Chelsea. This is one of the few London restaurants I haven’t been to regularly, and I was looking forward to sampling their delights again. I was especially looking forward to sending him a text while demurely looking at the menu, reading: I’ve dropped my fork; you’d best get under the table and look for it.

I deliberately use words and phrases that reek of double innuendos. I think the best way to man’s heart is to make him laugh at my brazen cheekiness and cause him to feel twitchy in the trouser area, but not enough to be noticeable. I want him to grab me and tell me, close to my ear, that I’ve been driving him mad all day. That’s passion. Couple that with a tight pencil skirt that shows off my bottom and a neckline just low enough to make him wonder… I know how to work the system.

Our Top Italian

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Italian women are fiery and passionate and can entice a man until he is under their spell. Sounds thrilling. Our Italian escort, Kim, is no exception. At 23 years old, Kim has learned enough about life and London to know what makes her clients tick.

At a modest 5 feet 7 inches, Kim is a stunning London call girl who turns the heads of men and women as she wanders. They are often heard to ask each other if she just flew in from Milan for a catwalk shoot. And well, she might have done! Her slim curves of 34C-23-33 proportions make her the perfect example of Italian chic. Not to mention the way they fill the sexy lingerie that hides beneath! Kim tells us her passion for satin and lace makes her a regular visitor to La Perla, which seems to keep the men in her life VERY interested!

Kim is sweet, sassy and sexy and available as one of our escorts in Marylebone. She loves to laugh and dance, and a night out in Leicester Square always makes her smile. Available for outcalls only, Kim adores travelling all over London with her clients and internationally if and when they are called for. Her passport is full of stamps of recent travels abroad, and she loves matching a face to the destination.

To book Kim, look in our elite gallery of lovely Italian ladies and then call us to check her availability. Our friendly receptionists are here to take your call 24 hours a day.

A Cocktail hour (or two)

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Apart from my ardour for champagne and sparkling expensive vintage, I do love Happy Hour at cocktail bars. With my 24hr London escort friends or with a client, there’s something immeasurably sexy about smooth cocktails blended in a clear glass.

So imagine my delight at being given the opportunity to sample free drinks at the Rib Room Bar on Sloane Street. With anything from a “Sloane Street Vesper” (with pink vodka and Gin) to a non-alcoholic “Cricket Tea” amid the luxury of long bars, high stools and a cigar bar for the discerning smoker. And all this with Kieran – my newest client, with bags of Sloane Square attitude.

Kieran speaks as though he has plums in his mouth and well he might seeing as he went to Eton and then to Oxford. Yet despite his impressive education (and inheritance!) he likes the playboy lifestyle and has no intention of making his mother proud and marrying a like-minded Sloane-Ranger. He likes his playboy lifestyle, to dress in fine Italian suits and his 24hr Companions. I am the third since New Year.

Kieran and I were greeted at the cordoned off area for the private party by Alexa, the PR executive organising the event. She handed us our first cocktail of the evening – something orange and smelling intoxicatingly of peach. As I sipped it, I took in my surroundings and became mesmerised by the barman shaking, pouring and mixing his way through the customers leaning on the bar. I was so impressed by his ability to recall recipes at will and charm the clientele that I almost forgot I was there for Kieran and not myself.

Once I had recovered my awe and admiration, I turned my attention to stroking Kieran’s bicep and his ego. I flattered him; made sure I got tipsy enough to giggle like a school-girl and then coquettishly suggested we ‘go back to his place for a night cap.’ We had been there a reasonable two and a half hours; enough to be photographed by the local press covering the event, get his name in column inches (not mine) and be seen by the right people.

And then we were off to Belgravia, chauffeur-driven with a bottle of Prosecco to drink on the way…