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Elite lap dancer?

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I never thought of myself as much of a dancer. A model first and foremost, an expensive escort, a fantastic shopper, but an erotic dancer? Not so much.

I’ve always had rhythm and been the first up for a dance in a club or at a party, but when Mark asked me to pose as an erotic dancer in one of his private and expensive men’s clubs in Knightsbridge and dance just for him but in full view of all the other punters, I admit I was nervous!

I had all day Saturday to prepare for my exhibition. I’ve done the strip-tease routine for clients and frequented many pole dancing clubs, but this is a different kettle of fish. Mark, being the owner, knows this isn’t my forte. He just wanted to see me in all my glory, giving him more than the average girls do to their customers. I think it’s a power thing; the club owner gets extras and flaunts it to his faithful, panting customers!

My outfit was a good place to start in my mind. Did I want to go demure, sweet and sexy or blatant sex on legs? I chose a glittering sheath dress with full bra, knickers and suspenders to peel off underneath or a leather waistcoat, hot pants and nipple-tassels and thong with thigh-high socks combo. Decisions…

I then did what I’m guessing every woman who has danced for someone has done…I practised with both. I even got into full makeup for each scenario. I did a quick shot of tequila, as I know I would do that evening, to see if that would loosen me up a bit, and believe me, it did!

If I do say so myself, as I revolved and ground into thin air in front of my full wall mirror, I was pretty good, with or without the happy juice. Being a model has the advantage of knowing how to stick out certain parts of your anatomy to full effect. I even invited a fellow escort friend to view my entertainment piece for the evening and got a few fantastic tips from her, too. She helped me decide on leather vixen, tousled my hair, and smoked up my eyes to perfection.

So, to say Mark was happy that night was an understatement. The added extras of letting his tongue touch me in places in front of his elite clientele went down a treat, and my special tip of a platinum Chanel bracelet was well worth the practice and tequila consumption.

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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!

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Worth every penny…

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So, it hasn’t escaped my attention that my apartment building in Mayfair has its fair share of resident Arabs. This has proved a bit tricky in the past with client-on-client run-ins in my building, but it has also meant an abundance of new clients right at my doorstep.

Though I am a very discrete London escort, I have been approached while locking my front door to ask what services I provide. It has been more luck than them working on the fact. I leave and enter my home looking more than perfectly coiffed and manicured. The expensive clothes I adorn are not to be mistaken for anything other than lining the body of a model who knows her labels.

Some chance encounters have been a very wealthy businessman’s hired help handing me their gold embossed business cards showing me their master’s work address boasting a skyscraper view from Canary Wharf or private offices in Chelsea, with a number to call for personal appointments. My reply to most of these slip-of-the-hand meets is to slip them my 24-hour London escort card right back. They can work for my hand rather than me chasing a new client.

After going through the correct channels to book my time, I was satisfied when the final details were agreed upon and always sat. I have always described my work ethic as being a chameleon, and behind closed doors with specific nationality clients, I can be whatever they want me to be, and when accompanying them to Dubai or not even out of London,

I can be demure and discrete and worth every penny!

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Food for Kings

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London has many sights and sounds, and you can taste the finest cuisines worldwide. Today, a food festival is going on, and I am accompanying my favourite client on an outcall booking to savour the delights.

My driver took me and Jasper to Hampton Court for the food festival I mentioned. We ensured we were out and about by 9 am to avoid the weekend traffic and to meander between the stalls before things got too crowded. The turn-out was excellent, and I managed to sample plenty of wares, which took the edge off my appetite.

And it wasn’t just food on offer. Summer cocktails shaken by expert mixologists were on offer to thirsty visitors, such as ourselves (and I had a little chat with them to discover how hard it is to remember the ingredients off the top of your head. “Very!” (This is the standard reply.) Even with acclaimed chefs (such as Michelin-star restaurant owners Martin Blunos and Ed Baines) who were cooking up a storm, showing people how to cook their signature dishes. It was undoubtedly tickling my taste buds!!

But, I tell you what, by the time lunch rolled around, I was joining the queues for the hog roast. Oh, my dear Lord, what about freshly sliced ham in a baguette? Although Jasper was more interested in the jerk chicken, I persuaded him to take a good bite of my sandwich, and he scribbled a few notes in his jotter to put into his review when we got home to South Kensington.

So why not haul yourself out of doors and enjoy something different over the weekend? There is so much to do in London most weekends, and we are sure you will always find something entertaining. Our 24-hour London escorts love to experience new adventures and make great company. So give us a call and book a fun weekend with a beautiful lady.

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Food for thought…

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Most of the time, my clients want me to be well-turned out, svelte, sexy and, well… arm candy.

I sport all my finest labels (usually within at least two seasons of purchase unless it’s vintage, of course), making sure my hair is tousled and my make-up subtle. Above everything else, I want to look good for me.

So when a client asks me to wear something I wouldn’t mind ruining, I have all sorts of visions. Extreme sports? Quad-biking? Mud wrestling…? Well, maybe not the latter, as that would usually involve two London escorts and a rather skimpy bikini. So, I went for clothes I typically wear when I decorate and tied my hair up in a messy ponytail. It went against all my principles, but when clients call, they call the shots.

I arrived at his sumptuous Kensington apartment bang on eleven o’clock. Usually, my clients can hear my stilettos from a mile away, but wearing pumps meant I arrived unannounced. Jasper answered my knock promptly and showed me through his hallway to a large white room right at the back. The walls were as stark as the tiled floor, and there was a giant dust sheet covering most of the sparse furniture. Set up at the window was a tripod with a long-lens camera being tended to by a trendy young man; Jasper introduced him as his wingman, Mark.

The thing that concerned me the most was there was a long table on the left-hand side of the room. On this table were creamy cakes and tall blancmanges, all decorated with strawberries, cream and icing. They wouldn’t have looked out of place on a hostess trolley at The Dorchester; Jasper stuck his finger into one of them and licked the digit clean. “Perfect,” he said. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. I looked first from Mark, looking through the lens and adjusting his shot, to Jasper, who was watching me. With a grin, I went to one of the blancmanges and took a fistful. I lobbed it at Jasper, and the flash went off on Mark’s camera. With almost a guttural scream of joy, my client dived for the table and its contents. Within a few minutes, there was a full-scale food fight going on.

I was covered from head to toe in sponge, cream filling and jam. The floor, walls and even the ceiling had an uneven coating of patisserie goodness. I should have brought a shower cap as a whole trifle upended over my brunette locks. I felt a triple shampoo and condition coming on when I got home.

The only thing I should have had the foresight on was a change of clothes! Thankfully, Jasper lent me a pair of joggers and a jumper for my journey back to Mayfair. But my oh my, what fun!

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