A Day at the Races

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I love going to the races. Something is exciting about Royal Ascot and Ladies Day (I have tickets this year for 21st June!) in a wide-brimmed-hat-and-suede-shoes kind of way. Half the fun (apart from betting) is celebrity spotting and seeing who came the best and worst dressed. The tabloids can’t possibly love it half as much as I do.

Tomorrow, I am off to Epsom in Surrey for a private hospitality event. I’m being chauffeured there and back by Clive, my well-to-do horsey friend. Clive and his friends breed thoroughbred racehorses and race them publicly and privately for vast sums of money. Put it this way: I couldn’t put a “tenner on each way” in that circuit.

Clive and I met at Newmarket last August. I was sipping Pimms with a group of fellow 24-hour Companions. We weren’t drawing attention to ourselves in any way, but, as if magic, the waiter came over and presented us with three bottles of champagne. As we followed his gaze across the room, we spotted a group of gentlemen (a direct ratio of them to us) laughing and joking together. One of them raised a glass to us, and we waved gaily back. Within ten minutes, we chatted away like old friends and went to dinner with them back in London at Wild Honey on St George’s Street. Each of us was spoilt rotten, and Clive seemed to take a shine to me. Although we don’t spend a lot of time together, if he needs a dazzling brunette on his arm for an event, I get a call. In the interim, I learned a few horse-racing terms and tips that put me in good stead should anyone ever question me. It’s all about learning, you see?

With my well-educated client, I am sure to put on a few bets that will come up trumps for me, and Clive certainly knows that he has a certain chance with me.

So if you needed a special call girl in London to go to the races with you, our ladies certainly know how to dress in their finery, which will never look out of place; they will turn heads with their beauty and sophistication and maybe give you some luck at the races?

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.

The exclusivity of Hampstead…

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Hampstead, commonly known as Hampstead Village, is an area of North London, 4 miles north-west of Charing Cross. Exclusive to a point and home to more than one or two millionaires, this elegant Victorian district is genuinely something to behold – especially in summer when many open-air attractions are on the agenda to bring in tourists from far and wide.

As well as being home to the rich and famous, Hampstead Heath has also been the locality for the 1980s films “Labyrinth” and “An American Werewolf in London”. Regents Park and Primrose Hill are right on the doorstep, as well as many long-standing restaurants and traditional pubs.
With all this splendour around them, is it any wonder that our stunning gallery of Hampstead escorts is among the most beautiful and clever in London?

Our North and central London escorts know all about out-calls in Hampstead and where to go for some “quiet time for two”. Ladies from Fulham, Chelsea, escorts in Baker Street and Kensington, such as Sandra and Elayne, will delight and enchant you with their European accents, sweet personalities and sensual curves. Whatever your preference, both girls are available for home and international assignments.

If these ladies don’t tempt you, then we have many more on our books who are willing to travel to Hampstead; they will never be longer than 35 minutes. So, if you thought Hampstead was a little out of the way for our ladies, then fear not – they love this upmarket area.

Have we convinced you yet? For a touch of elegance and a sophisticated date you won’t forget in a hurry, call us on 07811 160 160 or email us. Our ladies work around the clock, and we will always have a suitable lady for you, whatever time you call.

Made for Madrid

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The majority of our girls are available for international assignment which is handy for our clients when they need a companion to take abroad. One of these European cities is Madrid. As the beautiful capital of Spain Madrid is its 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 every year to enjoy everything this city has to offer? From its world-renowned art museums to beautiful architecture (especially the Catholic churches which are a wonder to behold) and classical music –Madrid is a culture-lovers paradise.

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 truly visited Madrid if you haven’t experienced the clubs, jazz lounges, 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 simply sit and tap your feet to the varied talents of Spanish musicians.

Although the weather in Madrid is much the same as it is here in London (with much less rain!!) don’t let that put you off a city break to 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 just pop up and surprise you!

Booking a spanish escort to accompany you abroad couldn’t be simpler. Either pick up the phone or call us on +44(0)7811 160 160 or email us Monday to Sunday, 24hrs a day. Remember, our escorts will need 24 hours’ notice before they can confirm an international booking, so plan ahead.

Patience is a virtue

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Women can be manipulative – even the ones who say they aren’t having a more subtle undertaking to the art. As long as there is no element of de-masculation, where is the harm? My mother used to say “Ask don’t get; don’t ask, don’t want.” I disagree.

Let me set the scene for you…

I was at Westfield Shopping Centre ten minutes from Paddington this weekend with a rather delicious companion named Victor. Among the throngs of shoppers, and designer stores, I actually managed to get a lot of my shopping done. I do love shopping dates because usually I wouldn’t get the opportunity to spend a day queuing among other commoners, preferring to “add to cart” on Amazon.

So there we were, fingers entwined, our arms becoming full of branded carrier bags. Victor had dragged me into practically every man’s clothes shop there was (who says men aren’t fussy?) and I was thinking longingly of Kurt Geiger up on level one. I desperately wanted to slip my foot into the multi-coloured glitter stilettos that had been whispering lovingly to me from the website. As he tried on his fiftieth jumper, I was mentally itemising my wardrobe to justify £150 while subtracting the balance of my MasterCard from my credit limit.

Sensitive to the needs of others, I am pretty adept at diffusing a situation before it gets out of control and Victor was getting frustrated. I wanted my shoes and he wanted a change of scenery so I suggested Pret a manger which was “coincidentally” on level one. Smelling the lure of coffee and fresh sandwiches, Victor offered me a smile as we ascended the escalator and I mentally calculated that it would take 30 seconds to pass my beautiful shoes once we were nourished.

A man with a full belly is a happy man – and a man open to bribery. Close to the cafe was a huge Apple store with plenty of shiny laptops and iPads murmuring sweet nothings. Attention diverted from Fair Isle knitwear, Victor swung his hips through the door and took in a lungful of Broadband. A London escort such as me must have patience as a virtue: the patience to accept her needs come after those of her date. I watched Victor dribble over a MacBook Pro and counted down the minutes until I could lick the heel of that display shoe.

And then… a boom! Victor planted a kiss on my forehead and said, “darling, you have been so patient with me today. Let me buy my beautiful girl a present. Shall we look at something for you?” I could have wept. “Oh you don’t have to do that…” I said through my lashes. He made a sort of pooh-pooh noise and we fell into step… right past Kurt Geiger. And there they were… in the window, dazzling under the lights as I knew they would be… my shoes. Ten minutes later I had a shiny gift bag dangling from my arm and my date was looking very pleased with himself as I let him “choose” a pair, though I can’t say product placement didn’t play a part.

Call me manipulative then, if you want but you can’t say that my gentleman friend wasn’t completely happy to make me happy. The date had, as always, been about him and a trip to W12 I’m a big fan of West London, especially now I know where Kurt Geiger has an amazing store!