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Like most women, there are parts of my body that I like and parts that I wish were bigger or smaller. I am lucky that I have a model physique and full breasts, but sometimes, a client may want something a little different. I guess by UK standards, I am slim, but my boobs are average, so with all the money I spend on underwear to enhance, push up and generally entice, I do on occasion get asked if I would like an operation to keep them large and in my opinion out of proportion.

I wouldn’t have surgery because I am more than happy with my best escort body, but I certainly entertain the idea of changing my look on request, so I have spent a lot of time and money on specific instant boob job bras to set my clients hearts racing. The joy of this kind of underwear is that you don’t have to take it off in the throes of passion. My clients don’t usually request me to wear it when we’re out underneath whatever couture I’m rocking because four boobs do not look good in the latest Gucci shift or backless Pucci. I go from accompanying them to a fabulous restaurant and flirting with them in the trendiest of bars in my feminine and expensive threads and then give them the thrill of a lifetime in their five-star hotel in Knightsbridge with my push-ups, hold-ups and keep-them-up attire.

Jeremy is a 40-something businessman passionate about the finest things in life. He loves money and flashes it like there is no tomorrow. He has requested the pleasure of my company many times, watching shows, shopping, eating out and entertaining his clients, and he has always made clear that he wants a woman who only speaks when spoken to and blends into the background. But…when Jeremy has booked an all-nighter, he again is specific in his wants, and a buxom brunette who is entirely uninhibited is at the top of his list. Now, as much as I have a good set on me, this is a cause for the super non-surgery undies, and Jeremy adores the look. I like to vamp it up and go all out because I’ve usually been restrained all evening anyway, so really, we’re getting the best out of each other.

My very practised and perfect art of seduction gets Jez going more when my assets lead and enter the room before I do!

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Sometimes the element of surprise is sexy. Sometimes the glaringly obvious is just as sexy and this evening’s client has asked for just that.

Today I am portraying the perfect 24hr Companions…oh wait, I am the perfect London executive escort. Okay, not so much an elite escort but more model hooker. Sacre bleu!

Today’s date is with George; a 58 year old thespian from Park Lane. George is a majorly successful playwright turned actor. He is a multi-millionaire, likes expensive escorts and spends money like it’s going out of fashion. We have enjoyed many impromptu dates where he has whisked me off to the South of France or to Dublin for some major shopping therapy when all we had arranged was to spend the day together which I thought meant lunch and shopping in Selfridges. He is far from predictable which is why I was quite shocked when he requested a very obvious date.

George has asked me to dress as an “escort” for our dinner at the very expensive and classy Nobu. Not your typical discrete London elite escort; more obvious legs and cleavage and dramatic sultry make-up and big hair. Sex on legs basically! He wants the cliché and people to look upon us as the attractive man and the trashy, yet street smart scantily clad woman. He wants the outrageous flirting between us and fellow diners to witness the possible “Pretty Woman” scenario. George is not expecting coffee at the end of the meal, but to make a big show of requesting the bill whilst I nuzzle his neck.

I have acted out this fantasy many times with various clients who like the idea of being dirty minded with a, dare-I-say-the-word, prostitute style date. Usually these scenarios consists of me turning up at their luxurious pads to strip tease in the tiniest of outfits, long trashy wigs and skyscraper stilettos and then do whatever they want with the greatest of ease. This evening with George actually gives him the added thrill of being in public with a “working girl” and he has told me how much the idea of being looked upon as a dirty old man is very arousing for him. Fair enough.

So this morning I will be mainly planning the perfect attire to look trashy chic in public and complete sex kitten in private. A trip to see my beauty therapist to apply a sexy diamante merkin is in order and to coif my long brunette tresses into frenzy. Then off to Broadwick Street’s Agent Provocateur because I have had my eye on their Flavia playsuit for some time and possibly to Selfridges for some new skin care products and perfume to smell and look divine.

So if you ever need your own ‘pretty woman’ just be sure to give us a call and let our girls be your fantasy…

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What was I saying on Friday about not wanting to do this barbecue on Saturday? I couldn’t have been more right.

I wouldn’t say I like family get-togethers. I’m forced to sip warm wine and converse with maiden aunts and weird uncles whilst scanning the room for one of my many cousins, who may rescue me. It is, as I extricate an errant hand from my behind, that I realise they managed to bow out gracefully. How is it that my excuses of actually having a life never wash with my mother?

It was my Dad’s 60th birthday, so to be truthful, I would have endured Uncle Simon’s mauling just for him. I arrived at my brother’s in Swiss Cottage with a gift basket from Selfridges and a bottle of something more substantial than Lambrini. My mum kissed me, noticed my lack of a date, and I felt for the entire world like Bridget Jones. All I needed was a turkey curry buffet and Mark Darcy in a reindeer jumper. I wanted to scream at her that I was a London escort with more admirers than Cleopatra and a more-than-attractive dowry for any suitor. However, under my guise of a £20,000 a year job in PR, I had to endure her steely gaze.

I noticed my sister hopping from foot to foot in the background, and in my haste to reach her, I was tripped up by my niece’s skipping rope and landed at the feet of her boyfriend – ‘ginger Gerry’, my ex-client. He helped me up, and as usual, neither of us looked into the eyes of the other. I’ve seen (and heard!) more than enough of him in the past for this to ever be forgotten. I said “hi” and fled.

There are four of us in our family – my eldest brother, myself, my younger sister and my baby brother. I noticed, with distaste, that my little brother managed to get out of the party unless he was late, as he often is. My mum will forgive him anything, and it makes me quite ill.

Being the “middle child”, I have always been very independent and somewhat of an enigma to my parents. The eldest brother is married with 2.4 children, an excellent job in Canary Wharf and a five-figure salary. His wife is a stay-at-home super-mum who only feeds the kids the best organic foods and comes out in hives at the mention of Wotsits or Wagon Wheels. My little sister has decided to shack up with “Ginger Gerry” and whom I hoped wasn’t about to tell me what I dread… they’ve got engaged!!!!

So the rest of the afternoon/evening/next morning was spent admiring her rock, planning colours and what would be fabulous on me as the maid of honour. It pained me to think I would soon be related to someone who has paid for my time and company, but I know neither of us will ever mention it nor burst her bubble.

On a lighter note, my thinking time kept me up during the small hours on Sunday, so I managed to finish my book – yes, it was brilliant. And I need a little BDSM to help clear my head. I have a somewhat willing client who likes to clean my toilet with a toothbrush – maybe I’ll call him.

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Do I believe in ghosts? No, not really, but I have a date for this weekend who would have me think otherwise.

I was more than surprised to have my services utilised by a, for want of a better word, Geek. Simon lives in South-West London, just outside of Earls Court. Vocation: Ghost Chaser. He says he wants to do this full-time rather than an insurance broker for Swiss Re in The Gherkin building. I was more impressed by his day job than the prospect of hunting headless spirits, but it’s not my date to criticise. Simon said I will understand more when I’m there. Wherever “there” is…

I wondered how a Paddington escort could be linked to ghost hunting. Then, my mind began to wander. Could he be one of those men turned on by randy ghosts? So, of course, my curiosity peaked somewhat. I had to do a little googling.

There is such a thing as a Succubus – a female demon appearing in dreams who takes the form of a human woman to seduce men, usually through sexual intercourse. Brilliant… you know I will be one of those in the afterlife! And then there’s an Incubus that is its male counterpart. According to several mythological and legendary traditions, an Incubus lies upon sleepers, especially women, to have intercourse with them. Some ghosts have all the luck.

Of course, you also hear about ghosts having sex with mortals to satisfy themselves in the afterlife. I’m not sure how I feel about that; if it happened to me, I think I’d run from the room screaming [how funny that most of these ‘victims’ went along with it!]

So we will see what Simon has in store for me when I see him at the weekend. Knowing my luck, we’ll end up in the oldest part of the East End, chasing the ghosts of Pearly Kings and Queens in the cold, and being a West End escort, I don’t know the East too well. If he gets me to chant or pray in weird places, I’m going home – period.

So, if you have anything ‘out of this world ‘you want to experience, our girls may consider it. – We have some very open-minded ladies here at 24hr Companions, and as long as you let the receptionist know what you had in mind, we are sure that we will find the right girl for you to make your experience memorable. Give us a call day or night; we are always here to answer your call…

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Everybody seems to be in Cannes at the moment. Have you considered taking your favourite escort girl or duo escort girls abroad? Or, if you were heading to the South of France (‘Le Midi’ to those who live there) for business or pleasure, then why not take one of our lovely 24-hour Companionss who will look ‘just right’ on your arm when they accompany you to the beautiful restaurants and top places in the South of France.

We cannot begin to stress how much chic, glamour and luxury there is within the main areas – Cannes, Monaco, Aquitaine, Midi-Pyrenees, Languedoc-Roussillon, Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur, Rhones –Alpes and Corsica. Your lovely escort will be beside herself looking at the designer cars, clothes, brands and luxurious hotels dotted everywhere. If you haven’t already thought about what you will do with your time (apart from reaching your credit limits shopping), let us tempt you further.

The South of France is renowned for playing home to many super-yachts of the rich and famous. Just look at Simon Cowell with his harem of beauties! Taking a day trip to the marinas would mean a spectacular view of these floating palaces and maybe even your lady in her bikini – should she wish to do a little sunbathing!

But what about places to wine and dine? There are many famous spots – far too many to put here – but we have chosen a couple to get you started:

L’Oasis in Mandelieu-La Napoule is a culinary landmark with two Michelin stars. This Gothic villa by the sea is home to Stéphane Raimbault—a connoisseur of unexpected flavour collisions (think medallions of roasted blue lobster in a risotto of spaghetti à la Puttanesca or hazelnut venison with a pepper sauce and blueberries). The €98 a la carte menu shouldn’t be dismissed either!

La Villa Archange in Cannes also boasts two Michelin stars. On the high end of most price ranges, this is a treat for two, surrounded by centennial trees and gardens. If you love veal, lobster or squid, this is your place.

We have expensive travel companions and cheaper escorts to escort you on your trip. We at 24hr Companions love the South of France, and this is the place to be now. So why not consider for a moment that a 24-hour Companions lady could be just what you have been after to give that je ne sais quoi?