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!

Football Fever

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With the World Cup well underway, we can expect many of our clients to be watching each game closely, and our escorts in London may feel a little left out, as football has overtaken some of our client’s lives for a short while, but to our companions, it can seem like a lifetime. That is why we are open 24 hours a day, so when your match has finished at whatever hour, you can still have fun with our top girls. You may want to celebrate your win, or you may feel a little deflated, so that is where an exotic beauty comes into play for whatever mood you are in.

Of course, you could be one of that gentlemen who doesn’t care for the beautiful game. Well, you will be in luck this ‘ World Cup season’ as we will have many girls who like to ‘avoid’ football just as much as you do. It may be hard to be utterly oblivious to it. Still, at least you can lock yourselves away and watch ‘old movies’ and generally have a fantastic time together while everybody else outside is going ‘crazy’ for football!!

If you are still ‘football mad’ and can’t quite get enough – but ladies are a close second, why not organise a little adult football party? Imagine the scene where you have booked a beautiful hotel suite, all your friends are around to see the game, spirits are high, and your team is doing well. With all the high spirits going on, you book some exquisite London companion to come to your suite and make your party last longer and indeed even more enjoyable – our girls could wear your favourite team colours and parade in some naughty lingerie and blow your whistle at half time – now that’s worth thinking about?

So why not look and see which girls could come over to your party? We have girls of all nationalities, which you could mix and match and place on whatever team you wanted, and you can teach them all about the offside rule, but our girls never play foul!!!

So remember, don’t forget you can still have fun with our girls this World Cup. Call us, and we can do all the work for you and organise some fun half-time.

Horror dates

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I won’t lie… I wouldn’t say I like scary films. Something makes my brain work overtime, and I get carried away and lost in my “what if” fantasies or complete nightmares! I have always loved a good old-fashioned rom-com or sci-fi film. Nothing comes creeping out from behind you in your bathroom, and kids don’t suddenly become possessed and turn demonic as the sun goes down. I grew up in the leafy and child-friendly borough of Hampstead. I attended school with other generally lovely children and their parents, whom I know would never let them watch anything scarier than Count Duckula!!

Jeff is my client for the day and night, requesting the pleasure of his sexy blonde escort to give him some good old girlfriend experience, and has asked me to come over to his house in Belgravia to eat dinner and watch films. Jeff is a 40-something gazillionaire, and he most certainly likes all his mod cons: colossal plasma screen and surround sound. He has told me that he wants to play a real chivalrous man and woman in a relationship where said man and woman watch terrifying films, and the man looks after the woman as she nestles into his shoulder for protection. Bless him for wanting to wave his you-know-what around and hold me in his big, muscly arms, but I am quite frankly terrified. I told him this was a great idea and I would bring extra popcorn in my best enthusiastic tone. Still, inside, I was already screaming into my pillow at the mere thought of the fangs, creaking doors and candles being blown out by some genuinely horrifying unidentified thing.

I never refuse any challenge or date suggested by my clients, as you well know, but I can honestly say I was so close. Closer than the time Bob took me shopping outside of London on a high street with just a QS and a C&A knockoff shop. You can also imagine my disgust when he told me we were going out for dinner in the West End (cue me perking up) to be taken to a fast food job down a side street.

Okay, nothing will be as wrong as that… bring on the screams of terror…yikes!

Business and Pleasure

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You would think I’d never be lonely or have the ability to remember everyone’s names, given the number of people I socialise with within a week. You’d be wrong. I have some clients who are a one-hit-wonder, a flash in the pan. And then there are my regulars who see me on a specific day or week of the month and treat me as they would a long-distance girlfriend. These are the ones I miss and the ones I organise my life around. And one of these gentlemen is Jake.

Jake is American and flies over every month from Chicago. He owns 50% of a web design company that has a studio on each side of the Atlantic, and he takes it in turn with his business partner to fly out every two weeks – which is where I come in. On roughly the 1st and 15th of the month, I get the girlfriend treatment. Jake and I spend one of the days as an in-call (my apartment usually) catching up, dining on take-out and re-familiarising ourselves until the wee hours. The other day is a proper date – we go into The West End, catch a show and dine late into the evening on Steak and Chips in Leicester Square. I always make sure I wear a skirt and heels as Jake prefers the feminine look on women, and jeans don’t do it for him. I came to realise this during a rather emotional solo in Les Miserables a few months back – except Jake’s hand had snaked under my hem, but his eyes were straight ahead!

So anyway – it dawned on me I would be seeing Jake next Thursday, which is a few days earlier than it is usually. Which also made me wonder what I could do to wind him up between now and then. There’s no point in writing him a letter or texting him – but Skype allows for video calling, and I did have a brand new set of lingerie that had come from La Perla’s Vintage Limited range. I know I know, I said I wouldn’t put any more tiny bras and knickers into my underwear drawer… but they were begging me to buy them, and all that black lace came with a matching shrug. It would have been criminal to refuse.

So I sent Jake an email telling him to meet me on Skype at 10 pm GMT (allowing for the six hours time difference), arranged myself on my bed, hair over my shoulders and told him, “I hope you realise what you’re missing…” That man didn’t know what hit him. Thank goodness we were alone on our computers, and he had blinds in his office because things got pretty steamy after that, and I retired to bed with a naughty grin on my face. Poor Jake had to finish a day’s work distracted beyond anything (he said) he had known before.

So now I’m looking forward to our subsequent encounter and I think I’ll meet him at Heathrow Airport as a surprise. It may be a professional relationship when you strip it back, but there’s nothing quite like mixing business with pleasure.

Job satisfaction guaranteed!!

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Twenty-five days holiday, company pension scheme, private health care policy -.being just another number? No thank you.

I love that I’m self-employed. Regardless of what my job entails, I flat refuse to be a loyal employee for a thankless company. I don’t understand the sickness policy or SSP requirements, the disciplinary process or the lunch-break restrictions. I want to have lunch when I want and for however long I like; thank you.

As sexy as a good power suit and stiletto combo is, I love the freedom and creativity of being a top London call girl. Primarily, the first person I have to think about pleasing for a job is myself. If a client is asking for something out of the question (scarce, but does happen), then I will refuse a date. If I have a gut feeling that I will feel unsafe with a client, I will cancel. But, the intimacy of having a one-to-one or two-to-one “appointment” with my customers does come with complete job satisfaction at the end of it all. That’s because I can guarantee that this classy escort will never let you down.

I don’t think it makes much difference how long you have been doing the job or how much experience you think you should have; being confident and knowing your own body and what will arouse your client is critical for gaining regular clientele. I have many sections to my walk-in wardrobe. Well, it’s not so much of a closet as a room. The beautiful treasure trove that I had made as I extended my trendy and modern apartment in the West End. I have genres if you like. Sexy, dirty, feminine, classy, trashy, futuristic, to name a few. I have racks of underwear, shelves of toys and enough lotions and potions to start my shop. I love the colours, the fabrics, the way everything sparkles and glistens and every single item I have bought works a treat, which is a good job, too, considering the amount of money I have spent!

I love playing Bond Girl when visiting a very classy London Casino or a sexy stranger in an exclusive bar. This week, I do have some dates which involve these scenarios, so I may spend a morning sorting out my treasure trove and also sitting back to admire any new additions which have been bought for me by pleased customers. I never leave a client unhappy and pride myself on a job well done. I do have jewels, bags, clothes, shoes, and beauty products purchased as a thank-you and as an extra for being so generous with my service.

Well, the customers are always right…right?