Erotic Euston…

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There is an array of exotic beauties hidden in and around the Euston area, so you don’t need to catch the train and head to Heathrow airport to find a beautiful Italian because they are here!! You may want to see a lovely lady for an incall escort booking in Euston. The lady to see is a girl called Christina – A 27-year-old with big brown eyes and a body to worship. You will want to come back for more. Also, Italian escort Crystal, her duo friend, is available for double bookings if you want an extra treat. All you need to do is look at their profiles in our gallery and feast your eyes on these gorgeous girls – it may be hard to choose.

When you think of Euston, you probably think of the train station – and you would be right, of course, but did you know that here at Pink, we have a fine selection of ladies that reside in this area and have sumptuous apartments for you to visit? How convenient is that if you travel to London and use Euston Station? Our ladies are just a stone’s throw away, so you needn’t get a black cab to get to your lady’s destination for an incall appointment. This would be ideal for you before you go home after a long day at the office and want to ‘pop’ in and visit one of our lovelies – which is very convenient.

When we employ the ladies at Pink, we constantly endeavour to check how our gorgeous gals keep their addresses, so you need never worry about ‘cleanliness’ as we have it covered. So the next time you’re in Euston, why not keep us in mind and give us a call? You can be with a beautiful lady quicker than you think, so when you do catch your train, it probably will feel less stressful than it usually does.

Remember that if you need help with any booking requirements, 24-hour Companions will always be happy to help with which lady is in the right area for your convenience. Our lady’s addresses are very popular with our regular clients. Hence, you need not feel that they are undesirable places to visit; you will be shocked at how luxurious they are.

Be yourself…

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As this is a luxury service you have paid for, it’s essential to discuss yourself. Our beautiful London ladies want to hear about you, what you do for a living, your likes and dislikes and anything you want to tell them. Keep calm once you have eased yourself into the process and are comfortable with your companion. It can be pretty easy to panic and wonder whether your business will become known to everybody else. We assure you that our client’s privacy is one of our biggest priorities, as we want you to enjoy your experience and not have any hidden worries.

Another essential thing to remember is that, just like you’d date any other woman, our ladies deserve respect. Don’t just jump into it; make sure you get to know her because, just like you, she will probably be feeling apprehensive. Our girls are also looking for companionship and friendship, so we are very interested in everything you say. This idea of respect also extends to how you present yourself, so make sure you are well-groomed and smell delicious.

When seeking the service from London escorts for the first time, you may experience excitement and nervousness. It’s all completely natural, and we promise you that every person feels like that. Pink has a great deal of experience and a vast array of clients; we want to assure you that there’s nothing to worry about and that you’ll enjoy your experience more if you relax and take everything in. Before thinking about what’s coming, you must concentrate on the here and now. Our Ladies are nothing but friendly, wanting to provide you the best service and companionship. Therefore, they are happy to ease you into the process slowly. This will involve getting to know your chosen model, just like you’d get to know any other person after meeting them for the first time.

So remember to be calm, cool, collected and clean. These are the main things to remember when using our seductive ladies for the first time. If you think this intrigues you can look at our gallery of lovely girls and take your pick. You are only a phone call away from a magical experience. Could you call us now?

I like to be called ‘a love therapist’…

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Have you ever played sexy strangers in a bar with your partner? Have you ever had a grope in a restaurant under the table or visited the toilet simultaneously at the interval in the theatre? If your answer is no, then maybe you need to enlist the help of a very sexy brunette escort. Oh yeah, me!

I have turned men’s outlook on women from unapproachable to unbelievable. And I don’t believe that anything is too much or I am giving men a false sense of hope. Believe it or not, I have friends outside of my line of work who have been in relationships for a long time and like to keep the spark alive with a cheeky fumble at the cinema or dressing up in some amazing outfits, clearly inspired by moi but with all the drive and passion from them.

As a London Escort, I have loved playing ‘restore his faith in women’ with many clients. We have taken the stereotype of gorgeous but a real bitch and turned it into a beautiful but genuine laugh and added a few bits of super sexy mystery as a bonus. I have held hands, shimmied in close and strutted my stuff around like I have the best man in the world next to me, and I love giving them the confidence to either send them on their way or get them to book another date.

Yes, call me Ms Therapist of all things sexual. Move over, Barry White; listen to my sensual callings…

Like Father like Son…

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Once upon a time, there was a man named James. James was 27 and an heir to a fortune from his daddy. James’ daddy, Bill, was a successful businessman who, at 52, was taking a very early retirement and passing on his business and knowledge to his only son.

Bill was a regular client of mine, and though being married to James’ mother and living with her in their spectacular home in Hampstead Heath, he wooed and wowed me in his secret apartment in Kensington and took me on business trips worldwide. We visited Sydney, New York and Dubai on many occasions, and his business associates were the epitome of discretion. Mum was the word regarding his escort companion because they had their international companions to worry about.

One day, one of Bill’s business acquaintances (Paul) approached me and told me he knew someone who would like to impress a new set of colleagues with a proper woman by his side. I told him to go through the correct channels to book and thought no more of it. A few days later, while lounging in Bill’s fabulous pad in Kensington. I overheard him on a conference call discussing Paul and how he had betrayed the company. Shame, I always got on with him, but, again, I thought no more of it.

So, let me bring you to the present. I had a date lined up with a man who wanted to take me to a farewell party for his company’s founder, and he wanted to make a grand impression. He asked me to dress like a lady! I could immediately tell that the man I would be accompanying would be young and inexperienced and, without doubt, would be losing his escort plates to me. I dressed in a fabulous Pucci gown and wore my hair loose and curly, immensely grown up and elegant. I met my date, James, and though he was handsome and polite, he was very nervous as we entered the Crystal Room at the Mayfair Hotel. As I held onto his arm to make him feel more at ease, I stiffened in nervous fright as I saw the stage set up with a slideshow of the man whose farewell party it was. Bill, James’ daddy himself – clever Paul.
I have never been in a situation so close with a client… more so, a client who is my client’s father! Thankfully, I recovered myself quickly, and when James introduced me to his mother and father, I smiled politely, and my eyes told Bill (who was frozen with fear) that everything was okay. We didn’t stay too long anyway, which I thought was strange, but James wanted to take advantage of his suite.

And I can safely say, as weird as it sounds, it was a case of like father-like son…

Wet and Wild…

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From a saucy French maid, a 50’s housewife working naked, to a serving wench, I have been most domesticated servants in some category or other. My clients seem to enjoy the sight of a scantily-clad sexy London escort working in their home. I can’t think why…

However, the polite request to be a ‘washer-woman’ left me slightly dumbfounded. I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to pertain to that, given that I don’t do muscly arms and a belly over my waistband. I had visions of some cartoon-esque dame a la Tom & Jerry, and I can’t say it did much for my libido or self-image. So, for the first time in ages, I asked what my client meant.

This client was Henry, a divorced father of two in his mid-fifties. Resident in the affluent area of Bayswater, Henry described himself as having a natural thing for water, especially water splashed all over the place on a willing participant. He asked me to wear white, tie my hair up and not to wear a scrap of makeup. With these instructions, I arrived promptly at noon on Saturday and was ushered through to a high-walled garden with an immaculately cut lawn. In the centre of the patio, in the blazing sunshine, was a wooden tub full of suds and, next to it, a scrubbing brush and board.

Henry was reclining on a sun lounger, sunglasses on, regarding me as I stood in the patio doorway. He waved me over and stretched out a hand. As he passed me a glass of Pimms, he explained simply that he wanted me to scrub the clothes in the tub and get soaking wet in the process. “Plenty of splash, my dear! Give those old flagstones a soaking! And make sure you get it all down your front…”

Well, thank God for the small mercies of a brilliant sunny day. I hauled the sheets out of the suds and gave them a good going over, slopping water everywhere and mostly over myself. My top and underwear went see-through, and Henry leaned forward on his chair to get a better look. I used my arm to brush my hair out of my eyes, soaking my face and letting it run down my neck. I figured I resembled a drowned rat, but Henry was delighted.

“Peg them on the line when you’re done, will you?” he called gleefully as I stood up to wring out my long white skirt. I was drenched and longing to lie in the sun to dry off. He chucked me a towel and invited me to do just that. Thankfully, his sun-trap garden had me drying off within twenty minutes, and I was able to chat a little about the job I’d done. “Splendid effort…” he said, beaming.”I will have to call you again!”

A change of clothes and a hair dryer later, I went home to Mayfair to glam up for my evening date with Oscar. It just wouldn’t do to let too many people see me in that state; I have an image to uphold.