A fragrance for moi?

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I have an acute sense of smell. Most women do, let’s face it, but my nose could smell a rose in a perfume factory. This brings me nicely to today.

I have a client who works as a perfumer in Fulham South West London, manufacturing on behalf of Gucci, Prada and Chanel – my three favourite brands. When asked what his profession is, he describes himself as a ‘Nez’ (nose), which incites confusion in the uneducated and a look of delight in others. As an expensive escort, I have many gentlemen friends in high-end professions, but nothing compares to Harvey.

As I am a “special friend”, Harvey says he wants to create a signature scent just for me – something that would be my essence in a glass bottle. I was thrilled and joined him at his workshop, bouncing full of excitement, determined to make something genuinely intoxicating that I could wear whenever I went out.
As a girlie-girl, I love smells like Emporio Armani ‘Diamonds’, Prada ‘Candy Girl’ and Givenchy ‘Truly Irresistible’. Granted, I have so many bottles of perfume on my dressing table that I could own a counter at Selfridges, but I can’t help if my clients want to spoil me. When we go out shopping, it seems to be a safe purchase, vetted by yours truly. I always carry a little bottle of Chanel No 5 in my overnight bag because it sits well with most clients, and it makes me think of Katherine Hepburn and Grace Kelly.

So, we spent the day sampling as many smells as my nose would allow. Harvey made me inhale coffee beans to cancel out the scents (like a sorbet between courses), and I decided that despite my penchant for sweet smells, I am drawn to oriental, warm fragrances. By the time we had finished, I had a bottle of amber-coloured liquid laced with musk, vanilla, exotic resins and wood, accompanied by exotic flowers and spices. Yum! We called it “Chameleon” for all the different faces I wear and my adaptability. And it earned Harvey many brownie points in my little black book!

Our girls love a bit of planning

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Now I’m not being biased, but I must say I do have some damn good ideas when it comes to pleasing my clients and those of my colleagues. I have been known to wow my guys on my own, which has fed back to my peers, who have asked me for advice on all sorts of things. Whether the 24-hour Companions is a bit of a newbie or even those who have been with the company for a long time, I get pounced on when we have our monthly catch-ups, and no more so than the one we had today.

One of the team’s newer members, a sultry Blonde, asked me not only for advice but to join in on her big client date. Dan, the client in question, is a regular of everybody’s! He loves women, and in his eyes, the more, the merrier. He also likes to have a mix-up from week to week, so he may book you twice a month and then not call you for a few months. So when you have a date with him, it’s essential to keep his interest and make him return for more. “Dan” is an international playboy in his spare time and must have a few girls in every city. I accompanied him to what he initially described as a business meeting in New York, followed by a cocktail party in the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. However, this meant Dan’s private ‘cocktail ‘party with two other 24-hour escorts while he watched us.

So, my platinum friend asked me to devise a plan to wow, astound, and wear him out. He has booked a suite in one of Knightsbridge’s classiest hotels and has given her a budget of…whatever she wants. So, we decided to go shopping and talk as we shop. We’re women; we can multi-task!

Dan is 42, gorgeous, loves women and money, has power, and owns 14 businesses ranging from fashion to a successful restaurateur with his beautiful dining room in Sloane Square, looking out on Tiffany and Links. He is a busy man, so I wanted to pamper him so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger unless we placed something strategically in his hand’s direction, and he wouldn’t have to move too much to touch it. So we went to Harrods to buy some sumptuous champagne, chocolate truffles and other luxury goodies to spoil the over-testosteroned male!

He won’t know what hit him after we finally stopped to look at our purchases and gave each other a well-deserved high five. We will be sure to keep you posted.

Push em up!!!

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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!

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 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.

This could be magic…

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Have you ever seen a live magician at a party or show? I have often been entertained by would-be Derren Browns at weddings and occasion-birthday parties – even at the pub on a Tuesday night. I always say “oooh” and “ahhh”, and no matter how closely I look, I can never work out how they do it. In short, I love being impressed by someone who can do something I can’t.

I was introduced to Jerry at a friend’s anniversary gathering. He was sitting on the sofa in their Hampstead home, drinking coffee, shuffling a deck of cards with one hand. Jerry cut and flicked the cards over and under as I stood mesmerised. I didn’t even realise how rude I was being by staring, but I was entranced. He must have felt my eyes on his because he lifted his head and gave me a wide grin—something clenched in the pit of my stomach.

By the end of the evening, I had begged him to show me a few tricks and slightly fallen in love. His long, tapered fingers caressed the coins he vanished; the red foam ball that tripled in my clenched palms was sweaty with lust, and I fantasised about him making my underwear disappear with a wave of his hand. Brazen or not, I handed him my business card as he left and hoped to hear from him again.

I asked my friends about him, as you do, as soon as the door closed. They told me he worked the Kensington circuit and had been performing quietly for friends and family before being taken on by an agent in 2009. Although he wasn’t entirely up to David Copperfield’s standard, he could make things vanish before your eyes.

Well, I don’t want to be big-headed. I knew I would hear from him by today, and he rang me at 09.30m, wondering what I was up to. Was this a typical escort and client date or something purely personal? I didn’t want to throw my hourly rate into the mix, so I hoped he wanted to spend some time with me because I impressed him. We arranged to meet at the South Bank for lunch at 1.00 p.m. I wanted to wear something flowery and floaty, but that weather seems to have other ideas.

I feel nervous as I type this as I haven’t been on a date for myself in a long time. I don’t want a boyfriend, but I would like a new playmate who can teach me something to wow my social circle. It’s never too late to find him.