It’s a fabulous life…

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I am not under any illusion that I am not mistaken for a beautiful elite escort on many occasions at the fantastic 5-star hotels I visit clients at; I’m no fool. A woman walking alone through the lobby of a London hotel that the concierge is never seen with a large bag, no luggage and dressed to kill in the middle of the day; it’s not exactly rocket science, but the excitement of giving the attendants a little wink as I sashay past in my finery gives me a sense of power and the man on the door a thrill of sharing something sordid with a gorgeous 24hr Companions lady.

Not only am I a top expensive escort in London, but it feels like I am the creative director of someone’s fantasies. That is so much fun, let me tell you. Working out my wardrobe, makeup and props for making their date one to rebook is such a rush. My fellow elite escort pals and I (all 3 of them are on the same wavelength as me) have a whale of a time swopping tips and showing off our new treasures that have been showered on us by our most faithful clientele.

In my line of work, it will not embarrass me easily. Whether I am acting out an unusual fantasy or contorting my body in various positions to be observed in great detail, I cannot get the giggles nor get all self-conscious and reluctant. Being in public with men of all shapes, sizes, ages and fashion dos and don’ts are other factors I must overlook. I am very open-minded, which is a massive bonus if you want to do this job.

Even going shopping or dining with a much older client who has requested I wear next to nothing and hang off his arm all date is a sure sign to the general public that I am either a hooker or a gold digger. But again, I don’t care. The things I get to experience, like eating in the finest restaurants, shopping in the most expensive of boutiques and visiting the most fantastic countries, is an exceptional lifestyle for me, and I believe I well deserve it with the effort and dedication I put into making my clients time with me a fabulous one!

Now, as you know, I am not just a model escort; no, I have a brain, and I’m not afraid to use it. I love the intellect of some of my “friends”, and it’s not all about the glitz and glamour. But as soon as I head to the beautician and the hairdressers or to Selfridges to pick out some gorgeous couture, current events and world politics slip away and I am caught up in a world of coiffing, bronzing and Gucci.

What can I say, it’s a beautiful life!!

Groundhog Day…

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Do you ever have days where everything goes wrong? Whether you forgot to switch the hot water on, so you wake up to a cold shower, or your phone freezes when you’re trying to return an important phone call. Well, I am having one of those 24 hours.

Let me take you back to where it all began:

06:00 hours today – I wake up in a plush hotel room with my client for the evening/overnight. We had been out to a Japanese restaurant in Knightsbridge and taken a stroll in the August evening air afterwards back to the hotel. Well, nearly… my client is a regular of mine, and we have been on many dinner and hotel dates without a hitch until now,

23:00 hours last night – I was not feeling right after coming out of the Japanese restaurant, but to not disappoint my client, I agreed to a stroll arm-in-arm back to the hotel, which by usual standards was not far away. By feeling terrible standards, it seemed like 100 miles. I felt sick and quite dizzy and had to give in to my pride and tell my client that I was not feeling quite well, so he didn’t think me rude at mumbling my responses half-heartedly as he discussed his current ventures. He was the complete gentleman I know him to be, and promptly called his driver to take us the remaining distance to the hotel.

23:20 hours – Upon arriving at the 5* establishment, the hot and cold waves of nausea overtook me, and I could not control my reflux any longer as I stumbled past the blooming shrub outside reception and watered it with Ise Eb! My lovely client didn’t even bat an eyelid at my decorating the £4,000 marble-boxed plant. He just brushed my hair back and helped me up the steps, past the completely gobsmacked maitre’d and steered me carefully to the lift up to our suite. He was a complete angel and super sympathetic, as every half an hour or so, I would rush to the stunning en suite to unload more of my Asian delights.

Fast forward to 06:00 hours today – I am feeling fine now. I creep to the bathroom to scrub everywhere (my body and the tiles) and hope to salvage what I and my client missed out on last night.

07:00 hours – I am gleaming and smelling gorgeous, so I pop into the bedroom to show my client that I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye correctly. Still, he was already up and getting dressed, informing me of a crucial meeting he had to go to in Canary Wharf. So, no make-up on, and I leave feeling sheepish.

08:00 hours – I return to my apartment, which is like an oven. My heating has done something crazy, so I have to call someone out, and of course, they can’t give me a time, so I have to wait all day and re-schedule another client, George, for our shopping and lunch date.

Noon – Still no sign of the repair man, so I’m sitting in this sauna I used to call home, and I receive a text from Jordan, my evening’s client. It read…

“HI BABE, SO LOOKING FORWARD TO TONIGHT. THINKING NO TO THE ITALIAN RESTAURANT IN CHELSEA B4 THE SHOW AND YES TO THE JAPANESE PLACE IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE. I’M DESPERATE TO GO…WILL BOOK NOW. SEE YOU THIS EVENING GORGEOUS X”

I cry…

So, no matter how many fabulous dates I go on or how lucky I am in my 24-hour London escort world, I feel like I am experiencing Groundhog Day. Help!

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.

Escort lady seeks gentleman…

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A couple of days ago, I addressed an issue that I think is quite topical in my line of super elite. It most certainly is judged by its cover territory when choosing a gorgeous blonde or a sassy brunette to accompany you to your function or just back to your hotel room.

So, I’ve given it some thought and decided on a few online dating ads. I won’t take all the credit; I have recently been out with super publisher John, and he thought it would be hilarious to try out a few and see the best approach. You realise I will never actually go live with these; it’s just in the name of fun. John and I discuss my blog a lot over drinks in some fine bars in London, and he picks them to pieces most of the time, so when he saw that I wanted to do a faux dating ad, of course, he jumped at the chance, and this is what we came up with…

HUMBLE:

“BRUNETTE SEEKS MALE FOR DEEP AND MEANINGFUL COMPANY AND LONG WALKS IN THE PARK. I DON’T BELIEVE IT NECESSARY TO BASE OPINIONS ON LOOKS; I’M SEEKING SERENITY AND HONESTY, BUT CAN ADD SOMETHING SPICY LATER IF THERE IS A BOND. I’M NO MATERIAL GIRL. I LOVE THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE: A GOOD BOOK, A NICE BAR FOR DRINKS WITH FRIENDS, AND A LAZY SUNDAY MORNING. DOWN TO EARTH DOES NOT MEAN ‘FAT’. INTERESTING DOES NOT MEAN ‘UGLY’. I AM YOUR ALL ROUND AVERAGE WOMAN WITH VERY LONG LEGS… ;)”

COME AND GET ME:

“STUNNER SEEKS STUNNER. I WON’T MINCE MY WORDS. I’M AN EX-MODEL WHO KEEPS IN SHAPE AND NEEDS A PERSONAL TRAINER TO SURE I WORK UP A SWEAT ON A VERY REGULAR BASIS. BASED IN MAYFAIR, I LOVE THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE, WISPS OF LACE AND SILKS ON MY AGENT PROVOCATEURS AND DINING IN THE MOST FANTASTIC OF RESTAURANTS. NON MILLIONAIRES NEED NOT APPLY. I WON’T DISAPPOINT, AND IF YOU ARE COMPLETELY LOOKING FOR A GORGEOUS NYMPHO, PLEASE ENQUIRE, AND I WILL LET YOU WITHIN…”
HONEST:

” GORGEOUS WOMAN SEEKS GORGEOUS MAN. VERY WELL-TRAVELLED AND USED TO THE MORE EXQUISITE LOCATIONS. MANNERS ARE A COMPLETE NECESSITY, AND GENEROSITY HELPS. TREAT ME LIKE YOUR QUEEN, AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO TREAT YOU AS MY KING. VERY EXPERIENCED IN HOSPITALITY, YOU WILL NEVER BE BORED WITH ME. NEED A TOUR GUIDE FOR MY FABULOUS CITY OF LONDON? I’M YOUR WOMAN…JUST TREAT ME TO A NEW HANDBAG, AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE CAPITAL AS YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE. FUN AND FROLICS GUARANTEED”

So, who would you choose? Because if I’m sincere, I am all three. Just ask my regulars…

Doing my research

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As spring is here (well, sometimes it looks as though it is), the days are getting longer, the sun is peeking through, and people, in general, seem happier. My beautiful apartment looks out to see hoards of people in their gorgeous attire heading for Saville Row and Bond Street for the newest season trends, and on most days, I am running along with them. Oh, how I love to walk down the best shopping areas in the search of expanding my already brimming wardrobe.

Of course, it’s not all for my pleasure (that’s what I have to keep reminding my bank balance). Being a model and having the figure to pull off most fashions, I do have to stay current for my clientele. When most of my clients are very wealthy and influential business people, they do know what is up to date and what isn’t, so they do know if an escort in London is bang on trend or not.

You may think this is tiring and time-consuming being a 24-hour escort…oh no, it isn’t. It is no hassle to go to the hairdresser every week to keep my brunette locks looking lush, nor is it a real dilemma to visit my beauty therapist once every two weeks for the essential waxing, plucking and the like. So what if my spare time is focused on looking fantastic or checking out the hippest London restaurants, bars and clubs? I would put the same amount of dedication into any job I do.

Today, I am taking Aswad for afternoon tea in the Savoy Hotel. Being of African descent and not a frequent traveller to the UK, Aswad told me of his desire to get a taste of London (the city, not me…until later), so as cliché as it sounds, I am all for taking him to see London my way; afternoon tea, chauffer driven round the best sights and then back to my fabulous apartment to treat him to an absolute London delight.

Aswad did tell me that despite his original origins, he did not want to hold back on his escort experience, and I was to give him exactly what his money was paying for. Being a very wealthy businessman, I did want to provide him with a great time and a blooming, classy one, too! So, with my motto being “always give the client what they want…and then some”, I did go out of my way to purchase the finest lingerie and clothes for this gorgeous man’s arrival.

It’s not what you think. It’s not excessive or unnecessary shopping…it’s all in the name of research, right?