Out of this world experiences

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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…

Monday again…

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So, Monday again. A new working week and a new month in my diary for summer pursuits. Although the catwalks have been sporting their summer range since the sales began, I have only started looking at them carefully while shopping. My reluctance can only be attributed to the up-and-downers of good old blighty weather. To flip-flop or not to flip-flop? That has been the question. Give me continuity any day.

I wanted to save at least five days this month for trips abroad; I have been withdrawing from my passport. One of my favourite fellow London companions, Amanda, has just returned from Milan with a suitcase full of Manolo’s. I almost threw up when I realised she had my much-coveted purple shoe-boots with the red velvet shoe laces. Sadly, my feet are smaller than hers, and I couldn’t justify the price before my following statement on my MasterCard. I could have been swayed when she mentioned they come in red and grey, but the angel on my left sucker-punched the devil on my right shoulder.

I love to look current and unique but still in keeping with all the trends. It would be a complete disaster if I turned up to a date where another lady at a top-class restaurant was wearing the same Prada dress as me. I have expensive taste but like to shake it up by combining my unique dress sense, which I know nobody else will be wearing. I may be headed, but I think I can always pull it off – my figure is fantastic, and I love to show it off – ever so classy, I may add!! I care for my body by working hard at the gym and eating organic food. After all, my body is my business, and I want it to last.

So, with a free (but rapidly filling-up) month ahead and a brand new credit card statement to enjoy, I think I will face the summer months with a smile. As a 24-hour escort, you never know what might happen tomorrow!

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!

Swinging fun

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The best nights out are when you must wait for the venue. London holds mystery whether you are going somewhere as mainstream as Chelsea or somewhere lesser known for its nightlife like Sloane Square. My clients live in the more popular areas of the city, and I do like to travel around the capital and see how they live in the uber-posh Belgravia or even my neighbours in Kensington. Not only do my clients live in some gorgeous places, but they know some gorgeous people, and Franc likes to mix quite literally with those attractive others.

So, back to my date in a venue just given out as ‘TBC’. Franc told me the genre, and I love fetish parties with a twist. It got me as excited as the first time Franc ever saw his favourite escort in leather with my hair in pigtails. The beauty of the fetish with a twist is to understand that it’s not all dungeons and underground madness; it’s about following the correct etiquette and thoughtful respect for what you are taking part in.

Some of Franc’s friends hold themed parties in their trendy Kensington apartments, and he has taken me along a few times to get into the swing of things before we hit public gatherings. The good thing about being an open-minded 24-hour escort is that nothing fazes me, and just as well seeing that it’s most certainly a case of ‘what happens in private(s), stays private’. It sounds like my personal elite escort oath…other than sharing my tales of debauchery with you.

Hedonism is, I think, ironically derived from a very playful word meaning “delight”. Believing that you should benefit from anything delightful and pursue pleasure to its fullest is what it’s all about in the beautiful world of anything. What an utterly fabulous way to express yourself as well. I always look forward to pencilling Franc in.

So, should I mix leather and pearls or latex and diamonds? I know… I may blend Franc and his friend Ray.

Beauty and Brains

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One of the things I love about my job is the wide variety of men I meet.

It’s not all about the looks. It’s not always about the clothes or money. It’s sometimes about the brains, and a lot of the time, that is attractive in itself.

I enjoy talking about politics or the current economic crisis to exercise my brain. Some clients want to have dinner and drinks and discuss current affairs or business with the company of their chosen London escorts. The model looks and designer dresses couldn’t be further from their minds when they took me for a fantastic meal at one of London’s finest eateries. It’s only when we return to their luxury apartments or hotel suites that they want the topic of conversation to switch from intellect to innuendo.

It’s not so much a challenge for me to discuss the worries of the world. I’m an intelligent woman, and, rarely, I don’t keep up to date with the news to understand what the world is up to of late, so this evening’s date with Patrick for dinner and a trip to the theatre will be a fabulous evening of canny discussions and topical debates. Patrick doesn’t want a cheap escort, so he chooses me.

Patrick, although broadly intelligent and prone to the occasional heated exchange, is very witty and great company. He does like me to look as model-perfect as I can with feminine beauty and subtle girly flirting but also to give him a genuine, unscripted run for his money.

Patrick is an intelligent and successful businessman. He is a multi-millionaire and is only based in London once or twice every six months due to his unbelievably busy schedule, flying to Hong Kong and Dubai immediately to expand his ever-growing empire. But when he is lucky enough to have some “me-time”, he never forgets to give me a call to relax. Even if he requests my company to go shopping or to have lunch, we always end up in a friendly debate but always manage to put those differences to the side when we come together to be very agreeable in his beautiful London home.

So, for me, it’s not about the classic Chanel separates and hair tied in a bun, glasses on the end of my nose ensemble to look intelligent. I know I can dress to impress and still hold my own in a mind battle.

I am acutely aware that my model looks to wow my date, but when it’s required. I can be beautiful with what’s inside my perfectly plucked, dyed and made-up head, too.