Monthly Archives: May 2014

Enhanced your curves

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I’ve never been one to buy into any surgery to boost or decrease my assets. I’ve been fortunate to have naturally large breasts, a tiny waist, curvy hips and a pert round bottom without the need to go under the knife. I’m not opposed to the idea of a little nip ‘n’ tuck as gravity takes its toll in later life, but as a model and a fabulous 24-hour Companions, the men I date and previous modelling bigwigs believe in my natural lines.

I thankfully don’t need to make religious trips to the gym or follow the strictest of diets. It’s not my age or any miracle diet pills needed to keep my sexy escort body in shape. I am pretty disciplined and get to “work out” a lot with my clients, but I think it must just be significant genes.

The places and venues I am fortunate enough to visit are classy, expensive and lush. Still, occasionally, you may get another 24-hour London escort from a rival company arriving with a rich businessman or wealthy bachelor who has quite obviously been to the plastic factory many times. I’m all for dressing the part as your client wishes, and if that means showing off your best assets, then so be it, but when your assets are bought and uber round and synthetic, then that’s where I wrinkle up my lovely (real) nose and take pity on the ladies in question.

Don’t get me wrong, each to their own, but I am lucky enough to have natural cleavage and more than enough breast to spill over my tiny dresses for the more daring of clients. I’m not one of your cheap escorts. I know that if I am going to a fantastic Casino in Mayfair or a bar in Park Lane, I will get requests for more flesh on the show, but more often than not, it is classy yet very sexy all the way.

I’ve had many offers for certain types of work due to my natural figure. It’s all very flattering. I meet film producers, writers, photographers and agents, and I’ve always politely declined their kind offers of work. It’s nice, and though one would think that it would be fantastic money, I don’t need it. I do enough role play and dressing up to be whoever is necessary anyway.

And I do play a good page 3 girl. I’ll have you know…

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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?

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Who says romance is dead?

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I will enjoy afternoon tea at the Ritz with Stefan, a French businessman who delights in all the finest things in life. He has requested the pleasure of a demure, sweet escort lady for some company over tea and sandwiches and then back to his luxury suite in South Kensington.

Stefan is a very high-class man who expects class and expensive taste. He is on business for three days in London, and we have enjoyed a few dates precious to today’s encounter. He always books mid-afternoon, which is his “me-time” as many of his conferences are in the evening, and they are all business, so I cannot join him and impress and wow his colleagues. He is a very private man and feels perhaps, with a close-knit set of co-workers, they would know he is hiring his date, albeit a lovely and professional.

So this morning, I will be coiffing, waxing and plucking to perfection and choosing my most beautiful designer threads for our midday soiree. I chose a fantastic mix of Chanel and Donna Karan with my La Perla underwear, Givenchy scent and London charm.

I enjoy playing the sweet lunch partner who bats her eyelids and nods agreeably while Stefan sets the world to rights. He wants attention and no element of a power struggle because he is the man, and I am the perfect woman. The only advice I offer is that of any places in London that he may want to entertain clients at a classy restaurant in Chelsea or a Casino in Mayfair. I advise only the best, of course, because if his associates are impressed by my recommendations, it may result in a new pair of Jimmy’s for me!

Stefan is the perfect gentleman, and even back at his hotel suite, he treats me like a lady, and I, in turn, treat him like a man. It is all significantly “Gone with the Wind” romantic.
I think he enjoys the comfort and closeness of a more loving relationship for those few hours. Traditional and polite is a concept that a very busy and successful businessman lacks. I, being the fabulous London escort that I am, can certainly inject some intimacy into his time off.

I have a lot of clients like Stefan who ask specifically for the girlfriend experience and just a few hours of feeling like they are in a relationship. I guess it’s what all busy professionals need to give them some “me time”.

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I’m in charge…

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I have so many faces as a 24-hour Companion that sometimes I think I have a split personality! Not all my clients want to see the girlie me or have the GFE. Oh no. Some hire my services for a more specialised flavour of date. Some like their duo escorts and fantasies and role-play fun, too…

London is full of diverse tastes and preferences, especially in the City where the pace of life never slows down. If you were to stand still near London Bridge for a moment and watch the commuters, the speed at which they think and travel is quite alarming. But among the suits and briefcases lie many secrets – I know I hold a fair few of them close to my chest.

It never ceases to amaze me how people become aroused by taboo subjects. I make sure I research something thoroughly before I take on a new challenge – just as one would revise before an important exam. I won’t get a second chance to impress so that I can be in front of my laptop for hours the night before. I prefer a few days’ notice to buy props and costumes, although many clients provide me with the entire ensemble to make the process run more smoothly. Most of these men are married but can’t express their fantasies to their wives. I’m more than happy to fulfil a role – it’s another string to my bow.

So, with all of that simmering nicely in your mind, I must turn your attention to Geoff. From the outside, Geoff is your average 50-something family man. However, he comes to my Mayfair flat on a Wednesday afternoon (usually when he has told his secretary he will be on a long lunch) and cleans my flat for me dressed in his Y-fronts and a gingham pinafore. I yell at him every so often, humiliating him if his housework isn’t to my exact specification and call him a useless idiot. He has provided me with a black PVC catsuit and thigh-high boots; my hair must be scraped severely back into a high ponytail, and my lips are glossed blood red. He isn’t allowed to look me in the eye and must always call me “Madam”. I carry a riding crop with me at all times and occasionally give him a whip when the fancy takes me. I can be spiteful, but he seems to like it more when I cause him to yelp.

Geoff’s 90 minutes are usually up when my bathroom is sparkling and my kitchen floor scrubbed. He puts his suit back on, picks up his briefcase and kisses my cheek. If there is time, I may even make him a cup of tea, and he gives me a run down as to what his kids are up to at school. I find the whole scenario pretty surreal, but it makes him happy, and we never discuss it once it’s over.

Erotic humiliation can take on many forms. There are London clubs that specialise in it and are open till very late. Arriving at midnight would still guarantee you four hours of fun, should that be your thing. I’ve visited them a few times (as a guest as you have been a member) to watch, and what an eye-opener! Imagine a basement divided into rooms, each with a different theme. So there you are – I’m not such a pretty, prim miss after all! Remember, I’m paid to be the ideal date – whatever form it may come in.

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Test out your culinary skills…

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I am often wined and dined in London Michelin stars than they know what to do with. I think I can honestly say that I have been a guest at every single eatery worth mentioning in Time Out. So it was the loveliest gesture when a client I haven’t seen for ages booked me for an out-call booking to his Chelsea home for a good-home-cooked meal.

I arrived with a bottle of Merlot and a basket full of bread from Selfridges. I was going for the whole girlfriend experience because I do have a soft spot for this man, and he was going out of his way to impress me. I even wore my most faded jeans and jumper, and flat shoes to show I was all about the cuddles rather than seducing his little socks off. Not that it wasn’t on the agenda, but I do like a little hand-holding.

So, when I arrived at his beautiful home with my basket of goodies, he welcomed me inside with a big hug and a kiss and ushered me into the kitchen/diner. It was so beautiful, with a real country feel, and I wondered how a bachelor kept it so pristine. He saw me looking around and said he had an excellent housekeeper.

The table was laid for two, and candle lit. He looked resplendent in his apron and the dish towel slung over his shoulder. I perched on a bar stool, and we chatted while he uncorked the wine and poured us both a generous glass. I think, after half an hour, it was me who was feeling seduced. The heady aroma of cooking smells, his aftershave, and the wine made me feel very relaxed indeed! I kept distracting him from the oven, and eventually, he sent me into the front room to choose some music.

The meal he cooked was beautiful, something that you would get at a 5-star restaurant, but obviously, the ambience was more intimate. It was the perfect dish for me – a smoked salmon starter followed by sea bass, then crème brulee for dessert. I don’t think I uttered a word when I was eating apart from ‘mmm’. I was delighted but not stuffed, and when you feel that way – you know that you will have room for a little more dessert, and I don’t mean crème brule!!

A way to my heart is definitely through my stomach, and didn’t he succeed?! I was fed, watered and wined right to my toes. If you think you could match up to this client’s culinary skills in your kitchen – don’t forget there is always a Pink London Escort ready to be your critique…

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