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 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!!