Take advantage

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If you are a young professional who has recently moved to London to further your career, then you may well be finding the city to be a little overwhelming. Indeed, the sheer size and pace of London can take a while to get used to, mainly if you are not used to city life at all.

Of course, the easiest way to adapt to any new place is to make a few new friends and use them to help you adjust. However, whilst this can quickly pay dividends in most other towns and cities across the UK, it can be somewhat different in London.

Indeed, whilst joining a few clubs or sports teams in most places will generally be enough for you to make new acquaintances and be invited out for a few drinks, it is rarely the case in the capital. This is because life moves at breakneck speed in London, and people are invariably too busy to add even more friends to their super-complicated lives. So, whilst your new pals at football or badminton may be friendly enough to talk to, don’t expect them to ask you out for a Friday or Saturday night on the tiles anytime soon.

Unfortunately, the same prospects also apply much of the time to da. Whilst the number of single girls in London is statistically very favourable to a single man, the number of available single girls is far lower. This is because many girls are in London for the same reason you are – to further their careers – consequently, they do not have the time to complicate their lives with romantic liaisons and distracting relationships.

However, before you concede defeat and head to the train station with a one-way ticket home, you should take a moment to consider things more carefully.

Indeed, there is always a ‘bedding in’ period whenever you move to somewhere new and whilst London may be less forgiving than most other places, your rewards will come if you give it time. Indeed, once your face becomes a little more familiar at work, in your building and around your neighbourhood, you will eventually form friendships that will create social networks.

Moreover, you can always make the most of the unique benefits that London has whilst you are waiting for those friendships to manifest themselves.

Indeed, the benefit of being a single man alone in a city like London is that you can take advantage of the services that companies like Pink 24-hour London escort agency can offer. Our beautiful, intelligent London escorts will be more than happy to keep you company whenever you’re feeling a little bit lonely and will soon help you banish any thoughts you may have about leaving town.

We only choose the best

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Whether a visitor to London or a resident, you will undoubtedly have moments when you’d like to spend time with an intelligently charming and beautiful woman. Fortunately for you, we here at 24hr Companions agency can help to arrange this as we are working with someone who fits the bill perfectly.

Whether you’re feeling a bit lonesome in an empty hotel room due to attending a special event for your work or are simply looking for someone to wine and dine with, our London escorts can provide you with the female company you require to make the evening a success.

About Us

We specialise in providing discerning gentlemen with a wide selection of professional, courteous and classy escorts who are capable of being perfect companions in all manner of situations. Indeed, our girls are widely regarded as being some of the most beguiling, beautiful and charming escorts in Central London, so we are proud to say that unhappy clients are not something which we have to deal with!

Unique Tastes

Like all of our clients,  you will have unique tastes regarding what you believe the ideal woman to be. Whilst we may not be able to build you your perfect woman, we can provide you with ladies who are about as close to perfection as you can get.

To be sure, it doesn’t matter if you prefer buxom blondes, ravishing redheads or beautiful brunettes. We will be able to accommodate you. Similarly, we also have girls working with us from all over the world, so even if you have a particular penchant for certain ethnicities or nationalities, you can rest assured that we will be able to meet these requirements, too.

However, whilst we welcome girls from all across the globe, we make it a point to insist all of our ladies are capable of speaking a conversational level of English. Fortunately, many of the girls who work with us are fluent, not only in English but also in several other languages (handy if you’re thinking of taking one of our companions away for a trip abroad!).

Booking

Like many other commercial operations these days, it can often pay to book your dates with our lovely girls online. Going online allows you to browse through our girls’ up-to-date (and 100% genuine) gallery pictures and profiles; it enables you to find out more about individual escorts more quickly than if you were to call on the phone.

So, if you’re looking to spend some time with a bootylicious blonde escort in Baker Street, a stunning Italian in Chelsea, or a vibrant Latin American in the city, ensure you make us here at 24-hour Companionss your first and only port of call. To be sure, intelligent, charming and beautiful woman, we are only a click away!

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!!

I’m an escort get me out of here!!!!!

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How can I not laugh watching “I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here!” – The Bush Tucker Trial reminds me of some of the beautiful cuisines I have tastedworldwider. However, I must tell you about my experience with an actual “foodie” client known for his recklessness and love for English escorts.

I wrote recently about my experience dining at ‘Dans Le Noir’, where I consumed a three-course meal in pitch black. Well, if you thought that was strange, you should have seen where I ended up this afternoon! Archipelago is a central London restaurant where the menu already contains a few creepy crawlies. Yes, folks. We are talking Scorpions, Crickets and Bees. Now, I couldn’t really give two hoots about the former two, but I am partial to watching bees at work, and I rather like the little furry bugs, more so because I love honey.

So I started my taste test with ‘Locusts and Crickets, pan-fried with chilli and garlic and served with spinach and rocket leaves.’ Yum. Crickets are bitter! Yuck. My date, Reuben, advised me to chew thoroughly – which seemed odd when I thought about what else you would do if someone handed you a cricket to eat. Still, the flavours within the meal itself helped to take a little of that away, and I started to enjoy it when the sweet fluid pooled at the bottom of my bowl.

Next was a roasted, chocolate-covered scorpion. Yes, a scorpion, and my word almighty, was that visually unappealing. Well, would you want something with a sting and pincers near your mouth – covered in chocolate or not?! In some countries, they leave the venom in the sting, which can kill you. Brilliant. Thankfully, the UK had some sense to make that against the law. I gulped much water after this to make sure I had flushed it all away.

And finally – the honey bee Brule. Preserved in honey, served to rest on a tuille biscuit, in a white chocolate honeycomb. The rosewater crème brûlée is supposed to accentuate the bee’s allegedly minty flavour. I don’t want a bee to be minty! He isn’t an After-Eight Mint! I don’t know how I will watch The Bees in Hyde Park now without feeling guilty. They are harvested during a swarm to prevent damage to the hive. At what point does the Queen do a quick head count and say, “Hold on, I think we’re missing a couple of hundred workers here!” I was happy to see the plate taken away, which is a pity because Brule is my favourite dessert worldwide, and I think I have tainted it forever.

After the meal, I made Reuben take me out for a stiff drink. He fancied flavoured vodkas. I just wanted something without the frills and fuss where I could order something everyone in the bar would have heard of!

A Cocktail hour (or two)

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Apart from my ardour for champagne and sparkling expensive vintage, I do love Happy Hour at cocktail bars. With my 24hr London escort friends or with a client, there’s something immeasurably sexy about smooth cocktails blended in a clear glass.

So imagine my delight at being given the opportunity to sample free drinks at the Rib Room Bar on Sloane Street. With anything from a “Sloane Street Vesper” (with pink vodka and Gin) to a non-alcoholic “Cricket Tea” amid the luxury of long bars, high stools and a cigar bar for the discerning smoker. And all this with Kieran – my newest client, with bags of Sloane Square attitude.

Kieran speaks as though he has plums in his mouth and well he might seeing as he went to Eton and then to Oxford. Yet despite his impressive education (and inheritance!) he likes the playboy lifestyle and has no intention of making his mother proud and marrying a like-minded Sloane-Ranger. He likes his playboy lifestyle, to dress in fine Italian suits and his 24hr Companions. I am the third since New Year.

Kieran and I were greeted at the cordoned off area for the private party by Alexa, the PR executive organising the event. She handed us our first cocktail of the evening – something orange and smelling intoxicatingly of peach. As I sipped it, I took in my surroundings and became mesmerised by the barman shaking, pouring and mixing his way through the customers leaning on the bar. I was so impressed by his ability to recall recipes at will and charm the clientele that I almost forgot I was there for Kieran and not myself.

Once I had recovered my awe and admiration, I turned my attention to stroking Kieran’s bicep and his ego. I flattered him; made sure I got tipsy enough to giggle like a school-girl and then coquettishly suggested we ‘go back to his place for a night cap.’ We had been there a reasonable two and a half hours; enough to be photographed by the local press covering the event, get his name in column inches (not mine) and be seen by the right people.

And then we were off to Belgravia, chauffeur-driven with a bottle of Prosecco to drink on the way…