Adorable April

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Model perfect to the tips of her toes, April is one of the most popular blonde escorts and one you cannot afford to miss. Twenty-five years old, natural blonde, with tanned golden skin, April embodies the fantasy lady of many gentlemen’s dreams.

She tells us she has a weakness for luxury and high-end labels, so to break the ice, why not take her shopping around Kensington or Chelsea, where fashion runs rife, and the shop assistants will be falling over themselves to tend to her every whim? Please show your appreciation for the time you have spent together with a token that she will never forget you. You could pretend you are Richard Gere and Julia Roberts as you promise to pay “an obscene amount of money”!

Not based in one specific area, April can be found out and about in Central London either with friends or rushing off somewhere as her busy social life dictates. She is the first to say she loves her life and is delighted to meet new people and share their experiences. She is one of our escorts in South Kensington but is also available for international assignments with notice.

To enjoy the company of this truly gorgeous young woman, call us, and our team of English receptionists will talk you through the particulars of your date. All prices are on our ladies’ profiles, and we offer an honest description for each of our ladies with 100% genuine and recent photographs.

You’ll need a date in Notting Hill…

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When it comes to shopping in London, a true reveller would be unable to resist the charms of Notting Hill. This exclusive district in Central London is uber-expensive and uber-chic – no wonder we have the most beautiful 24hr Companions living and working there.

Hyde Park, Bayswater, and Holland Park surround Notting Hill. Each area has its weight of luxury hotels, residences and shops; however, the heart of it all stands Portobello Road – the jewel in the crown of consumerism. Famous worldwide, its shops, bars and restaurants are visited by tourists froworldwides it any wonder that our escorts love to spend their time there?

One such escort is Adele. This European blonde has green eyes and slim curves. Even at twenty-one, Adele is a fun and charming companion who would be the ideal date choice for any London man. She’s one of our top Notting Hill Gate escorts.

If you are unsure what to do for fun and entertainment in London, we recommend browsing (or spending in!) the designer brands running along Bond Street. Or maybe dedicate a few hours at Harvey Nichols; allow your companion to lose herself in Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik and to Prada stores. The district also has some of London’s most renowned restaurants – like Babylon at The Roof Gardens – chic bars and clubs. How could you ever be bored?

We guarantee booking the beautiful European escort Adele will leave you with a smile for days afterwards. Call or book online. We are open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. All calls and enquiries are confidential, and we will never share your details.

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 well deserved day off…

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What does a London escort do on her day off? Well, you could argue that every day is a potential day off considering she might spend her time being wined and dined in a fabulous 5-star restaurant or entertained in the suites of some of the plushest hotels in London. But I mean an actual day off.

By definition, a day off means starting and ending the day doing nothing or entirely as you please. When was my last day out? Oh my word, now there’s a question. It might have been when I was ill and convalescing at home last month, but I don’t call that a day off as I was booked to see a client. I couldn’t make it. So, I might have to go back a little further.

Maybe it was my last haircut day? No, not that either, as I think I saw someone that evening go to a show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. So when was it?

OK, I can’t remember, so that should tell you something about me. I’m a) a workaholic, b) utterly spoilt for work, and c) knackered.

I should probably book myself in for a day off soon. With the summer holidays nearly ending, I need to have a day to myself and book a lovely week away and maybe see some friends I haven’t caught up with for a while. But is that an actual day of rest, considering I will be beating the pavements as usual, just under another guise? Does that mean I have to stay indoors in my apartment all day? Alone? That could get seriously boring. Well, I suppose I could rent a few DVDs or download some music while lobbying for something comfortable. It would also mean I could actually (horror!) switch my phone off until 8 a.m. the following day…

Do you know what? I think I am going to do it. Quick! Before I change my mind.

Like Father like Son…

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Once upon a time, there was a man named James. James was 27 and an heir to a fortune from his daddy. James’ daddy, Bill, was a successful businessman who, at 52, was taking a very early retirement and passing on his business and knowledge to his only son.

Bill was a regular client of mine, and though being married to James’ mother and living with her in their spectacular home in Hampstead Heath, he wooed and wowed me in his secret apartment in Kensington and took me on business trips worldwide. We visited Sydney, New York and Dubai on many occasions, and his business associates were the epitome of discretion. Mum was the word regarding his escort companion because they had their international companions to worry about.

One day, one of Bill’s business acquaintances (Paul) approached me and told me he knew someone who would like to impress a new set of colleagues with a proper woman by his side. I told him to go through the correct channels to book and thought no more of it. A few days later, while lounging in Bill’s fabulous pad in Kensington. I overheard him on a conference call discussing Paul and how he had betrayed the company. Shame, I always got on with him, but, again, I thought no more of it.

So, let me bring you to the present. I had a date lined up with a man who wanted to take me to a farewell party for his company’s founder, and he wanted to make a grand impression. He asked me to dress like a lady! I could immediately tell that the man I would be accompanying would be young and inexperienced and, without doubt, would be losing his escort plates to me. I dressed in a fabulous Pucci gown and wore my hair loose and curly, immensely grown up and elegant. I met my date, James, and though he was handsome and polite, he was very nervous as we entered the Crystal Room at the Mayfair Hotel. As I held onto his arm to make him feel more at ease, I stiffened in nervous fright as I saw the stage set up with a slideshow of the man whose farewell party it was. Bill, James’ daddy himself – clever Paul.
I have never been in a situation so close with a client… more so, a client who is my client’s father! Thankfully, I recovered myself quickly, and when James introduced me to his mother and father, I smiled politely, and my eyes told Bill (who was frozen with fear) that everything was okay. We didn’t stay too long anyway, which I thought was strange, but James wanted to take advantage of his suite.

And I can safely say, as weird as it sounds, it was a case of like father-like son…