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Sometimes the element of surprise is sexy. Sometimes the glaringly obvious is just as sexy and this evening’s client has asked for just that.

Today I am portraying the perfect 24hr Companions…oh wait, I am the perfect London executive escort. Okay, not so much an elite escort but more model hooker. Sacre bleu!

Today’s date is with George; a 58 year old thespian from Park Lane. George is a majorly successful playwright turned actor. He is a multi-millionaire, likes expensive escorts and spends money like it’s going out of fashion. We have enjoyed many impromptu dates where he has whisked me off to the South of France or to Dublin for some major shopping therapy when all we had arranged was to spend the day together which I thought meant lunch and shopping in Selfridges. He is far from predictable which is why I was quite shocked when he requested a very obvious date.

George has asked me to dress as an “escort” for our dinner at the very expensive and classy Nobu. Not your typical discrete London elite escort; more obvious legs and cleavage and dramatic sultry make-up and big hair. Sex on legs basically! He wants the cliché and people to look upon us as the attractive man and the trashy, yet street smart scantily clad woman. He wants the outrageous flirting between us and fellow diners to witness the possible “Pretty Woman” scenario. George is not expecting coffee at the end of the meal, but to make a big show of requesting the bill whilst I nuzzle his neck.

I have acted out this fantasy many times with various clients who like the idea of being dirty minded with a, dare-I-say-the-word, prostitute style date. Usually these scenarios consists of me turning up at their luxurious pads to strip tease in the tiniest of outfits, long trashy wigs and skyscraper stilettos and then do whatever they want with the greatest of ease. This evening with George actually gives him the added thrill of being in public with a “working girl” and he has told me how much the idea of being looked upon as a dirty old man is very arousing for him. Fair enough.

So this morning I will be mainly planning the perfect attire to look trashy chic in public and complete sex kitten in private. A trip to see my beauty therapist to apply a sexy diamante merkin is in order and to coif my long brunette tresses into frenzy. Then off to Broadwick Street’s Agent Provocateur because I have had my eye on their Flavia playsuit for some time and possibly to Selfridges for some new skin care products and perfume to smell and look divine.

So if you ever need your own ‘pretty woman’ just be sure to give us a call and let our girls be your fantasy…

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What was I saying on Friday about not wanting to do this barbecue on Saturday? I couldn’t have been more right.

I wouldn’t say I like family get-togethers. I’m forced to sip warm wine and converse with maiden aunts and weird uncles whilst scanning the room for one of my many cousins, who may rescue me. It is, as I extricate an errant hand from my behind, that I realise they managed to bow out gracefully. How is it that my excuses of actually having a life never wash with my mother?

It was my Dad’s 60th birthday, so to be truthful, I would have endured Uncle Simon’s mauling just for him. I arrived at my brother’s in Swiss Cottage with a gift basket from Selfridges and a bottle of something more substantial than Lambrini. My mum kissed me, noticed my lack of a date, and I felt for the entire world like Bridget Jones. All I needed was a turkey curry buffet and Mark Darcy in a reindeer jumper. I wanted to scream at her that I was a London escort with more admirers than Cleopatra and a more-than-attractive dowry for any suitor. However, under my guise of a £20,000 a year job in PR, I had to endure her steely gaze.

I noticed my sister hopping from foot to foot in the background, and in my haste to reach her, I was tripped up by my niece’s skipping rope and landed at the feet of her boyfriend – ‘ginger Gerry’, my ex-client. He helped me up, and as usual, neither of us looked into the eyes of the other. I’ve seen (and heard!) more than enough of him in the past for this to ever be forgotten. I said “hi” and fled.

There are four of us in our family – my eldest brother, myself, my younger sister and my baby brother. I noticed, with distaste, that my little brother managed to get out of the party unless he was late, as he often is. My mum will forgive him anything, and it makes me quite ill.

Being the “middle child”, I have always been very independent and somewhat of an enigma to my parents. The eldest brother is married with 2.4 children, an excellent job in Canary Wharf and a five-figure salary. His wife is a stay-at-home super-mum who only feeds the kids the best organic foods and comes out in hives at the mention of Wotsits or Wagon Wheels. My little sister has decided to shack up with “Ginger Gerry” and whom I hoped wasn’t about to tell me what I dread… they’ve got engaged!!!!

So the rest of the afternoon/evening/next morning was spent admiring her rock, planning colours and what would be fabulous on me as the maid of honour. It pained me to think I would soon be related to someone who has paid for my time and company, but I know neither of us will ever mention it nor burst her bubble.

On a lighter note, my thinking time kept me up during the small hours on Sunday, so I managed to finish my book – yes, it was brilliant. And I need a little BDSM to help clear my head. I have a somewhat willing client who likes to clean my toilet with a toothbrush – maybe I’ll call him.

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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…

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Everybody seems to be in Cannes at the moment. Have you considered taking your favourite escort girl or duo escort girls abroad? Or, if you were heading to the South of France (‘Le Midi’ to those who live there) for business or pleasure, then why not take one of our lovely 24-hour Companionss who will look ‘just right’ on your arm when they accompany you to the beautiful restaurants and top places in the South of France.

We cannot begin to stress how much chic, glamour and luxury there is within the main areas – Cannes, Monaco, Aquitaine, Midi-Pyrenees, Languedoc-Roussillon, Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur, Rhones –Alpes and Corsica. Your lovely escort will be beside herself looking at the designer cars, clothes, brands and luxurious hotels dotted everywhere. If you haven’t already thought about what you will do with your time (apart from reaching your credit limits shopping), let us tempt you further.

The South of France is renowned for playing home to many super-yachts of the rich and famous. Just look at Simon Cowell with his harem of beauties! Taking a day trip to the marinas would mean a spectacular view of these floating palaces and maybe even your lady in her bikini – should she wish to do a little sunbathing!

But what about places to wine and dine? There are many famous spots – far too many to put here – but we have chosen a couple to get you started:

L’Oasis in Mandelieu-La Napoule is a culinary landmark with two Michelin stars. This Gothic villa by the sea is home to Stéphane Raimbault—a connoisseur of unexpected flavour collisions (think medallions of roasted blue lobster in a risotto of spaghetti à la Puttanesca or hazelnut venison with a pepper sauce and blueberries). The €98 a la carte menu shouldn’t be dismissed either!

La Villa Archange in Cannes also boasts two Michelin stars. On the high end of most price ranges, this is a treat for two, surrounded by centennial trees and gardens. If you love veal, lobster or squid, this is your place.

We have expensive travel companions and cheaper escorts to escort you on your trip. We at 24hr Companions love the South of France, and this is the place to be now. So why not consider for a moment that a 24-hour Companions lady could be just what you have been after to give that je ne sais quoi?

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One of our British escorts had a childhood background growing up in Surrey. Still, as soon as she could, she was off travelling north into good ole London town, more specifically, to City University, and her digs were in Clapham Common. She found herself settled very quickly into the fast pace of London life. She found her feet very quickly and was accompanied by her classmates and roommates. They soon learnt the shortcuts so London cab drivers wouldn’t shortchange them, where the best cafes and bars were situated and entertained themselves on their student loans. By the time they graduated, they couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

Now, our English escort works as one of our elite models here at Pink. Her prime responsibility (other than the wants and needs of her client) is personal safety, and this applies to all of our young ladies. She always calls the agency to confirm arrival and again when the date has come to an end. She always uses licensed cabs and drivers and never accepts lifts from people we don’t know. Although the outward journey can often be a lonely business, travelling back within a crown is often the best plan of action. She doesn’t mind. She likes the chatter of commuters, whether it’s on foot, by tube or jostling a cab. That’s notwithstanding having to meet at the airport when she has to travel internationally.

But her safety goes beyond just this… There is always something ‘safe’ in her weekend bag of tricks, ribbed for her pleasure or extra sensitive for his. Keeping things clean always produces a smile from our ladies’ clients and a clean bill of health for both. Our ladies are in the business of protecting their assets as much as anyone else.

There you have it, a true insight into the slightly less glamorous (yet always necessary) side of our ladies’ worlds. As long as our ladies are always prepared and protected, they are always smiling…