All for a good cause

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Today, I am going to an Auction. Well, it was an early start. My right-hand man Franco was in Mayfair with a cardboard carrier of Americano coffees and some croissants to go. As I had my hair in a towel and my stress head on, this was a very welcome sight! My door was wedged open with a shoe – not being auctioned off – and some burly and tasty young men were moving in and out of it. Sometimes, I almost said, “Oh, not that one,” but Franco shook his head wordlessly at me, and I had to let them go.

And then we were off to Oxford Circus! I could feel the adrenaline as we watched the crates and rails being unloaded by a team of highly organised young women. I have no idea where they came from, but they had something to do with James and his abundant knowledge of fundraiser organisers. They treated me like royalty, and I could almost taste the palpable aura of garment lust. “If you want it, you’ll have to bid on it, darling, Franco said to one young, sexy blonde pawing a limited edition Pucci silk jacket.

At ten o’clock, the doors were flung open to the public. The rows of seats were immediately filled, the edges of the warehouse flanked by assistants on the phone and other buyers. I recognised a few faces from my regular haunts (Kensington, Fulham and Chelsea) – a few gave me the thumbs up. My beautician was right at the front with her life savings to bid on one of my pink fur coats.

There was an expectant buzz, and then Franco introduced the cause, and then… me! I was waved to the front to say a few words, and my mouth went dry, but I managed it. And after deafening applause, it began…

Money, running into tens, hundreds and thousands, flew across that warehouse. A pair of strappy Jimmy Choos from SS07 went for £900 within the first ten minutes. Scraps of silk, lace, satin and feathers exchanged hands like hotcakes. A few Japanese girls were in the audience battling for Chanel and Chloe, whom I thought might get ugly at one point. Thankfully, James had the sense to hire me some security guards when he was dishing out the employment for the day.

And by 13.30, it was all over. The cash tin was counted, the cheques and credit card slips bundled, and after checking three times, the total for my designer goods at auction was….. £327,089! And no, I’m not kidding. Bear in mind that I have (had!)My collection has some pretty wealthy clients and some retro, authentic pieces; it is still pretty staggering!

Enjoy St. Barnardo’s and SCOPE – two worthy causes.

Double take…

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Apart from my near-miss at Christmas with my auntie’s new boyfriend (who she’s still seeing and I’m still avoiding!) I haven’t been in any awkward situations where it’s been a case of ‘fight or flight’. I count myself lucky because yesterday I received a phone call from Tom asking me to meet him, as soon as I had an available slot, in Café Nero, Kings Road. As it turned out, my available slot was at 10am this morning but he was adamant it wasn’t a date; more an interview.

Dressed casually but in something to hint at my curves and assets, I chose a table by the window and a skinny latte to watch out for my date. For the first time in ages, I felt nervous. Promptly at 10am, a blonde man of around 25 entered the shop. My radar picked up on the eyes scanning the other customers and the absence of buying a coffee. I caught his eye and he came over, confirming who I was immediately. I liked his freckles and dimples and the essence of a man who spends a lot of his time on a rugby pitch. Anyway, my curiosity was piqued so I got straight down to business. What am I here for?

Tom explained that he was one of two brothers – twins. Jonathan was his mirror image but complete opposite and, for their 25th birthday, they wanted to hire a London escort (the same one) who would be up for something different. Thinking of my ghost-hunting weekend, I thought I’m just about up for anything as long as I’m not breaking the law. He looked at me earnestly and said “yes or no?”

We talked money and came to an amount that would be payable up front to cover the two dates. Tom made a call and I pencilled them in – one for Thursday and one for Friday. Then I got a flutter of butterflies wondering what on earth I was letting myself in for! How different can twins be, I wondered? For them to come up with something like this, they must be on opposite ends of the scale. Either that or they have planned the same two dates and I have to report back which twin I prefer. I can’t imagine I won’t be comparing them anyway. And it will be most interesting to discover whether they’re completely identical!

So that is the rest of my week taken care of – two hours with Tom tomorrow in Central London and a contrasting two hours with Jonathan goodness-knows-where on Friday – wish me luck.

Sensual Sophie

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Our featured escort this week is lovely, luscious and lascivious Sophie. This 23-year-old blonde escort is of Polish nationality and spends her time in the Marylebone area- lucky London men!

Sophie is strong-willed and intelligent and loves to keep her fantastic figure in shape with regular exercise. Is it any wonder that this stunning young woman boasts 32C-22-32 statistics? Dressing them up in stylish clothes bought from her many international trips or down in designer lingerie, Sophie tells us that looking gorgeous is one of her sensual pleasures. (Topped off with a spray of an expensive eau de parfum from an admirer). Perhaps you would like to treat her to something special in the departure lounge of a London Airport as you fly her somewhere you both can be alone?

Sophie’s demeanour, bearing and upbringing make her the perfect gentleman’s choice. Culture, art and current affairs are her preferred topics of conversation, and she adores a witty man with a quick mind who will challenge her. Imagine the fun you two could have bantering back and forth over dinner in a top London Restaurant- setting the stakes high for whatever is to follow. The chemistry between you could be electric!

Sophie adores travelling all over Europe and beyond with her clients. She is rarely seen in her Marylebone apartment as her busy schedule demands her time and attention. So, to book this brown-eyed beauty, phone us well before your trip or agenda, and we will let you know her availability. Please call us on 07811 160 160 Monday to Sunday for incall and outcall escorts 24hrs.

Lunchtime Treat

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What do you do in your lunch hour? Read the newspaper? Have a sandwich in the office? Maybe you like to step out onto London’s busy streets and clear your head for a while. I bet you didn’t know that our ladies are a stone’s throw away from your usual lunch-break retreat.

Has it ever crossed your mind that some gentlemen like to spend their weekday lunch times in the company of an incall escort? Some rush to meet their delightful London companion at their favourite cafe or restaurant; others indulge in an hour-long in-call at her apartment. The point is wasting precious hours of your day could be a thing of the past. Life does not have to be the same old lunchtime routine with a beautiful 24-hour Companion in your phone book.

You also do not need to worry about the amount of notice your escort will require. We have some escorts who are available at short notice; others may have space in their diary. It is worth asking when you phone to book who is free that day. With over 70 girls on our books, there will be someone for everyone. Our agency is open 24 hours a day, so we are sure there will always be a time for you even if you don’t have your lunch hour at a ‘normal time’.

Beatrice, our hot and saucy Blonde, is one of our escorts in Chelsea. This 24-year-old exhibitionist loves to surprise her clients with naughty lingerie – and what a way to wear it when you have 32C-24-34 statistics! Beatrice is cheeky, fun-loving and very open-minded – just perfect to lighten anyone’s mood and send them back to work for the afternoon …with a grin on their face!

We have many ladies in Chelsea, Kensington, Bayswater, escorts in Lancaster Gate and Baker Street, and most are by tube stations or places that are very easy to get to. So you see, your lunch-time doesn’t have to be a limp sandwich. It could be far more exciting than that – all you need to do is look at our gallery of beautiful ladies, which is sure to get your pulse racing. If you think this is a possibility, then get on the phone now with one of our lovely receptionists who will only be too happy to help you sort out your lunchtime for you.

The Way To An Escort’s Heart

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I can be bribed with a Gucci watch or Prada bag, but you will live in my heart forever if you wine and dine with me.

I date a food connoisseur one month every three when he pops down from his home in the Cotswolds to critique some new brasserie. I visited Marco Pierre White’s new restaurant on opening night and was ever so slightly star-struck when I realised I was dining among the capital’s glittering elite. My client merely nodded at a few celebrities and said it wasn’t such a big deal to sit an arm’s length away from a top film star. I, on the other hand, was salivating at breathing the same air as him.

Most of the time, I enjoy dressing up and being on the guest list for The Ivy and Browns, but I like finding quiet spots to eat something homemade. Tiny little country pubs or quaint little cafes on quiet pavements give such ambience to a private conversation. I’m also not opposed to a checked tablecloth, waxy-candle stump and a badly-played accordion. As long as the food is excellent, the wine just as good (and the lighting flattering from all angles), I usually find the date runs itself. I don’t fret too much about getting food down my front or spinach in my teeth because I’m too busy savouring the tastes and textures. I can’t stand these girls who miss the wonder of haute cuisine because they strive to be a size zero or don’t want to be seen chewing in front of their date. Life’s too short to be a WAG.

So why all the food talk? Well, my client is meeting me at five o’clock to take me to Swiss Cottage for dinner. He is freelancing for the Telegraph this week, reviewing Ambar, a new nightspot with a fully stocked bar, late license and international menu. I won’t dress up too much, but I have a new pair of Manolo’s begging to be broken in.

My client loves food but loves the great company of a sexy blonde escort even more, so he books me repeatedly. We have a great relationship, and I tease him about his ‘fussy’ ways, but I believe he has to be in a job such as his!! I was never really a ‘foodie’ until I met this client. He has taught me so much about food, tastes and textures, and I can pick out the most exquisite meals now rather than going for the same old food familiar to me. I enjoy meeting new people and fascinating people like my client, a food critic. It gives my life much variety, and my recent experiences make it much more fulfilling.

So, if you have functions which you wouldn’t mind taking one of our 24-hour Companions ladies to, then why not book one of our girls? You can be sure of an entertaining evening with one of our more cultured ladies, as our girls love to indulge in new experiences.