Why you shouldn’t book a cheap escort…

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You want to live well, you want to have nice things, and you want to do nice things. It all seems simple enough. You know what you want, and you’d rather not waste much time trying to get it. You didn’t get where you are today by wasting time, and that’s why you use 24-hour Companions in the first place. You know that we provide the highest quality in model escorts, and the highest quality is all you want. The rates reflect the calibre of the high-class companionship that you are getting. Cheaper escort agencies may try to deceive you, but you know how to recognise when things are too good to be true. Even so, you may not realise just how not good these things can end up. The following is a real eye-opener and a bit graphic, but isn’t life better when it’s a bit graphic?

1. Diseases.

Safety is always essential. Although our models are not paid to initiate sexual activity ever, they are sent out in social situations where two consenting adults are free to make their own decisions, and we know up front that at least one of the adults is attracted to the other in some way. If it turns out to be sexual attraction and it happens to be returned, that is the business of the two adults. Still, we believe that it is our business that our ladies maintain a healthy lifestyle in every conceivable way.

2. Thievery.

Your guard is down, way down, when you are spending the evening with an outcall escort in your home or luxury hotel room. You should be able to do this, as it seems pretty natural. You are getting close to someone, and intimacy is not out of the window. The truth is, you don’t personally know your escorts and cheaper escort agencies in London may not have the same strict set of standards as we do for the elite model escorts that we represent. You want people you can trust in your home. You can be at ease with a woman who has things to her name and isn’t working for next to nothing in a job that she probably hates because, if we’re being honest, cheaper agencies don’t do for their models what an agency like ours can do.

3. Scams.

Opening yourself up to low cost escorts, often cheap people, is opening yourself up to those who may want to take advantage of you. You don’t live your life looking out for scams. You deal straight with people and expect the people you are giving your money to do the same. That expectation of honesty and upright business practice from cheap escort agencies can and often does lead to a rip-off. You aren’t looking, and you wouldn’t know what to look for anyway. These are not the times when you want information like your credit card number, the kind of information that some of us give out online every day, to get into the wrong hands, especially not by those deceitful enough to set up intricate scams.

4. Exposure to con artists.

This goes hand in hand with scams. Booking a so-called model escort through a cheap escort agency can acquaint you with shady underworld characters. Things like this about the escorting industry aren’t always exaggerations from conservative and prudish minds. You don’t want to cross paths with someone who thinks you’re a sucker, just waiting to take the bait. So don’t let yourself be suckered in; don’t take the bait.

5. Invasion of privacy.

It is natural that you will, by necessity, become somewhat familiar with the escort you spend time with. It only takes one absent-minded comment to reveal more than you intended, and having some random escort from a cheap London agency, or an escort for that matter, telling all your private concerns is not what you want. Discretion is significant to us at 24hr Companions. When it comes to what you say and do behind closed doors and even your identity, if need be, your secrets are always safe with us.

6. Bait and switch.

The models you see on our website are the elite model escorts we represent, but this is not always true. Cheap agencies often pay more attractive models for their photos and use these to trick the client into believing he has some incredibly sexy vixen coming over. In reality, someone who looks like their name should be Victor will be their outcall escort for the evening. Don’t be deceived.

7. Lack of professionalism.

All of the issues above could be avoided if the escorts were simply more professional. If the agencies they were represented by demanded professionalism, as well as showcasing more of their own, this wouldn’t be a problem. The saying that you get what you pay for is true, though, and when people aren’t adequately motivated, all sorts of service falls into shambles.

8. Destroying your reputation.

It’s highly possible that if you’re reading this, you’ve already booked one of our beautiful model escorts as a companion for an event or a night out on the town. There is no question in my mind that if you did, the people around you would be impressed. When she looks good, you look good. When she looks cheap, you look cheap. It’s as simple as that.

The Origin of Stockings

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Historically, even though the word sock is at least as ancient in origin, what men typically wore were often referred to as tights, probably mainly when referring to the longer hose at times when they were the fashion for men. The word was used to refer to the bottom “stump” part of the body. By analogy, the term was used to refer to the one-piece covering of the lower trunk and limbs of the 15th century—essentially tights consisting of the upper stocks (later to be worn separately as knee breeches) and nether supplies (later to be worn independently as stockings).

Before the 1590s, stockings were made of woven cloth. The first knitting machines were for making stockings. The socks themselves were made of cotton, linen, wool or silk. Polished cotton called lisle was standard, as were those made in Balbriggan.

Before the 1920s, women’s stockings, if worn, were worn for warmth. In the 1920s, as women’s dresses’ hemlines rose, they wore socks to cover their exposed legs. These stockings were sheer, first made of silk or rayon (then known as “artificial silk”), and after 1940 of nylon. The first pantyhose appeared in the 1940s and 1950s, when film and theatre productions had stockings sewn to the briefs of actresses and dancers, according to actress-dancer Ann Miller and seen in popular films such as Daddy Long Legs. Today, socks are commonly made using knitted wool, silk, cotton or nylon. The introduction of pantyhose in 1959 provided a convenient alternative to stocks, and the use of socks declined dramatically. U.S. sales of stockings exceeded stockings for the first time and have remained this way ever since. BegIn87, sales of the hose with a suspender belt started slightly declining due to the newly invented hold-ups, but it remained a sold sock.

So, if you have a fetish for stockings, look no further than 24-hour Companions, where all our fine young ladies will honour your wishes by wearing only the finest socks for your eyes.

Our Top Italian

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Italian women are fiery and passionate and can entice a man until he is under their spell. Sounds thrilling. Our Italian escort, Kim, is no exception. At 23 years old, Kim has learned enough about life and London to know what makes her clients tick.

At a modest 5 feet 7 inches, Kim is a stunning London call girl who turns the heads of men and women as she wanders. They are often heard to ask each other if she just flew in from Milan for a catwalk shoot. And well, she might have done! Her slim curves of 34C-23-33 proportions make her the perfect example of Italian chic. Not to mention the way they fill the sexy lingerie that hides beneath! Kim tells us her passion for satin and lace makes her a regular visitor to La Perla, which seems to keep the men in her life VERY interested!

Kim is sweet, sassy and sexy and available as one of our escorts in Marylebone. She loves to laugh and dance, and a night out in Leicester Square always makes her smile. Available for outcalls only, Kim adores travelling all over London with her clients and internationally if and when they are called for. Her passport is full of stamps of recent travels abroad, and she loves matching a face to the destination.

To book Kim, look in our elite gallery of lovely Italian ladies and then call us to check her availability. Our friendly receptionists are here to take your call 24 hours a day.

How do you like your coffee?

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I am not at home because I am typing this from Italy, L.cky me!!!
My long weekend break, returning tomorrow morning, with Giovanni, started as “coffee soon?” and became “take your passport and meet me at Heathrow at 13:00 hours. Giovanni was born in London’s West End to Sicilian parents and emigrated there in 1990 before making his home somewhere between Tuscany and Paris. He has an ex-wife, five children, three dogs in a villa in the Tuscan countryside and a mistress in Paris with one child. Before you ask how he manages to afford to keep them all, his six-figure salary seems to be that.

How do I fit in? Well, he does like to keep up appearances with the Italian social elite and to rub his ex-wife’s nose in the fact that he hasn’t lost touch with the ladies. Ex Mrs Giovanni doesn’t know about the Parisian mistress or the half-brother of her offspring, so I step in as the model girlfriend. I don’t mind, I love Italy, and I am used to being discreet.

So we came to Italy for proper coffee, ground from good coffee beans, in an authentic restaurant by an adequate barista. I used a small amount of Italian vocabulary on him – enough to say “grazi” – and flashed my most dazzling smile. Red-blooded Mediterranean men do like to feel appreciated by red-blooded British women! And how do I like my coffee? Well, I am partial to a cappuccino, but I do prefer a latte – especially when it is homegrown.

And I discovered that barista training is right around the corner from the hotel. How exciting!

Wet and Wild…

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From a saucy French maid, a 50’s housewife working naked, to a serving wench, I have been most domesticated servants in some category or other. My clients seem to enjoy the sight of a scantily-clad sexy London escort working in their home. I can’t think why…

However, the polite request to be a ‘washer-woman’ left me slightly dumbfounded. I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to pertain to that, given that I don’t do muscly arms and a belly over my waistband. I had visions of some cartoon-esque dame a la Tom & Jerry, and I can’t say it did much for my libido or self-image. So, for the first time in ages, I asked what my client meant.

This client was Henry, a divorced father of two in his mid-fifties. Resident in the affluent area of Bayswater, Henry described himself as having a natural thing for water, especially water splashed all over the place on a willing participant. He asked me to wear white, tie my hair up and not to wear a scrap of makeup. With these instructions, I arrived promptly at noon on Saturday and was ushered through to a high-walled garden with an immaculately cut lawn. In the centre of the patio, in the blazing sunshine, was a wooden tub full of suds and, next to it, a scrubbing brush and board.

Henry was reclining on a sun lounger, sunglasses on, regarding me as I stood in the patio doorway. He waved me over and stretched out a hand. As he passed me a glass of Pimms, he explained simply that he wanted me to scrub the clothes in the tub and get soaking wet in the process. “Plenty of splash, my dear! Give those old flagstones a soaking! And make sure you get it all down your front…”

Well, thank God for the small mercies of a brilliant sunny day. I hauled the sheets out of the suds and gave them a good going over, slopping water everywhere and mostly over myself. My top and underwear went see-through, and Henry leaned forward on his chair to get a better look. I used my arm to brush my hair out of my eyes, soaking my face and letting it run down my neck. I figured I resembled a drowned rat, but Henry was delighted.

“Peg them on the line when you’re done, will you?” he called gleefully as I stood up to wring out my long white skirt. I was drenched and longing to lie in the sun to dry off. He chucked me a towel and invited me to do just that. Thankfully, his sun-trap garden had me drying off within twenty minutes, and I was able to chat a little about the job I’d done. “Splendid effort…” he said, beaming.”I will have to call you again!”

A change of clothes and a hair dryer later, I went home to Mayfair to glam up for my evening date with Oscar. It just wouldn’t do to let too many people see me in that state; I have an image to uphold.