Enhanced your curves

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I’ve never been one to buy into any surgery to boost or decrease my assets. I’ve been fortunate to have naturally large breasts, a tiny waist, curvy hips and a pert round bottom without the need to go under the knife. I’m not opposed to the idea of a little nip ‘n’ tuck as gravity takes its toll in later life, but as a model and a fabulous 24-hour Companions, the men I date and previous modelling bigwigs believe in my natural lines.

I thankfully don’t need to make religious trips to the gym or follow the strictest of diets. It’s not my age or any miracle diet pills needed to keep my sexy escort body in shape. I am pretty disciplined and get to “work out” a lot with my clients, but I think it must just be significant genes.

The places and venues I am fortunate enough to visit are classy, expensive and lush. Still, occasionally, you may get another 24-hour London escort from a rival company arriving with a rich businessman or wealthy bachelor who has quite obviously been to the plastic factory many times. I’m all for dressing the part as your client wishes, and if that means showing off your best assets, then so be it, but when your assets are bought and uber round and synthetic, then that’s where I wrinkle up my lovely (real) nose and take pity on the ladies in question.

Don’t get me wrong, each to their own, but I am lucky enough to have natural cleavage and more than enough breast to spill over my tiny dresses for the more daring of clients. I’m not one of your cheap escorts. I know that if I am going to a fantastic Casino in Mayfair or a bar in Park Lane, I will get requests for more flesh on the show, but more often than not, it is classy yet very sexy all the way.

I’ve had many offers for certain types of work due to my natural figure. It’s all very flattering. I meet film producers, writers, photographers and agents, and I’ve always politely declined their kind offers of work. It’s nice, and though one would think that it would be fantastic money, I don’t need it. I do enough role play and dressing up to be whoever is necessary anyway.

And I do play a good page 3 girl. I’ll have you know…

Who says romance is dead?

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I will enjoy afternoon tea at the Ritz with Stefan, a French businessman who delights in all the finest things in life. He has requested the pleasure of a demure, sweet escort lady for some company over tea and sandwiches and then back to his luxury suite in South Kensington.

Stefan is a very high-class man who expects class and expensive taste. He is on business for three days in London, and we have enjoyed a few dates precious to today’s encounter. He always books mid-afternoon, which is his “me-time” as many of his conferences are in the evening, and they are all business, so I cannot join him and impress and wow his colleagues. He is a very private man and feels perhaps, with a close-knit set of co-workers, they would know he is hiring his date, albeit a lovely and professional.

So this morning, I will be coiffing, waxing and plucking to perfection and choosing my most beautiful designer threads for our midday soiree. I chose a fantastic mix of Chanel and Donna Karan with my La Perla underwear, Givenchy scent and London charm.

I enjoy playing the sweet lunch partner who bats her eyelids and nods agreeably while Stefan sets the world to rights. He wants attention and no element of a power struggle because he is the man, and I am the perfect woman. The only advice I offer is that of any places in London that he may want to entertain clients at a classy restaurant in Chelsea or a Casino in Mayfair. I advise only the best, of course, because if his associates are impressed by my recommendations, it may result in a new pair of Jimmy’s for me!

Stefan is the perfect gentleman, and even back at his hotel suite, he treats me like a lady, and I, in turn, treat him like a man. It is all significantly “Gone with the Wind” romantic.
I think he enjoys the comfort and closeness of a more loving relationship for those few hours. Traditional and polite is a concept that a very busy and successful businessman lacks. I, being the fabulous London escort that I am, can certainly inject some intimacy into his time off.

I have a lot of clients like Stefan who ask specifically for the girlfriend experience and just a few hours of feeling like they are in a relationship. I guess it’s what all busy professionals need to give them some “me time”.

I’m in charge…

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I have so many faces as a 24-hour Companion that sometimes I think I have a split personality! Not all my clients want to see the girlie me or have the GFE. Oh no. Some hire my services for a more specialised flavour of date. Some like their duo escorts and fantasies and role-play fun, too…

London is full of diverse tastes and preferences, especially in the City where the pace of life never slows down. If you were to stand still near London Bridge for a moment and watch the commuters, the speed at which they think and travel is quite alarming. But among the suits and briefcases lie many secrets – I know I hold a fair few of them close to my chest.

It never ceases to amaze me how people become aroused by taboo subjects. I make sure I research something thoroughly before I take on a new challenge – just as one would revise before an important exam. I won’t get a second chance to impress so that I can be in front of my laptop for hours the night before. I prefer a few days’ notice to buy props and costumes, although many clients provide me with the entire ensemble to make the process run more smoothly. Most of these men are married but can’t express their fantasies to their wives. I’m more than happy to fulfil a role – it’s another string to my bow.

So, with all of that simmering nicely in your mind, I must turn your attention to Geoff. From the outside, Geoff is your average 50-something family man. However, he comes to my Mayfair flat on a Wednesday afternoon (usually when he has told his secretary he will be on a long lunch) and cleans my flat for me dressed in his Y-fronts and a gingham pinafore. I yell at him every so often, humiliating him if his housework isn’t to my exact specification and call him a useless idiot. He has provided me with a black PVC catsuit and thigh-high boots; my hair must be scraped severely back into a high ponytail, and my lips are glossed blood red. He isn’t allowed to look me in the eye and must always call me “Madam”. I carry a riding crop with me at all times and occasionally give him a whip when the fancy takes me. I can be spiteful, but he seems to like it more when I cause him to yelp.

Geoff’s 90 minutes are usually up when my bathroom is sparkling and my kitchen floor scrubbed. He puts his suit back on, picks up his briefcase and kisses my cheek. If there is time, I may even make him a cup of tea, and he gives me a run down as to what his kids are up to at school. I find the whole scenario pretty surreal, but it makes him happy, and we never discuss it once it’s over.

Erotic humiliation can take on many forms. There are London clubs that specialise in it and are open till very late. Arriving at midnight would still guarantee you four hours of fun, should that be your thing. I’ve visited them a few times (as a guest as you have been a member) to watch, and what an eye-opener! Imagine a basement divided into rooms, each with a different theme. So there you are – I’m not such a pretty, prim miss after all! Remember, I’m paid to be the ideal date – whatever form it may come in.

It’s Not All About The Money…

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You might think living the life of an elite escort is glamorous, thrilling and spontaneous. For the most part, I would agree with you. I like the variation, and I get a high from the thrills and whims of my clients. However, there is also the issue of money – the price a man is willing to pay for the attention of a beautiful woman.

There is nothing seedy about wanting to take a beautiful blonde or busty brunette escort out to dinner in London for a bit of talk, dancing and wine. No one has to know how you met because they wouldn’t necessarily be privy to the truth should they ask. I don’t use a social function as an opportunity to network – that would be uncouth. My clients are often repeat business, or they have stumbled across me whilst browsing the 24-hour Companions website. It’s not as though I have a selection of business cards reading Escort as my chosen profession, ready to hand out at any opportunity. For the time I’m with my date, he is the important one because it is his money we are enjoying, and we only speak about it once in the evening.

That said, I have some regular clients for whom money is not an issue, and they will talk about it till the cows come home. These are the dates that leave me breathless. I can be sunning myself on the deck of a yacht on the shores of Dubai and wonder how on earth I got there! When I have had a champagne breakfast with strawberries and massaged with coconut oil – all in the name of work – I sometimes think I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I have seen so much in so little time, and I can’t say I would have had the opportunity had I decided to take a job in an office elsewhere in the city.

Closer to home, with the sights and sounds of London all around us, who could resist a lavish lunch at the OXO tower with that fantastic view spread out before them? We Londoners sometimes forget how fortunate we are in our daily business. Apart from the attractions, we also have the simplicity of our parks, especially Hyde Park near Bayswater. At this time of year, it is beautiful with all the spring leaves coming out on the trees. I hope I have a client soon who loves to walk around Hyde Park and take in the sights and sounds. I love to have fun with my gentlemen as it helps with our level of intimacy and makes things all the more memorable for him.

So no matter what is being spent and where it is, I know exactly how to get the best from my date – and he gets the best from me – after all, treats aren’t just for birthdays and Christmas…

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.