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What type of woman – or man, for that matter – makes a good escort, you may be wondering? Indeed, it’s a question that crosses the mind of everyone who enters this profession because, of course, it’s not for everyone.

Escorts come from every social class – there are high-class escorts armed with private school educations, and even some girls I know who have studied at Cambridge and Oxford. Then, some girls grew up in council estates and are all too familiar with ‘the underbelly’ of life. Many of the girls here are from Europe or Brazil and have fascinating tales of growing up in a culture that we in Britain can only imagine. There are a couple of Russian girls with the agency whose parents and many others of that generation still have a communist mindset.

As I mentioned, it’s a natural mixing pot, which, of course, makes for fascinating conversation at times.

Not all escorts are single girls, either. Some have partners; others are married, but, like all good escorts, they keep their working and social lives separate. As you would imagine, this isn’t an exceptionally straightforward task, and at times, it can be exhausting; hence, many escorts take month-long breaks to ‘rebalance’ themselves.

Of course, stunningly good looks and a knock-out figure are essential qualities for an escort who aims to attract the opposite sex, after all. But so too is the ability to provide amusing and witty conversation, put on a cheerful front and mix with a wide range of professionals and individuals, many from different cultures to their own.

A top London escort must, therefore, enjoy being with people. She – or he – must also be prepared to play a little acting sometimes. After all, there are times when none of us feels like going off to work, regardless of our profession. In the case of the escort, however, she not only has to appear to be enjoying herself but also entertain her client simultaneously. It’s not an easy task when you’ve already had a difficult day or received some bad news. Maintaining an enticing and entertaining escort personality in the face of this is undoubtedly the mark of a professional escort. And you will find many such escorts right here.

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What a miserable and wet day here in Mayfair, far from yesterday. The sun was shining and beautiful, but we were in England, I suppose. I did think about taking a trip down to Oxford Street to see my sister, but the size of the raindrops falling into the puddles convinced me that staying indoors was a better option.

And what a good job too! I received an in-call from Marcus at 11.30 a.m. asking if I was at home as he desperately needed to see me, and I was all too eager to a) have the company and b) know his fetish for women’s shoes, have him come over and help me. Maybe he could persuade me to keep some and donate others to my auction. By the way, I’ve decided to do that on the last Friday of the month – the 27th – to allow for payday and credit card payments.

Marcus hot-footed it over to me from Bayswater in a taxi. As he shook out his umbrella, he complained that the stormy weather was playing havoc with his bike riding. “I just don’t trust these London motorists”, he said as he bounded up the stairs to my apartment. “They’re absolute maniacs!” I tutted my sympathy, handed him a mug of my finest coffee and pointed him toward the cupboard.

Honestly, you’d have thought all Marcus’s birthdays had come at once. He dropped to his knees and fell upon the boxes of heels, boots and pumps like a man dying of thirst on the banks of an oasis in the desert. I hardly got a word out of him for ten solid minutes.

Between us, we caressed and licked (Marcus), sorted and stacked (me) the contents of my shoe cupboard in readiness for the auction. We managed to weed out the ones I wear from the ones I definitely would never wear again, and I let Marcus keep a couple of pairs for the odd lonely night. In return, he told me to grab my coat as it was past lunchtime, and he wanted to treat me to “something delicious” from a celebrity restaurant. Armed with my Burberry Mac and designer umbrella, how could I possibly refuse? I’m a very lucky escort 😉

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I love going to the races. Something is exciting about Royal Ascot and Ladies Day (I have tickets this year for 21st June!) in a wide-brimmed-hat-and-suede-shoes kind of way. Half the fun (apart from betting) is celebrity spotting and seeing who came the best and worst dressed. The tabloids can’t possibly love it half as much as I do.

Tomorrow, I am off to Epsom in Surrey for a private hospitality event. I’m being chauffeured there and back by Clive, my well-to-do horsey friend. Clive and his friends breed thoroughbred racehorses and race them publicly and privately for vast sums of money. Put it this way: I couldn’t put a “tenner on each way” in that circuit.

Clive and I met at Newmarket last August. I was sipping Pimms with a group of fellow 24-hour Companions. We weren’t drawing attention to ourselves in any way, but, as if by magic, the waiter came over and presented us with three bottles of champagne. As we followed his gaze across the room, we spotted a group of gentlemen (a direct ratio of them to us) laughing and joking together. One of them raised a glass to us, and we waved gaily back. Within ten minutes, we chatted away like old friends and went to dinner with them back in London at Wild Honey on St George’s Street.

Each of us was spoilt rotten, and Clive seemed to take a shine to me. Although we don’t spend a lot of time together, if he needs a dazzling brunette on his arm for an event, I get a call. In the interim, I learned a few horse-racing terms and tips that put me in good standing should anyone ever question me. It’s all about learning, you see?

With my well-educated client, I am sure to put on a few bets that will come up trumps for me, and Clive certainly knows that he has a certain chance with me.

So, if you needed a special girl in London to accompany you to the races, our ladies certainly know how to dress in their finest attire, which will never look out of place. They will turn heads with their beauty and sophistication, and perhaps even bring you some luck at the races.