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I looked at the face staring at me in the photograph and could not believe my eyes. I knew this guy. This new client who booked through the agency had been at my school, but he was two years older than I. His name was Andy but I could not remember his surname. I was […] more

I have almost forgotten what it is like to have a candlelit meal. Vlad, one of my Russian clients, was in London for three days. I assumed he would be out with three women; one on each night, but I was pleased that I was being taken to one of the best restaurants in the […] more

Lauren was a fashion buyer with an attraction for female escorts who loved to look through my wardrobe whenever she came round. She used to be a client of the agency, but now I bought samples and the odd item of funky clothing from her. We chilled out and drank coffee as we caught up [&h more

I had a dilemma or should I say an escorts nightmare and needed some advice. I had a Greek shipping magnate arriving in London for one night only and I had received a call that he would be a day late. He was my client and the hotel he was staying in had no rooms […] more

“I love the heat between a man and a woman when there is prior knowledge of their touch, the feel of their lips on your skin, the way they can turn you on in ways you both know, even if there is no emotional involvement.” That was the parting shot from Richard, as I changed [… more

Martin was a new acquisition. I gathered from his conversation that Cindy an escort friend from the agency, had serviced him at some point. I even remembered Cindy telling me about a guy she almost fell for and I was sure his name was Martin. I couldn’t check the booking history, but I more

Julie was a career woman who had no time for girlfriends or boyfriends. She had me come round to her office once a month for a good time, as that was what she liked. So there she was all dressed up in suit, stockings and tights, no knickers, and with her legs wide open waiting […] more

I was late for my date. I had met Menno, a tall Dutchman, at a bar in south west London the week before. This had been my friend’s last booking before she went on maternity leave. Now I was holding the fort and trying to keep my business ticking over too. Menno had only wanted [&hellip more

Lucas met me at the Thai restaurant on the high street near my flat. He had blonde curly hair, a nervous smile and his accent was clearly South-West London, plummy but not too deep.   I never asked about his story as we tucked into Thai fishcakes with a sweet chilli sauce. I never a more

I am not ageist, but the call from Maisie made me wonder if this old gal was looking for a different type of service. After listening to her vague request, I was hoping she didn’t want me to do her ironing. In fact the notion of “servicing her partner” could mean almost anything. I more