Rushing and Russia

I’m often asked as one of the elite London escorts how I manage to stay unemotionally attached to my clients.

But really it’s not difficult if you perceive my profession as just that – a profession and a means of earning a livelihood; and an exceedingly interesting and well-compensated one at that. You’ll certainly never hear me complain on that score.

But when the shoe is on the other foot (ie the client becoming emotionally attached) well, it tends to be a bit of a different story. I’m only writing this because I’ve heard of two similar tales from fellow escorts within the past two weeks, of clients getting a bit ‘too romantic’ and carried away as it were – despite their marital status.

I’d like to point out that as an escort we’re not available and not ready to fall for the first prince charming with equity that comes along. I don’t know why certain clients think this is the case. Most of my clients know the score and stay within the boundaries. It’s usually the clients who haven’t had much experience of meeting with escorts that get carried away by their own ego.

I’d just like to use this forum to say right here that working as one of the elite escorts in London I’m an independent, confident and very self-assured woman who has the financial means to have a very nice lifestyle thank you very much. I’m not some sort of princess who is just waiting for Prince Charming to come along and ‘rescue’ her.

*Sigh* now I’ve got that off my chest, what sort of week have I had? Not a bad one at all. The first three days were spent in Tenerife where I have a regular client (well, regular as in once every three months) who lives in a gorgeous marble-tiled apartment in the south of the island. He’s planning to move to Bodrum in Turkey and I can’t wait! Apparently there’s a large, very rich Russian contingent across there and the country itself is becoming the ‘go to’ area for the nouveau rich. Now that’s bound to be some party scene. Count me in is what I say…

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