I’m an Escort in London and my favourite client and I have developed somewhat of a routine when it comes to our monthly meetings. The routine has developed organically through our many encounters and I love the ease and comfort that comes with knowing exactly what to expect from our time together. Don’t get me wrong, I love the excitement and unpredictability that comes with being a London escort and meeting new clients for the first time, but with this particular guy, the ease and smoothness makes a relaxing change. He’s a talker, this regular client of mine, and funny, which is always a plus and it makes listening to his tales a pleasure. So on the day of our appointments I wait for him on a park bench just a few minutes from his office. We always meet up on a Friday and I know he considers it his treat after a long week at work.
He joins me on the bench, often with a coffee for the pair of us. I now know that when there is no coffee in hand, it means we are going to make a fairly hasty retreat to the hotel room he has booked and get straight to business. He is always impeccably dressed and groomed, and I love the way he pulls his tie effortlessly from his shirt collar and puts it in his pocket as he approaches me on the bench. I know he doesn’t intend it to be, but I find the motion rather seductive, almost a little taster of what I have to enjoy later on. We will chat for a while and when the time is right we make our way to the hotel. Like a true gent he always stands with his arm out, gesturing for me to loop mine through as we walk away arm in arm.
