I know I enjoy shopping through London’s finest boutiques like those hidden treasures in Chelsea and off Mayfair. I do love a designer bag or pair of Jimmy’s and I have to frequent Selfridges for my skin care. My beautiful apartment is furnished in George Nelson and bespoke contemporary pieces found in Unique, Fulham Road. But these things make me happy. And, I can.
I don’t deny that I am well off and I have nice things. I don’t gamble, I have no secret vices apart from shopping and I don’t owe money. I’m one of London’s top elite escorts, I own my property, I live well and I am not ashamed to admit that I love my life. I know my work has a sell-by-date and I can’t carry on in this line of work forever so I have shares, savings and I have my head screwed on right.
I’m also very lucky being a high class London escort that my clients are of a certain class. They are extremely well off businessmen, wealthy celebrities and filthy rich heirs. This doesn’t mean that I sponge off them or demand anything. They are clients and I am professional, not to mention independent for my own finances. I only mention this because I do know the right people to ask financial advice… and the best one of a kind furniture shops and exclusive stores!
Because I feel that I go above and beyond my clients expectations, why not ask them for a titbit regarding the current economic climate if they specialise in such a field?
Today’s date with Clive is “girlfriend experience” normal, so a conversation about the FTSE and global financial shares could come about as we laze around in our smalls at his luxury Knightsbridge home. He has booked an overnighter as he has a rare couple of days off. Clive is an international merchant banker and owns three finance companies overseas. He’s 37 and so attractive. Arrogant of course, but did I mention he is attractive?
He is a complete push over when I have one of my long, toned model legs draped over him as I run my fingers through his chest hair and I do need some updated information on my stocks and shares so to make his unknowing confessions about investor relations worthwhile, I will treat him to a freshly waxed body to die for treat.