This evening, I have a sexy-stranger scenario-style date. A lonely, beautiful woman sits alone at a bar. A sexy, handsome stranger approaches and uses his boyish charm and black AMEX to cheer her up.
Chris is a 40-something married music producer. He’s intelligent, witty, filthy, rich and gorgeous.
I’ve had a working relationship with Chris for two years now. We’ve enjoyed some excellent girlfriend experiences, dates, and night rendezvous’ in London’s Soho, and I have accompanied him on many overseas business trips. Chris is a confessed attention seeker, and what he doesn’t get from his stable life at home, he undoubtedly receives every pennyworth from me as his beautiful high-end escort. Our first meeting was at a private party in a member-only club w; here, we proceeded to get to know each other and allow everyone else to get to know us as we engaged in a not-so-private glass room. Chris could not contain his excitement at being the envy of all these wealthy socialites, basking in the knowledge that they were unaware that his scantily clad partner was an escort.
Tonight, I will sit alone in the Rumi Bar, dressed to impress and sipping a Cosmopolitan. Chris will be strategically placed in the bar with a colleague, talking facts and figures yet mentally undressing me and trying to catch my eye as I look back coyly. He will cut his meeting short and impress his colleague as he approaches the young lady and joins her, waving him goodbye with a smug look. Then he will make a grand show all aroaroupolite he is by joining me and buying me drinks. A couple of hours of outrageous flirting will commence until he leads me outside by the small of my back sug, getting to all and sundry that he is taking me home, of course, he is, back to his hotel room in one of London’s finest. So, looking exquisite yet slightly sad and in need of a companion will be perfected by shopping for a new dress (any excuse) and going to see Mona, my beauty therapist, for some tips on how to get the doe-eyed but sultry make-up effect.
I’m looking forward to visiting London’s Harvey Nichols to purchase that slinky satin Donna Karan with the high yet tasteful split-up side and 5-inch Giuseppe Zanotti sandals.
The excitement of that alone will set me up for the night ahead.
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