My client, despite his impressive education (and inheritance!) he likes the playboy lifestyle and has no intention of making his mother proud and marries anytime soon. He likes his playboy lifestyle, to dress in finery as well as having a Park Lane and Mayfair escort on his arm.
My client and I were greeted at the cordoned off area for the private party. She handed us our first cocktail of the evening – something orange and smelling intoxicatingly of strawberries. Apart from my love for champagne and expensive vintage, I do love Happy Hour at cocktail bars with my friends or with a fabulous client; but there’s something immeasurably seductive about cocktails blended in a clear glass.
As I savoured my cocktail, I took in my surroundings and became mesmerised by the barman shaking, pouring and mixing his way through the customers leaning on the bar. I was so impressed by his ability to recall recipes at will and charm the clientele that I almost forgot I was on a booking as I felt so comfortable in my surroundings.
So after my excitement of the barman and his cocktails I then turned my attention to stroking my client’s ego. I paid him all the best compliments and I meant it as this guy was a real gentleman then I ask very femininely ‘can we go back to his place for a night cap.’ We had been at the venue for a very reasonable two and a half hours; enough to be just tipsy enough to enjoy the rest of the evening ahead.
Now we’re off to Mayfair, chauffeur-driven with a bottle of Crystal to drink on the way…
