My Love for escorting

None of my friends back home would understand why I like to escort. As a matter of fact, I have not told any of my friends back home in Devon that I work for a London escorts service. If they knew, I think that they would be terribly shocked. They would also tell my parents, and perhaps that is the main reason why I have not told any of my friends. It is best to consider working for London escort services of https://escortsinlondon.sx my own personal business. There are times when I feel guilty about that, but I know I am doing the right thing.

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When I first came to London, I was working as a waitress. Back home in Barnstaple, I had trained to be a silver service waitress. In my naivety I thought I would get a job in one of the top restaurants in London. Of course there are jobs in them but many of the jobs pay less than working in McDonalds, you really do have to be careful when you go for a job. But, I suppose I was lucky. I was working in this restaurant when I met my boss at London escorts.

At the time, I was getting on okay, but sharing an apartment with three other girls is not really my idea of fun. When I arrived in London, I had certain dreams and I felt that I would never fulfil them by working in the restaurant business. I started to talk to my now my boss and decided to give London escorts a go. There was no way that I was going to throw in the towel in the restaurant, so I did a couple of shifts for the escort service when I had time off. If you like, it was a good way of easing yourself into the job.

When I had been with our London escorts service for a couple of months, I decided to go for it, and started to escort full-time. It turned out to be the right thing to do. I was earning more money, and expanding my dating diary. Now, I am really busy and I have a lot of regulars to look after. I love it and the nicest thing is that I am actually doing well for myself. Yes, I am still at the flat, but I am saving hard to be able to get my own place. I think I should be able to do that.

I am on track to make some of my dreams come true. It is nice to able to afford to eat well and dress well. So many people who arrive in London really struggle. They cannot figure out of they are going to be able to earn a buck in London. I think that it is easy to arrive in London with a lot of big dreams. If you are not prepared to be flexible, you can easily end up living rough or not finding a job that pays. With London escorts, I don’t have to worry about either. I am happy and at the same time very secure in my job. Also, I have met some very nice interesting gents at the escort agency.

The Naked Truth

Why are we so hung about being naked with others? When I was younger and met a new partner, I used to be a little bit hung up about getting naked with him. Asking around my colleagues here at https://charlotteaction.org/hounslow-escorts Hounslow escorts, it sounds like many of us have had the same problem when we were younger. It was not really until I started to work as a stripper that I started to feel good about my body. It may seem like a strange thing to say, but stripping gave me body confidence.

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Working in a strip club was not the last job I did before I joined Hounslow escorts. I actually managed a private gents club in East London. But before that I used to strip. The first thing the owner of the strip club said to me was that I had a lovely body. I had never thought about at all. The funny thing was that I had gone to the strip club to support my friend. She was looking for a job as a part time stripper to pay off a loan that she had outstanding.

Instead of employing my friend, the club owner asked me if I wanted to work for him. I started to do just dancing on stage in my lingerie to get the confidence to strip. Eventually I noticed that the gents at the club appreciated me and I started to strip. Some of the girls here at Hounslow escorts cannot believe that I used to strip. They all think that I am a little bit too posh for stripping.

I don’t think that I am posh at all, but I did have to get a bit posh for working in the private gents club. Some of the gents who used the club were rather big names in business and that is why I did so well at the club. They looked after me and I looked after them. Many of them admired my body and thought that I would do well in a place like Hounslow escorts. I know that there are lots of escort agencies in London, but since I lived in Hounslow, it would work for me.

At the time, I did feel really good about my body so I decided that I would join an escort agency. The first escort agency that I applied to was Hounslow escorts, and despite not having any previous experience, I did get a job right away. I was not sure that I was doing the right thing. Today, I feel better about my body than ever. The gents that I date at the escort agency really admire my body, and I always make sure that I have nice lingerie on. It makes me feel really confident and I know that it is appreciated. If you want to admire my body give me a call at Hounslow escort services. I am sure that we can have a great time together and lots of fun just the tow of us.

A Night’s Work: One Night In The Life Of A Male Escort

I raised her hand and gave it a soft kiss, like a true gentleman. Her smile betrayed the happiness she derived from being treated so well.

“I had a wonderful time this evening,” I said. “Perhaps sometime I could take you out again?”

She nodded, blushing. We said our goodbyes, and she went inside her apartment. I walked to my car, shaking my head. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder why on earth a woman would pay me to simply take her out for dinner and act like her boyfriend. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but why not get a good fucking while you’re at it?

Some women just want companionship, I guess. These types of clients are probably unique to male escorts, I figured. It seems unlikely a man would pay for only a date, no sex included. However, it was definitely an easy way to make some cash.

I sang along to some crappy pop song on the radio as I drove down the highway. My next client, Shauna, had to be picked up at the airport at 8:45. This would be a more interesting session, undoubtedly.

As I drove up and got in the long line of cars waiting for their family and friends, I spotted the sexy business executive that hired me when she was in town for meetings. I could catch glimpses of her long, smooth legs as the wind blew her coat around. She had dark sunglasses on, her wavy hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, and like usual, she was on her cell phone.

She opened the rear passenger side door and slid in, not saying a word to me. “If his briefing isn’t on my desk by 7:00 tomorrow morning, he won’t be able to find a job mopping fucking floors in this industry. Understand?” It always turned me on hearing her speak so powerfully and confidently, especially knowing I would be balls deep inside her soon.

Hanging up the phone, she went straight to furiously typing, sending emails or texts. As we drove to the Sheraton Hotel, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her in the rear-view mirror. Her pursed lips were bright red and full. My cock was straining against my pants as I remembered the last time those lips slid along my shaft.

We got to the hotel, where she had already reserved a suite. We took the elevator up to the 12th floor, and found our way to the room. She walked directly over to the bed, lifted her skirt, and bent over. I knew what to do.

I quickly put a condom on and entered her from behind. She breathed a sigh of relief as I slid deep inside of her. Slowly, I picked up the rhythm of my strokes, pounding harder and harder. With my left hand, I roughly grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples, just as she liked. My right hand was busy rubbing her clit. I could feel her start quivering and shaking, so I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back as I plowed her, hard.

She started moaning and writhing, begging me to fuck her harder. I pounded as hard as I could, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. I called her a bitch, slut, and whore, knowing that she got off on being the subservient one for once.

She came at least 3 times. When I was finally at my limit, I threw her down on the bed and took my cock out of her well-fucked pussy. I whipped the condom off and blew my load all over her ass.

She lay there, panting. I knew I had given her exactly what she came for, so I put my pants back on and left. I couldn’t think of a better way to make $500 for an evening’s work.

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