London escorts might seem like any other type of British escorts, but the truth is, we’re probably having the most fun of them all. We’re a varied bunch, from the cheap London escorts you can have for a few hours, to the luxurious ones that are the queen of your night. Busty escorts, blonde escorts or brunette, Asian escorts or Indian escorts, we have it all.
London escorts have the most fun because we are smack in the middle of the most important centre of the UK. Here, all kinds of people gather, for all purposes known to man, from those driven by greed to those motivated by carnal pleasures. Tourists, businessmen, artists, politicians, we serve all, and all serve us in turn with their presence, time, money, and of course, the experience itself. Needless to say, us London escorts are quite privileged in respect to our sisters in other British cities. Most of us enjoy the sights, the giving and getting of attention, not to mention the many varied places we can go to.
Me? I’m a fun escort to have around, based in East London. And believe me, East London escorts have so many things to do and places to go with their clients!
Why, just yesterday I had a client who, for the entire night, paraded me around all different East London fun locations. It was impressive, really!
He was young, with an adorable stutter, very posh – a new lawyer trying to make his way on the London scene while being away here for lawyer-y business. It surprised me how he could navigate the shark waters of law with that stutter, but who am I to judge?
I got ready for him as I usually do for all of my customers. I like to make myself a beautiful, elegant package of lace and expensive dress. My buxom breasts were exposed by the plunging neckline of the long dress I was wearing, my thin neck accentuated by long earrings exposed by the intricate updo I had. He told me to be elegant, and by gods, I was elegant from head to toe, from the straps of my bra to the lacy transparency of my panties, to the tip of my skyscraper high heels. What can I say, a London escort has to have class.
The guy clearly respected himself, or the firm respected him, because I met up with him in the lounge of his hotel. Expensive place, five-star, chandeliers, carpets so thick my heels sunk into the fabric. It was the London Marriott West India Quay Hotel; my client told me later that it is the preferred spot for all well-off gents passing by in London because of its impressiveness, comfortable opulence, and of course, its service.
After leaving the hotel, we made our way to the Azura Bar Restaurant, located in the Radisson Blue Edwardin, riverside, where we met up with all his other lawyer friends and their…wives, girlfriends, perhaps London escorts? The wonder is that you might never know which is which if you don’t pay good attention. My client’s eyes were either glued to the wonderful view of the Thames, gently cradling the night sky, or to me, gently holding his arm and gluing myself to his side – if he could have such a beautiful view, and feel my breasts pressed against his arm, the better. The drinks at the Azura Bar Restaurant were amazing and my client had fun, and so did I, and all his lawyer friends were impressed with me. Of course, I am not an escort for nothing, I make it my job to impress! But of course, they thought I was just a beautiful young woman he charmed, which I assume was the intention. Win the case in court, win the girl, win the partnership with other bigshot lawyers, I guess.
After drinks there, we tipsily made our way, giggling, to the Quality Chop House. I had never been there before, and I was quite impressed. It looked very cosy, with beautiful tiled floors. It gave a very Victorian feel, and I imagined myself as a beautful 19th century blonde escort amidst Victorian lawyers. Our main guys booked a Victorian pew, which was quite impressive in itself. We feasted on 4 different courses, all splashed with an abundance of wine and laughter. Drunkenly, my client and his friends started arguing about law while I listened attentively, nibbling on the delicious food that had been served.
After, our dear lawyers decided to do some crazy stuff and go clubbing. We were absolutely inappropriately dressed for a night out at a club, the men in suits, and us girls in elegant dresses, but nobody cared. Whoever said lawyers are stiff is a dirty, dirty liar.
They settled for the Book Club, which sounds much more sedated than it is. The place was really nice, with delicious drinks with odd and quirky names, and music that the guys danced on while us ladies, killed by our heels, decided to sit by at the bar. I evaded the imminent questions of how me and my lawyer client met, and continued having fun.
The night ended when one of the lawyers decided it should. He was probably the group leader, the biggest shot of them all by what I heard. As we parted ways at the end of our time together, I realized that being an escort swimming with the London sharks isn’t so bad after all.