Does everyone still hanker after a game of tennis now that we Brits are finally Wimbledon trophy holders again? Watching Andy Murray on Centre Court last month, strawberries and Pimms in hand, reminded me a rather amusing tennis experience I had some years ago.
As staff at one of the Elite escorts in London, my dates – as you’d imagine – can be extremely varied. Mostly, my clients want to take someone to an event or out for dinner and the theatre. But other requests pop up from time to time.
One particular client wanted me to play tennis with him. I keep myself pretty fit (believe me, you have to be in shape for this job) and I do a bit of running, but I hadn’t played tennis since my school days. Nevertheless, nothing ventured nothing gained, I thought.
My client was a bit of fitness fanatic and explained there was nothing better at de-stressing after a day of non-stop meetings than whacking a ball around a tennis court. Well, he’d already booked a court in Holland Park and there was no backing out so we set about firing shots at each other.
Two hours later I’d lost the game, but not by a huge margin. And as I walked back to the changing room my muscles ached in all the right places. I was a little reluctant to take off my cute white tennis dress as it certainly showed off my legs to perfection (which I’m sure my client noted too). Could that be why there wasn’t much of a difference in the final score?
Anyhow, it was one of my more unusual client meetings and certainly one of my favourites. Thanks to all that running around, we certainly worked up an appetite for all manner of things later on. No doubt about it, Elite London Escorts certainly keeps me on my toes.
