In my work as a British escort I take on a number of different roles and responsibilities in order to meet the requests and expectations of my clients. Sometimes I am a tour guide, showing tourists and business travellers around the city, other times I am a therapist, providing an ear for my clients to vent about their work relationships or lives in general, and sometimes I’m a masseuse, relying on my firm yet sensual fingers to help my guys relax. On this one particular occasion, along side my official position as a British escort, I also assumed the role of personal stylist.
This guy seriously needed a new wardrobe and being a bit of a fashionista and a definite shopaholic, I was more than happy to help out. He was a middle-aged guy who had taken great care of himself physically but just fell down when it came to his dress sense. We headed out to one of London’s famous shopping districts and I immediately started picking out outfits for him to try on. I went into the changing room with him and sat outside waiting for him to try stuff on. A couple of times I let myself into his cubicle to help him properly adjust a shirt or tie, I could tell that he was enjoying having me, a British Escort so up close and personal in such a small and rather public space. It wasn’t long before my newly smart, sophisticated and stylish client and I were heading out into the city arm in arm to enjoy dinner and the rest of our evening together.
