It was a balmy summer’s evening. When I close my eyes to relive that night (as I often do!) I can still feel the warmth of the air as I walked up the stairs and out of the London tube station and onto the streets above. I was wearing just a plain t-shirt, which was strange for me. I tend to be tightly and neatly stuffed away in a perfectly tailored suit. The ambitious, successful and sophisticated business man. That’s the way people see me, and to be honest ever since my working class upbringing, that’s all I ever wanted to be. Not this night though. This night I wanted to regress back to a carefree adolescent. Not a care in the world, or a thought for the future. Just a young man enjoying the moment, that’s what I had planned for this memorable evening.
As I navigate the streets of the city I had come to know like the back of my hand, I recalled the pictures of the 24 hour escort I had carefully chosen from the online gallery. I tried to remember every detail of the woman who had looked seductively back at me from the confines of the computer monitor in my office. That dark hair that’s so typical of Latina women, her incredible curves that matched her well toned body and that smile with piercing eyes that seemed to be screaming for me to choose her. I walked past a pub bursting with city folk spilling out of the doors and onto adjacent street. I could hear some music and the general noise of people excitedly chatting and embracing the Friday night atmosphere. I thought about going in for a quick drink. Maybe I needed something to steady my slowly building nerves. I glanced down at my watch and decided against it. I didn’t want to be late. I had a time limit after all and wanted to make the most of every minute. It’s not everyday that you get to relive your wild youth with a 24 hour escort.
