Why did I become an escort girl? Interesting question and one I wasn’t fully sure about myself when I first started working in this field. I know now though. But more of that later.
My interest in escort services was piqued while working behind the bar serving cocktails in a Mayfair hotel bar. I’d see these beautifully dressed and made-up ladies arriving in a puff of some expensive perfume I could never name, meeting smartly-dressed and charming men.
The men always had a huge smile on their faces when they saw their female date. They’d then spend the rest of the evening treating the woman they’d just met as if she was as fragile as a piece of cut glass – removing their coat, pulling out their chair whenever they wanted to go to the powder room and insisting on them ordering drinks every time. They did a lot of this while gently stroking the women’s wrists and weaving fingers with her every now and again.
With some of the couples I was transfixed. I remember telling a colleague that was the kind of relationship I was looking for – one based on what was obviously respect and a kind of ‘prizing’ of the other person. He just smiled and moved away.
It was only later, after falling into conversation with one of the escort ladies, one particular evening that I learned all was not as it first appeared. The women worked at a number of London Escort Agencies. At first I was disappointed; another blow to my ideal of the perfect romance. But the more I thought about the whole concept of escorting, the more I appreciated its value to both the escort girl and her client.
Having watched the escorts come in to the bar and meet their clients for around 10 months I was encouraged by how smoothly – and happily – these ‘met-ups’ always seemed to go. There were no expectations it appeared, it was all about enjoyment and fun. No-one was judging anyone and in fact, if they were it was for all the right reasons ie the women always looked absolutely stunning and some of the men could have auditioned for film roles.
It was no surprise then to find myself knocking on the door of an upmarket London Escort Agency one sunny spring morning.
