I woke this morning in a white fluffy cloud, well that’s not entirely the truth but that is exactly how I would imagine it would feel like. Let me explain, I had been booked for an overnight escort appointment as the guest of an international businessman who desired some female companionship during his stay in London. He had booked a suite of rooms at The Dorchester, the Oliver Messel suite in fact, with its ornate furnishings and beautiful drapes however even the Bang & Olufsen entertainment centre could not hold his attention for long and he was soon longing for some human attention. Cue my arrival.
As I arrived at the suite I was greeted by my date who had considerately ordered a wonderful 3 course meal with champagne. The table was a masterpiece and we feasted on Tempura prawns, whole Dover sole and hazelnut meringue with balsamic infused strawberries. The conversation was light and flirty and we had a great deal of fun together discussing everything under the sun and more. Thinking back on it now, I realise that this lifestyle is not something to which many girls my age can experience. I am twenty four and hold a degree in computer studies however tapping a keyboard soon became boring and I looked for something a little more adventurous which could accommodate the lifestyle I hankered for. Escorting was the answer for me and looking around this prestigious suite of rooms at the Dorchester only confirms my decision.
My date has already left the suite as he is attending a business meeting however he has requested that I stay longer and have lunch with him. He has given me carte blanche (and a stuffed envelope) to wander the local shops in the Mayfair and Park Lane vicinity whilst he is gone so I think I may pick him up a little present to thank him for his generosity, plus of course, any gorgeous little trinkets I might spot along the way!
I slid out from between the pure Egyptian cotton sheets and padded leisurely to the bathroom pausing to read the leaflet placed on a small console table promoting the Dorchester Spa. I decided to forego the shopping and spend the afternoon taking advantage of the ‘Pampering on Park Lane’ offer, well one should take advantage of these things I thought. As I showered I thought about the Dorchester manicure, deluxe facial, aromatherapy steam room, relaxation room and afternoon tea at the Spatisserie and wondered if I could be cheeky enough to fit in a deep tissue massage before my date would return, I would play it by ear.
The afternoon flew past on a wave of tranquillity, I was massaged, relaxed, glowing and tingling all over by the time I returned to the rooftop suite. The sun was shining and it was actually a beautiful afternoon in London. Despite being situated on busy Park Lane, noise from the streets below did not filter up to the suite and my cloud of peace continued as I waited for my date to return. I flicked through various couture magazines thoughtfully provided by the hotel and allowed myself a small smile of happiness that I had chosen this path for my lifestyle.
*Note: This is story is fictional and does not represent the identity or actions of any real people