Brotherly love...

Tom’s instructions for our date today were to pick where we'd go, decide what I'd wear, and take the lead- and he'd handle the bill. His only main requests were that we spend generously and visit the best spots…oh, and look like a couple in case paparazzi happen to take photos. That means I'll be wearing a wig, because if I’m going to be in the media connected to this rugby star, I definitely don’t want my regular clients thinking their favourite girl has retired!

So, my thoughts are: go shopping for starters. There are many designer stores and one-of-a-kind boutiques that are only accessible to the very privileged. Making Tom feel spoiled rotten by adoring store assistants and knowing he will spend a fortune and be snapped with shopping bags galore will please his agent. Additionally, being seen with a top agency escort, carefully dressed in the unmistakable red-soled Louboutins, a Birkin handbag, and a sexy yet casual ensemble, will further promote his already growing star status. Not trying to look ridiculously gorgeous often works better for wowing clients. Also, my fantastic Bloomsbury of London wig will give me natural-looking red curls with a sexy fringe and definitely won’t get me recognised if I wear my bronze aviators when out and about.

For the main course, we will frequent The Waldorf for a sumptuous dinner and, for dessert, the delights of my boudoir! One thing I loved about this birthday celebration was his eagerness to have a whole escort experience. I am eager to please, as I am an excellent escort.