Brotherly love...

Tom’s instructions for my date with him today were to choose where we would go, what I would wear, and take complete control, but he would pay. His only specific requirements were that we spend a lot of money and go to the best places in Central London…oh, and look like a couple if the paparazzi decide to take pictures. This means wearing a wig because if I’m going to be in the media and be associated with this rugby star, I don’t want my regular clients to think their favourite London escort has retired!

So, my thoughts are: go shopping for starters. There are many designer stores and one-of-a-kind boutiques that only the very privileged are aware of. 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 found strange about this birthday celebration was the men’s eagerness to have a whole escort experience. I am eager to please these Brothers, but I do as I’m told, like the excellent escort I am.