Business is Business

I take great pride in the relationships I build with my clients. Over time, you start to recognise familiar faces, favourite jokes, shared tastes in music, food, fashion, and even holidays. Sometimes, the natural chemistry between us is undeniable; there’s an easy, playful flirtation that feels as comfortable as slipping into a pair of well-worn heels. I can be genuinely attracted to a client’s personality—the way he listens, the way he laughs, the way he treats the staff at a restaurant. But business is business, and what we share is, by its nature, purely sexual, not emotional. That’s the framework, the unspoken contract, and it suits them down to the ground as well. They know exactly what they are paying for: an experience, not a future.

Fantasies vs. Reality

In all my time doing this work, I have never had a client seriously ask me to leave my job, abandon my independence, and run away with him so he can fill my life with love and luxury. Fantasies get whispered sometimes, of course—grand promises murmured over champagne or in the warm blur after an orgasm—but they dissolve with the morning and the payment. Most of my regulars, at some point, have confided that they would love to have a woman like me in their life permanently. They imagine me as the glamorous partner on their arm at dinners, the confidante who understands them better than their colleagues or ex-wives. They say things like, “If only I’d met you years ago,” or “You’re exactly the kind of woman I should have married.”

That’s when I gently but firmly steer them back to reality. I always tell them my first love is Jimmy Choo, and my second love is Mr Gucci himself; those bonds will never be broken. My heart belongs to beautiful leather, exquisite stitching, and the perfect heel height—a devotion that never cheats, never lies, and never forgets my size. This usually makes them laugh, and as a result, they backtrack before saying something silly like, “I could change your mind,” or, “What if I gave you everything you wanted?” They realise I’m not waiting to be rescued; I’m already exactly where I want to be.

When Clients Mistake Service for Love

My fellow London escorts have had similar experiences. In fact, the stories in this business could fill entire novels. One gorgeous international travel escort I know recently went on a superb four-day luxury trip to Dubai with a long-term client. He spared no expense: business-class flights, a suite with floor-to-ceiling views of the skyline, dinners in Michelin-starred restaurants, private drivers, shopping trips, VIP tables in exclusive clubs, and lazy afternoons by the hotel pool. He showered her with compliments, treated her with old-fashioned charm, and tried very hard to blur the line between a paid fantasy and a real romance.

She played her part perfectly, of course. She told him all the right things: that she loved their time together, that he made her laugh, that she felt special around him, and that she genuinely hoped he would call again so they could build on their shared experiences. For her, it was the truth within the boundaries of the arrangement. For him, it became something else entirely. He took her warmth and professional affection to mean, “I love you; let’s have a long and happy life together.”

When the trip ended, and they were back in the real world—no skyline views, no champagne breakfasts—he decided to confess his feelings. He talked about changing his life, about making her his partner, about introducing her to his family. She had to stop the fantasy dead in its tracks. She gently but clearly told him that, as far as she was concerned, he was a valued client and, at best, a work colleague she genuinely liked, but nothing more. She certainly had never promised a fairy-tale ending. In that moment, her Mr Hopeful became Mr Embarrassed, and he had to face the uncomfortable truth that he’d written an entire love story in his head from a script that was never on offer. Business is business; it always has been and always will be in this game, no matter how pretty the setting or how generous the gifts.

Loving the Moment, Not the Man

That’s why you must be absolutely clear with a client that what you love is the moment and the experience—not the man himself. You can adore the chemistry, the banter, the thrill of slipping into a role for a few hours, but you don’t confuse that with genuine, long-term emotional attachment. Clarity protects both of you. It keeps him from building castles in the air, and it keeps you from being dragged into emotional labour you never agreed to.

Luckily for me, I’m naturally articulate, and I’ve learned how to draw those boundaries with a smile. With one client in particular, I know that if I ever even hinted at serious romantic interest, he would run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. The thing he enjoys most about me is precisely the lack of real emotional obligation. With him, everything is cleanly defined and delightfully uncomplicated.

We can go out for dinner in a beautiful restaurant where the staff know us as “that glamorous couple” who always order champagne. We can hold hands as we walk through the city at night, my heels clicking on the pavement and his fingers resting lightly on my lower back. We can lean into each other as we sit at the bar, share private jokes, and look, from the outside, like any other couple lost in their own little world. We can smooch as we dance in some great clubs, my lipstick on his collar and his hands on my waist, and for those hours, we both fully inhabit the fantasy. Then the evening ends. We say goodnight; he goes back to his life, and I go back to mine. There are no dramatic goodbyes, no tears, no late-night messages asking where we stand. I simply wait for him to call again and book the next escape from reality.

Clients, Commitment, and Convenience

Most of my clients don’t have girlfriends or wives in the picture—at least not ones they talk about—and they use my service specifically to avoid commitments beyond their jobs. They’re often men whose lives are already full to the brim: demanding careers, endless emails, business trips, networking events, pressure from families, and the constant expectation to perform and succeed. They don’t want another emotional responsibility. They don’t want to negotiate about toothbrushes in the bathroom or who forgot to buy milk. They just want a few hours when they can switch off the performance, be seen and touched, and then walk away without having to explain themselves.

This suits me perfectly. I’m not looking to be anyone’s full-time emotional support system. I’m not interested in playing house or pretending that a handful of dates can turn into a love story. Instead, I continue a long, devoted affair with my designer names.

My True Love: Designer Labels

Shopping is my true love: the cool hush of a boutique, the rustle of tissue paper, the way a new pair of heels transforms my posture, or how a perfectly cut dress can make me feel invincible. These are relationships I can trust. Bags don’t lie, shoes don’t cheat, and a well-made coat will always keep you warm.

So long may it continue. As long as there are men who crave connection without commitment, and as long as there are new collections arriving in stores, I’ll happily play my part. I’ll keep my heart where it belongs—in my wardrobe and on my own terms—while I give my clients exactly what they came for: a beautiful illusion, clearly defined, thoroughly enjoyed, and gracefully left behind at the door.