Know your limits

There's only so much one can take of seeing celebrities in the paper stumbling out of clubs and bars in the wee hours of the morning looking worse for wear. Frequenting the exclusive establishments myself, I see them first-hand looking terrible. Nine times out of 10, it's not the paparazzi catching the shot at the right moment of the star blinking; it's that they look half-cut. How they must feel that millions of people have seen their underwear and make-up dribbling down their cheeks is beyond me. I make a point of always looking and feeling immaculate, and I think it's essential to know your limits, especially when out with clients. 

Don't get me wrong, as a top escort in London, I enjoy visiting the increasingly popular haunts in Mayfair and Knightsbridge. I have a glass of champagne or two, but I know my limits. Also, I eat very well before I touch a drop of alcohol. It will simply not do to feel lightheaded at the mere sniff of an alcopop, and I will not tolerate a hangover, so what's the point? I have a vibrant enough personality to cope in any social situation without the aid of any form of supposed stimulant.

My client for the evening, Michael, is a finance investor with a diverse portfolio of properties, ranging from a cottage in Surrey to a prestigious apartment block in New York. He is very cocky and self-assured, but he is also very generous and likes to wine and dine me, buy me gifts and ply me with champagne. Turning down a client's offer is never right, and Michael doesn't take no for an answer. Therefore, I have to be careful when I know we are going somewhere with a bar... which is near enough everywhere! 

We recently went to a Casino in Chelsea, and I had to let the fizz touch my lips and look as though I was drinking after he poured me a third glass. I got away with it as he gambled with some of his buddies. However, having perused most drinking holes in the City, I know the barman well enough to wink, and they learn to give me something non-alcoholic. I can't afford to be sloppy or settle for anything less than perfect for my clients. When you know your limits, the night always goes a lot better. 

Plus, I want to avoid knicker-flashing until I am alone with my man—unless he likes the public display!