Whatever takes your fancy

As an international escort, I meet all kinds of people worldwide. From New York to Hong Kong, Milan to Malbourne. TalMelbourneort men, confused women and the odd married billionaire; nothing fazes me. As an elite escort, I revel in diversity, and in the amount of time that I have been doing this, very little has shocked me or made my eyebrows shoot into my back pocket. Whatever takes your fancy, I say; I am immune to shock, or so I thought. 

The Music Mogul

I went out on a first date with Marco some time ago when he founded a new record label. He got to mix with some big stars and was so incredibly busy he didn't have time to find his special someone. Therefore, he sought my services and, residing in Mayfair, found my location very convenient. He took me to his label launch party and thrust me into the celebrity world. I was taken aback by his penchant for new and existing acts. Furthermore, I was pretty impressed by his diverse music tastes, or at least I was at first. 

So, with date number one complete and afters at a top Knightsbridge hotel, he told me he would call me and arrange some more rendezvous'. 

I'll tell you a little about the man in the music. He's 43, stunningly handsome, charming, witty and clever—a London man, born and bred and incredibly wealthy. For example, Marco owns homes in Mayfair, Hereford and Surrey in the UK. Furthermore, he also has an exquisite villa in the South of France and two studios in New York. His music library in his Mayfair penthouse is eclectic and exciting, and he likes to keep things old school. I spent a long time looking at the rows of CDs, not what I expected to find, but whatever takes your fancy, and I guess it makes sense.

The Artist In Me

So, in my unshockable state, I didn't think anything of it when Marco asked me to come to his study and perch on the edge of his desk. Whilst he loaded up his state-of-the-art computer, he told me that he wanted to show me some artists he loved on YouTube.

I thought it was pretty sweet that he got so excited, and his face turned goofy/childlike as he typed into the search engine... "Best X Factor auditions". Up popped millions of reality TV gold, and Marco was in his element. He had discussed with me previously what I should wear: underwear to match pop, rock and soul music. I had picked out my finest from Selfridge's new designer display, and I had no idea I would be checking my Dirty Pretty Things camisole to some unknown artist's version of Billie Jean. 

Whatever takes your fancy, I guess. As lovely as some of the artists voice' are, the audience clapping at the end of their performances sure does put a girl off her stride...well, almost!