My Life as a High Class Escort
My mother and father, despite their obvious liberalism, would be mortified to learn what I do. My father was the senior vice president of a giant British consumer goods group; that is how he met my mother. Soon after my birth in France, they relocated to London; when I was 7, they moved to Geneva. I spent the rest of my childhood in Switzerland and France, and I met my first love when his relatives visited mine in the Alps. They conducted a secret long distance relationship for seven years but led our families to believe they were lovely friends. You could ay that set the precedent for my current trysts.
Let me describe: I am a high-class escort. There are not plenty of us around; most of the demand is for sex-by-the-hour services. There are a few girls who focus exclusively on long-term companionship, & there's those who tend to retire by the time they reach their mid-30s. I am hitting my stride.
The elite escort divides her time among several lovers. They are differentiated from other working girls by her intellect, beauty, class, charm, honesty, humour, style, and sex appeal. Her talent lies in providing companionship and seduction on some of levels. Being a courtesan is not about the money and the sex, though it is about the excitement and the experiences. The majority of my clients are beautiful men in their 30s. Five is a fund manager for an Asian bank. Another is a Hollywood producer. Five is the founder of a massive high-tech company. A few are in real estate, a couple are CEOs, and most are entrepreneurs. Their company accounts are so vast that it is easy to conceal me among their expenses.
I charge almost $9000 per day, with a minimum two-day booking, and I keep my rates high so I'm not hassled on a daily basis. I see just one client a month, and that's perfect! If I did this once a week, it would become routine. I don't see what I do as illegal; because what I'm getting paid to do is travel, or do I separate the sex and the lifestyle. I enjoy the seduction; that's what it's about.
So how did this happen? It occured out of curiosity. I moved to the U.S. when I was 21 and earned a degree in materials science from an Ivy League university. I began work as a chemical engineer and found myself in pseudo-relationships with wealthy boyfriends. They had high expectations of the role a woman should play: experienced, but not too experienced; smart, but not smarter than them. I became disillusioned by what a modern-day partnership was and longed to experiment. I sought advice online from women in the sex business; one of them, a courtesan, became my mentor. From her I learned the rules of conduct from handling financial transactions to distancing myself emotionally, as well as negotiating my way through the screening process. I talk extensively and exchange photographs with clients before we meet. If there isn't any chemistry, I don't even bother. I don't do crass, and the guys who contact me generally have the class not to mention sex. If sex were their primary motivation, they could easily just hire someone by the hour.
I'm not a supermodel, but I am attractive. I have a great body, memorable features, and long, dark hair. My look is always occasion-driven. In the summertime, I go for Missoni; for partying, I like Roberto Cavalli and Michael Kors. My biggest indulgence is shoes-Stuart Weitzman, Prada, or Jimmy Choo.
My selling point is my intellect. I speak four languages and have a wide variety of passions to bring to the table. I read the Financial Times, The Wall Street Journal, and The Economist, and I research a client's industry and interests in-depth before I meet him. Two-thirds of all my clients are repeats, and they tell me a lot about their personal lives and problems. I see myself as something of a psychoanalyst, and if you look at it that way, I'm not actually that expensive.
It took me about nine months to cement my reputation, from creating my persona via my website to forging virtual relationships with clients. I was fortunate enough to have clicked with the first man who contacted me-he was charming, handsome, in his early 40s, and from a well-known British family. We spent a few days wine tasting in Napa Valley, CA, and the entire experience was so positive that it encouraged me to continue as a courtesan. If he hadn't been so sweet, I might have given up. Initially, I did this in tandem with my day job, but it became too hard to balance the two. So I struck a deal with my employer to work solely on a project basis, which is something I have continued to this day.
My fascination with this lifestyle started when I was young. I remember reading about the Profumo Affair [a political sex scandal that rocked the U.K. in the early 1960s] when I was 12 and being completely captivated. Later, I followed the Heidi Fleiss case fanatically and became inspired by historical personalities, such as the 16th-century Venetian courtesan Veronica Franco.
About 40 percent of my clients are British, and half of them are expats based in the U.S. The rest live in the U.K.-of these, the single guys fly me into London, while the men with families generally come to America. They can't justify a two-day absence on their own turf, but when they're away on business, it's a different story.
In the days leading up to an appointment, there are certain rituals I like to undertake. I do yoga and get a manicure, pedicure, waxing, and facial. I always buy new lingerie-last year alone I spent more than $7000 on La Perla, Agent Provocateur, and Wolford. I stay in a luxury hotel the night before to relax and feel pampered. The preparation is as much about putting me in the right place mentally as it is physically. The men I meet love to surprise me. Typically, they will send a driver to pick me up from the airport when I arrive, and sometimes I'll find a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of champagne. Often, they will send me for a massage while they're out doing their own thing.
My favourite beach in the world is in Hawaii and totally inaccessible by land. I also love New York's Trump International Hotel & Tower, because the concierge there can pull off the near-impossible: Last time I visited, she found us a table, that night, at Thomas Keller's exclusive Per Se restaurant. Another of my clients owns a stunning penthouse overlooking the Thames. The building staff never asks questions; once, they opened the pool for us at 4 a.m. Another great date was to a luxury ski resort in France, staying at the Aman Resort Le Melezina hotel you can ski into and out of, which has bathtubs with views of the mountains. I've also enjoyed yachting in the Mediterranean and racing Ferraris in Monaco. And it's always nice being flown home in a private Gulf Stream jet. The men I meet like expensive toys-I suppose I fall into that category, so spending $25,000 on a tryst with me doesn't seem like that much to them.
I've forged some amazing friendships through this business. I will sometimes stay longer than I'm paid to; if I really hit it off with someone. I correspond with authors, political journalists, and even a former Bush aide, all of whom see me as their muse. I've received hundreds of inquiries from women who want to do this; however, the market is small and hard to penetrate.
Being a high class escort isn't something that you can do for a elongated time. You can meet individuals who are extremely talented and compatible with you in a variety of ways, but you still have to uphold a distance. Sometimes, if you're having a wonderful trip and you forget there is a financial motive, reality can come back and bite you both. It is a nonstop process of breaking down barriers, then having to rebuild them. And there are times when I feel that having to be constantly emotionally detached is just too much.
I consider this stage in my life to be a learning curve. I don't know when I'll retire. It could be in two months or two years, but when I feel that one day is becoming the same as the next, I will probably pack my suitcase and head back to Europe to rejoin the rat race. ~ |
