Last Night of the Proms Ends With A Bang
When one of my clients asked me to accompany him to this prestigious event, there was no way I’d be able to refuse.
Working as a high-class Kensington escort means that I’m used to mixing with people at the very top of London society, and I get to attend some great events with my clients. I’ve been to sell-out plays in top London theatres, enjoyed evenings at the opera and even accompanied a client to a film première! I just love to get out and take in all of the incredible culture that’s on offer in the capital. When a client got in touch to say that he needed a plus-one for the Last Night of the Proms, I was incredibly excited. I’d never been before, and couldn’t wait to meet up with my date and have a great time.
The client who booked me for the date was called Marcus. We’d been on a few dates before, although we hadn’t had a chance to meet up for a few months. I was so excited to see him again, and he promised that this would be our best date yet. Now, the dress code for the Proms is a little more relaxed than it was years ago – but you can never stop me from glamming up! I knew that Marcus was a fan of curvy ladies, so I wanted to accentuate my toned hourglass figure. I went for a classic little black dress that clung to my curves and showed just a hint of cleavage. I wanted to show Marcus that he had plenty to look forward to once the show was over.
I met Marcus just a short walk away from the Royal Albert Hall. It was a beautiful September evening, and it was so good to see him again. We made our way to the venue and caught up a little. He’d been working in America for a long time, but was back in London for the foreseeable future. He’d wanted to combine his two loves for this special evening – beautiful music and beautiful women. He’s quite the charmer, I’ll tell you that! As we made our way to our box for the performance, he placed his hand on the small of my back and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I can’t begin to tell you how much of an incredible experience the evening was. From start to finish, the music was beautiful – and the surroundings of the Royal Albert Hall made it all the more special. As the evening drew to a close, I asked Marcus where we’d be heading to next. He said that we’d be going back to his hotel for the night – and he’d booked a room at one of the best ones in London.
When we did make it back to his hotel room, I told Marcus to sit down in one of the plush armchairs by the window. He raised his eyebrows, but did as he was told. I stood in front of him and told him that the show was far from over. In fact, I was about to treat him to a finale that he’s never forget. I slipped out of my black dress and clad just in my underwear, sat on his lap. “Now,” I said playfully. “Do you have any requests?”