POSH ESCORTS: Post by night girls in London

I started out by working as a call-girl in a brothel and I don’t have any great recollections, the brothel had regular punters that usually wanted to fuck the new recruit, the women competed for the clients in a sleazy manner and when you were popular with the punters, it became problematic with the ladies as these same customers had been visiting one of the others before you.The brothel provided outcalls were you went out to the clients home or hotel and though out-calls paid a bit more, they had their discomforts as well. I was sent to hotels and I would have no idea what I would find when I got there, I was often really terrified there was going to be a group of men and I'd end up being gang-raped.I cant recall my very first out-call but I vividly recall the 2nd, it was an out-call to a property in a posh area of Central London, the customer had a very beautiful home in a gated compound, everything in his home was warm, the colors and smells were all neutral with a scent of cinnamon, the entire vibe was so calming I was quickly calmed to my core. He was an extremely handsome man with a soft relaxed smile, his eyes were as sharp as polished chestnuts and he welcomed me with a lovely gentle English accent. He poured me a glass of chilled white wine and even though I was advised never to drink alcohol on the job and definitely not with a new customer, for a combination of reasons I begun by breaking this rule that evening with that customer. Jim was very gentle in his behaviour, he walked me to his bed room and quietly asked if he could tie me up, promising it to be innocent fun, there was something about him that even then, I wasn’t frightened and I allowed, he then went ahead and firmly tied me up…. I had not in my wildest dreams ever seen or thought people would be kinky to that extent, he did things to and with me that I had never seen or believed possible or hygienically proper, I was at his house for about four hours in all and when I finally left, I was sore and bruised all over... I rang the brothel on my way home and told them I was taking a couple of days off work to heal, suprisingly to me, when I got home and counted the money he had given me, I was not sure I would decline if he called to see me again, the two days I was taking out of work had been very well compensated for and much more, but I never saw him again, I presume he was only sent new girls on their first day...

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