Kinky La Rue

I’m looking forward to being among good company with some of the best ladies in the business, including the divine Miss M, Melody, our maid, who always makes me laugh. I’m arming myself with a bottle of champers to break open between ourselves to toast my last party and of course I went to Marks yesterday to pick up some spare stockings…..and some bakewell tarts,lol. It’s going to be a good couple of days.

The party list is a mixture of regulars, returners (from last year) and newbie clients. I really am looking forward to it. It looks like a low-key affair tonight, but tomorrow is gearing up to be nice and busy.

If I haven’t managed to persuade you to join in on one of our dos, you know you’re welcome to come and see me outside of the party hours; between the hours of 4 and 6.30pm later on today, or anytime after 3pm on Thursday, or before 11.30am if you’re an early bird. I did have a booking for Thursday evening at 6 but that’s now been cancelled, so my after party diary is now open. Shorter bookings are welcome.

I won’t be back at Victoria until Saturday now, I’m taking a well-earned rest on Friday, obviously recovering from our shennagins.

And don’t email me gents, I won’t have my puter with me on this occassion. It’ll be better to give me a call.

Otherwise wish me luck for a successful two-day party.

The diversity of tastes and kinks that vary from booking to booking.

Last night I had to play a seductress; a receptionist having my way with the office supply guy. The twist? I had to wear a pair of cream leg-warmers over my stockings and suspenders. Think Fame or ballet dancers. I also had to seduce him some more whilst he wore a blind fold which was….a leg warmer.

Loved it! In 7 and a half years to encounter a new kink. I didn’t think there was anything left out there I hadn’t heard of before.

Thanks “G”, for opening my eyes even wider.

Unusual in that, thank goodness, this isn’t something that happens every day. In fact, in seven years, this was my first time dealing with this. Please bear with me, it might turn into a long ‘un. Better still, get yourself a cuppa and make yourself comfy. This’ll be a novellete.

Yesterday I was able to take a same day booking for 2.30pm. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. The only other plans I had was to shorten some net curtains for the living room.  So yeah, shorten curtains, or go out and have some sex? Not a hard choice to make. The client mentioned that he wasn’t too far from Victoria and I asked if he knew where a couple of landmarks were. The first he didn’t know, the second one (a pub) he did. So I arranged for him to call me when he got there.

I get myself ready and off I go to the train station to get the train into Victoria. I arrive in plenty of time as I normally do to get into my stockings and sussies, put the lippy on and whack the contact lenses in so I can see who I’m groping. Then tousling my hair a bit to give it that come join me in bed look.

I then waited for 2.25 when the client, “Alan” I’ll call him,  was due to call me from the pub to let me know he was there. 2.25 came and went, no phone call. I waited until 2.35 then gave up when I didn’t hear anything. It was obvious he had changed his mind and I thought I may as well get ready and if I hurried I’d catch the 14.53  train back home.

I made my way to the station and just missed the .53. No problem, I thought, I’ll catch the .03. As I was about to get my ticket out and go through the barrier my work phone rang, displaying a landline number. It was Alan, who had just arrived at the pub. He said he had a devil of a time finding it, which I thought was a little strange given that he had said in our initial phone conversation that he knew where it was. I asked him if he didn’t have a mobile phone so he could’ve kept in touch with me to let me know what was going on. He said he didn’t like to use it “for obvious reasons”. I took that to mean in case I was some untrustworthy heathen given to commiting nefarious deeds. I tried not to take that too personally.  Whilst I understood his need to be wary and discreet, in these times of £10 mobiles and throw-away sim cards, there really isn’t much reason not to have either if you don’t want to use your personal phone, especially if you are going to engage in a hobby such as this. But I respected his need to be wary. He didn’t know me from Eve. It was his comfort zone. Remember though, it goes both ways. I don’t know this guy from Adam. Which is why I have a seperate phone. But this should’ve been my first signal really.

Anyway, I thought that as he had made the journey and was waiting, and I was still only at the station, I’d go back to the flat. It was no big deal. I asked him to give me another five minutes and to call me again when I got to the flat.  Please also bear in mind that this is my working flat only. Gents who’ve seen me in the past will know this. It’s owned by a lovely lady, an ex-escort who thank goodness remembers what it’s like working in this business. I had to call her again to make sure it was okay to come back.

So off I go, back to the flat to get ready for the second time. I dismissed the stockings and sussies this time around as they take time to put on and just prayed that he thought my bare legs were silky smooth. My feet area always pedicured so I had no problems showing my legs off. As arranged, Alan called and I gave him the door number. By this time it was 3.05pm. Now, from the pub to the flat it should only take a minute tops. The second alarm bell was louder and it rang in my head when it took him 10mins to finally press the buzzer. I buzzed him in and went downstairs to greet him.

He made it as far as inside the door when he said, “Sorry, I can’t do this”. I said, “What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused. “I can’t do this, I’m too nervous”. True enough, he looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. I reminded him that I came back a second time for him. All he could whimper was, “I’m really sorry,” and off he skedaddled down the stairs and out the door, leaving me at the top of stairs completely speechless.

I unfroze and went back upstairs to change back into my civvy clothes, again, still gobsmacked at Alan’s behaviour. I’d heard of this happening to other escorts, but in seven years, this has never happened to me, so it was a new experience. I guess after all this time it was bound to happen. He’s what we call in the business “a runner”.

And to top it all off, when I got to Victoria, my train was cancelled. Of course, I thought, that’s par for the course. I patiently waited for the next one.

On the way home thinking about it, I thought I’d be more p****d off. But I wasn’t. Not really. I think I would’ve been had it been a guy who never bothered to turn up at all. That has happened before, twice, and now both numbers are safely ensconsed in my phone as “Never Again 1 & 2″. “Never Again 1″ has since called to try and make another booking. Not happening. You only stand me up once.

No, I appreciate that Alan turned up and did try and go through with the booking. His nerves just got the better of him. But I hope, for my own interests, he’ll forgive me for never taking another booking from him. It turned into too long a day yesterday to have nothing to show for it at the end. And I’m not just talking about the financial aspect of it. And I was very tired by day’s end. Prior to the booking that never was, I was running around in the morning doing errands, and I’d not long got home and was in the middle of lunch when he called.  As I say, too long a day.

But I was much cheered up when later on in the evening I received an email for a booking next Wednesday with a gawwwjuss young man whom I’d briefly seen at our parties last December. I was gutted that I didn’t get to play with him at the party, and he did say at the time that he would try and get to see me on his own. So it was wonderful receiving an email from him. I told SJ this morning and she’s dead jealous. I also have that private party I mentioned next Friday for four hours. So next week is shaping up better than this one.