How’s everybody’s christmas preparations coming along? Me? Well, it’s all been a bit last minute. For some reason I’m just not feeling it this year. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we didn’t get a tree this year and I never really got the impetus to get the rest of the decorations out. Also with my uncle’s funeral coming up I don’t feel in any sort of a celebratory mood.

At least I had a wonderful booking yesterday. I had a chap who has “followed” me for a few years now, from my last incarnation as Brandy to this one as Kinky. He was flying into Gatwick from Denmark so I had my breath held until he actually called from Victoria Stn. What with this weather I’m taking nothing for granted. If you’re in the UK you know what the airports have been like these past few days. Anyway, he arrived on time, he says his fantasies have now been realised and I enjoyed making his fantasies into reality. Happy man sent away to enjoy the rest of his holiday in the UK.

I have an outcall to Central London this evening at 8pm. It’s going to be some fantasy roleplay with me being the naughty secretary. I’ll have to make sure and bring my tight skirt, tight blouse, high heels and push-up bra to make sure I leave this gentleman with a smile on his face. I think I’ll ask him to put on one of his work suits, add to the fantasy.

I was going to work for half the day tomorrow, Christmas Eve, but with this appointment not finishing until 10pm and not getting home until well after 11pm, I’m not sure if I’ll be in any fit state tomorrow to entertain any other gentlemen. Plus I was up and in Tesco’s at 7.30 this morning doing a bit of last minute shopping before the masses arrived. I’ve already adjusted my diary.

I have one outcall next Wednesday so if anybody would like to make a booty before New Year’s Eve, drop me a line or give me a call (bearing in mind the phone will be off for those few days at Christmas.)

I’ve had two bookings this week where the gents wanted facesitting, moreso the gent from last night. It was almost a full hour of facesitting and I could barely move my legs when I finally climbed off the chap. Funnily enough not too sore this morning to see a lovely frisky French gent from near Pimlico for a morning booking of slap and tickle.
Tell you what though, Victoria Stn on a Saturday morning? It was worse than normal rush hour. Tourists abounded, especially the group ones where the group leader carries a flag to prevent losing one of their parties. I’m glad to be back home underneath the duvet.

Do you remember the gent I previously mentioned who had gotten his underwear mixed up with his face flannel and soaked his underpants and couldn’t wear them home? Well, he was my Thursday facesitting appointment and I was teasing him mercilessly. Remember he had to go “commando” on the train and the poor thing, ahem, chafed his dangly bits and was a bit sore for a few days afterwards. That’ll teach you, won’t it P.

So he was bit more prepared this time, made sure he had his kecks in his right hand, his face flannel in his left and thank goodness he didn’t confuse the two again.

Ever heard that saying?

In my case it wasn’t so much the freaks coming out at night, more like the timewasters coming out with the sun. Amongst my morning booking with one of my most favouritist clients this morning, I had a slew of enquires today, which is fine. It’s the timewasters that always frustrate me. It is something you get used to after 7 years in the job, but the “address collectors” are always somewhat of a concern.

Yep, we have in this industry, a name for guys, who for some strange reason only beknownst to them, accumulate escorts’ incall addresses. They’re the aforementioned “address collectors”.

By this I mean they call to make an appointment, with no intention of keeping it, but want the address upfront. Now, first let me state that there are some gents who don’t indulge in this hobby too often, so don’t realise the protocol of not asking for the address upfront. Those guys you can usually tell.

But take today’s phone call for example. He’d called for a booking this morning around 9, I told him that I had an 11-12.30pm and that I’d be free after that. He said he would like an appointment from 1pm onwards for two hours. I said yes, that’ll be fine.

He then went on to say that he didn’t have my website to hand at the moment as he had to get off the computer quickly and didn’t have a chance to write it down, but can I please give him the address of my flat. Now anybody that reads my website knows that, apart from my location, my incall address is nowhere to be seen on it. Don’t you think that would be a bit of an irresponsible, not to mention foolhardy thing to do, post the address of my flat on the world wide web for everybody to see? And did the bloke not think that I know exactly what’s on my website? Who does he think wrote it?

Anyway, when I told the caller that I don’t give out the address until the customer’s actually at Victoria Stn., he then said he’d call me back by 11am (just before my first client turned up) to reconfirm. Unsuprisingly he didn’t.

This isn’t the first time this sort of thing has happened, it’s disconcertingly quite common. Newbie escorts have been caught out a few times in giving their full address to a person over the phone, only for the client never to show. Luckily I don’t live where I work, but my landlady is also a friend, and I’m protective as I can be to an extent when handing out her address.

But other ladies do work where they live, and we as a collective always have to be careful who we give our address out to. I tell any lady who asks that they should try and get their client to a landmark near their home (in my case Victoria Stn., you can’t miss it) then direct them in from there. I know it all sounds a bit cloak and dagger, but as you can appreciate it can sometimes be a dangerous job. For all the wonderful customers we meet, there’s always that few that we unfortunately we have to be wary of. Shame.