The New Guy

I knew he was going to be different. From the moment that I first caught sight of him, it was obvious that this client was something a little bit out of the ordinary. We had arranged to meet at a bar near his office, and I got a glimpse of him as I entered. Still unseen, I took in his appearance with surprise. Normally, this kind of booking involves a guy in his mid 40’s, slightly out of shape and starting to decline just a little.

Hot London EscortHe wasn’t like that. He was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, almost rugged looking thanks to a fine amount of stubble on a strong jawline. He wasn’t muscular, but there was something powerful about him, something commanding. He wore a dark grey suit and, unusually for a man after work, his tie was still as smart and high as it would have been in the day time. I smiled to myself: he was looking to impress me.

I gave him my best entrance, sashaying through the crowds with every drop of elegance I could master, turning heads and making every fella in the place feel jealous beyond belief. As I approached him, he shot me a look that was completely unusual. Normally they’re impressed or overawed. Sometimes the most seasoned punters just look happy or proud. His look wasn’t like that: it was curious.

The old line: “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” sprang to mind, and I found myself wondering what was going on. Was I losing my touch? No, just hours earlier I had enchanted another gentleman and given him the kind of pleasure that only a top London escort could provide. The thought intrigued me as I joined him for a drink.

As I stroked the stem of my glass, I looked at him, trying to work out what was going on here. His eyes were searching every inch of me, taking me in, analysing me, breaking me down. As suddenly as it had started, his little scan stopped. He looked me dead in the eyes and asked: “have you ever been on a boat before?” I had, of course. There are plenty of rich men in Chelsea harbour that love to see girls like me, but there was something different about his question. It felt like… a test.

I replied that I had, and he smiled softly, answering: “not like mine. Once you’ve taken a ride on that, you’ll never see another man’s treasure in the same way again.” The way he phrased it was so utterly provocative that I couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen that night. Was he really so cocky that he thought an evening with him would rock my world? I had seen it all at this point, nothing was going to shock me. And yet, that look in his eyes promised an experience that would blow my mind.

When I finally stepped on to his boat, I realised why.