Recently, a client related a story of how he'd visited an Escort, where even before offering a welcoming kiss upon his cheek or a warm handshake, she'd reeled him off a menu of prices for every optional extra, dreadful!
It reminds me of the restaurant scenario, one unwittingly starts nibbling the olives and bread-sticks there on the table, only to find you've been hit with a charge on your bill; is nothing free these days?
The quote Margaret Thatcher was forever saddled with, 'She knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing,' comes to mind. Is it any wonder why these armatures last barely six months to a year tops, before their phone stops ringing; I mean, it's not like its rocket science, is it?
Wednesday, I attended the launch party of the delightfully new Zetter Townhouse in Clerkenwell, the cocktail bar is sumptuously adorned with furniture, fixtures and decoration, transporting you back 100 years.
It was suppose to be my night off, but I was asked to do an impromptu gig, heck I'm a performer, how could I disappoint? I usually keep a guitar or ukulele in the car in case of such eventualities (quite frequently actually), my drummer does a similar thing with her snare drum.
The party went on until midnight, after everybody left, we locked the door drew the curtains and broke out the good stuff. The staff and I drank, played cards and showed off our origami skills until the wee hours.
I still can make a mean paper aeroplane
Due to the previous late-night, I was to bed at 10:30pm (rare for me), to watch Some like It Hot, I'd never seen this movie before; I must say, Tony Curtis scrubbed up rather well and seemed to be enjoying the role above and beyond the call of duty.
At 11:30pm the phone rang, 'Hello Frances, is it too late for you to visit me, I'm at The Hilton Park Lane' (Crabtree & Evelyn toiletries ), I arrived at 12:30am. S had a suite on the 24th floor, its main feature was the amazing floor to ceiling view over London's West End, twinkling and glittered like a Christmas tree.
Lying back upon the bed of the dimly lit room, S sucked my cock whilst I took in the views outside, it was a surreal moment, I’d be hard pressed if I had to confess which was giving me the more pleasure?
I was relieved that S chose to relieve himself over my cock and tummy, he was so well-endowed, it posed a far from comfortable ride. For any of you men with penis envy let me assure you, anything bigger than seven-inches is simply excess to requirement.
1:30am there were no cabs to be had outside the Hilton and so I strolled over to Hyde Park corner, it was quite a balmy night, the day's heat was still rising from the pavement. Now, a cab was going to cost me at least £25 but look, a row of Barclay Bikes. I paid my £1 and pulled a bike from the stand; there wasn't much traffic about.
Cycling down Coronation Hill with Buckingham Palace to my right, I gave the royal wave, Queenie was home as the Royal standard was flying. Then along The Mall and onto the Embankment, stopping occasionally to pull down my dress, the brezze exposing my stocking tops and suspenders.
Twenty-five minutes later I was back at HQ, fitter, tired and chuffed to have saved myself £24 in taxi fares. I flopped into bed and finish the last half of Some Like It Hot, it was now 3am, so much for that early night then.
1 comments:
Hello Frances
Long time no speak (well we did meet a couple of times!!), but I have in the past occasionally dropped by your blog.
Well what can I say?
OMG, there I was watching Judge Judy (as you do) and up you popped out of the TV screen. Was it guitar or ukelele, it flashed by so quickly.
Have you blogged about it? I don't know much about Redbusbingo but I hope they pay well.
I did look at your tags to see if you had and also checked recent posts.
Anyway, just thought I'd let you know I'd spotted you!
Hugs TinaCortina x
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