Luxury Escort In Oxford Street - Escort Experience

I am a snob; I admit it, so live with it. You either have the "X Factor" or you don't. Clearly I have and that is something I am not ashamed of. As a young socialite I lived for two things. The first being in possession of lots of money. The second was partying and partying "bloody hard. I wasn't into the kind of drunken partying you see on those horrid reality shows. Those people simply have no class. I like to attend the most prestigious of clubs. One where they don't let in the trailer trash or WAG's; basically the dregs of society are barred from attending. Well a few "WAGs" for the "footballers", but some club nights I have to draw the line. There is only such horrid make-up and fake tan that I can stomach.

I absolutely loved female attention, but the more I got, the more I knew it was a status thing for them. It was all so "fucking" fake. The small talk began to get quite nauseous after a while; where most people I knew secretly we breathed contempt under our breath for each other. So where does one go in life from here? My previous girlfriend (I found out that .. well researched) her family had become bankrupt and I was in a way a chance of financial security for her. You can always tell when people start to enter financial hardship. She didn't love me and recently on a trip to southern France it came to head that she had had a holiday fling behind my back. when she arrive back in central London, I had already packed her bags for her.

My pride was knocked a bit, but I am made of strong stuff. There was a fashion industry party in Oxford Street and I wanted the world to see that nothing can bring me down. now I didn't want to attend with any of the ladies that I knew. Again they bored me. some where very beautiful, but I wanted to attend with a real stunner. A lady where her beauty and class will outshine everyone there. But where could one find such a woman? Luckily enough there where many VIP escort agencies in London. I new this as one of my friends became an international escort and worked in New York. She was a spoilt brat and actually her dad found out as he tried to book an escort from the same agency. I have laughed at that too many times... it never gets less funny when you tell it. Anyway, I logged onto the internet to find the woman of my dreams. After an hour of searching I found her. A stunning Spanish, ex fashion model, a luxury escort who looked like a goddess in her pictures. She was the one. I was the one. We were meant to be. We attended the prestigious VIP event together and she looked so stunning and classy. I also looked the part; sorry to blow my own trumpet but I looked very dapper. Her companionship was quite expensive but the look on my ex girlfriends face when she saw she was with me - priceless! My ex girlfriend had actually put a few pounds on. Actually she looked like a beached whale. From size 8 to size 16. Ha has; that's what happens when nobody is there to stop your pizza and vodka binges.

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