Although the facts that I am British and have a good education strangely seem to be in my favour in this line of work, some of my conditions go against me. I don’t do in-calls and I’m not in central London. Coming into town from Stoke Newington takes a good while as there’s no tube here, so unless I’m all dressed and made up and ready to fly out the door, I need two hours: one to shower and get ready, and one to get there. Apparently clients often call up and want to go see a girl on their lunch break! And of course, this is where the young eastern European Britneys come in. They are located in cheap studios near tube stations, all central, where clients can visit them for half hour bookings. And apparently clients are also hesitant to have escorts visit them in their homes, and I suppose I can understand that as I’d feel the same way. But as I’ve pointed out to both Mike and Stella, I’m not prepared to go to a client’s house anyway. Hotels only for Kim. Unless, say, it’s someone I get to know, like a regular.
This leaves me with a select group of clients: the really rich who are happy to book a luxury hotel only to use the room for an hour or two, or those in town on business, the latter accounting for the vast majority. This majority, according to Mike, is made up in equal measures by business men from either America or Saudi Arabia.
Mike tells me these factors – location and only out-calls – will mean fewer bookings, but that’s something I’m willing to deal with. The idea of someone coming to my home or me going into someone else’s scares me too much. No way.
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