It’s not easy to do this work, especially regarding my family. I’d love to shout from the rooftops about all the fabulous venues and people I have met along the way, but escorting has unfortunately got such a taboo name.
My Mother and Father still believe I’m in PR, although my sister is sceptical. She is a little envious of my wardrobe, which is vast and expensive. I tell her I have some high-profile customers in our offices regularly.
My sister has been to my apartment, but I never let her stray very far – I don’t want her stumbling across my sumptuous ‘client’ bedroom any time soon, especially with all the delights inside!
Some top concierges keep good secrets and have visited plenty of five-star Casino and celebrity restaurants across the capital. For those concierges who take their job seriously, they merely nod like they’ve never seen me before. This usually applies to The Mayfair or The Dorchester, where reputation is everything. Of course, the staff knows what happens; they keep their cards firmly close to their chests. Some of the broader-minded concierges who don’t care too much tip their hats or pass me a note with their mobile number just in case I should need anything, which makes me feel safe knowing that they are on my side.
I’m a little, but like a ‘confession booth’, many clients tell me things they wouldn’t say to their wives, girlfriends, mothers or friends, but I very much enjoy my job and will always keep secrets secret and never betray anyone’s trust. So for now, you, me and my clients are the only ones who know…
