My client, John, wanted to capture some physical attraction that starts subtly but ends in fireworks. In my eyes, he wanted to partake in a cheesy teen movie, but hey, each to their own.
John is a 50-year-old investment banker who has been “happily” married for 30 years. He’s funny and exciting excitingiful and likes to call upon my services to fulfil what has been missing in his life. He doesn’t want to cuddle and hold hands. He likes to do things he hasn’t had the opportunity to experience from being in his relationship, and he doesn’t want to ask. So, once or twice a month,h he books in with me and keeps my role-play brain alive and kicking.
Last night we went to a very quiet laundrette in a very quiet (is there such a place?) part of London and played “strangers laundry”. This entailed me dressing in pedal pushers and a sleeveless shirt knotted at the waist and he wearing jogging bottoms and a rugby jersey; each reading a book or a magazine and occasionally catching each other’s eye, then playing out the whole getting to know your scenarios with extra flirting for good measure. Then, the real cheesy teen movie cliché of me leaving the laundrette with his washing and going with mine. He then runs to catch up with her, and our last is excellent; our lingers. Cue the not-so-cheesy-teen-movie ending as we stumble across a hotel, have to book a room immediately, and have our wicked way with each other as all that laundry air has made us enthusiastic.
John is always a good role-play play or a cliché or two. It’s fantastic what you can come up with, though, when the two of you put your heads together. Quite often, no ideas end up in my Mayfair apartment, and I play nurse or maid, but there are occasions where this London top escort has met her match with some fabulous scenarios coming to light. Group therapy in a country mansion, ghost hunting in our secret places and webcam teases in adjoining hotel rooms have been some of my favourites. So you can see how I can forgive this creative man for a cheesy laundry-related game.
But like I’ve always said, each to their own…
