Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Positive Change Makers

In a day and age that can feel, well, pretty damn gloomy, I believe there's also a huge amount to look forward to. That's why there's never been a better time to loudly shout about the people that do bring me joy and are changing life as we know it in the escort world. Having spent the last year outside the Arabian peninsula, I came back to a pleasant surprise of a group of girls that are changing the way we work here. 

To see me for the last six months, I require anyone that I haven’t met before complete screening, employment information, identification, or a recommendation from another provider. This in the past was very difficult to achieve as many girls grew jealous and many did not want to agree to provide recommendations. 

Now, this has changed to these amazing ladies and one agency that provides recommendations and are elevating the standards here. And to be honest, I’m thrilled to be part of this, even if I’m not here for long. 

These are the need-to-know names that are making working in the middle east safe for ALL of us. 

Let me introduce, the ultimate people striving to make sex work – and the world – a better place. They challenge the status quo and who help me feel inspired to make a change for good.


Hanna Russell 

Sugarbabes International 

Inked Ginger 

Saturday, August 22, 2020

When Your Client Is A She…..

Don’t get me wrong; I love my job. LOVE IT. The excitement of slipping into expensive Agent Provocateur, sliding my perfectly pedicured feet into a pair of Jimmy Choos, and gliding through a hotel lobby in anticipation of meeting my client for an hour or two (knowing the champagne’s chilling on the ice next to a few thousand dollars in a tidy white envelope) makes it all worth it.
I cherish the moment when I tap lightly at the door and that single second when it slowly opens, and standing there with a big smile is…a woman? My client is a girl?
Now, call me what you want, but lesbian I am not.
I love women. I love their company, their smartness, their emotional IQ. I love their soft skin and their perfumey smell. But the experience is very different than with a man. A man is easy to please: naked flesh and of course lots of stroking (to the ego). But a woman? No siree.
My (very few) female clients come from money and are career women. They’re usually over 40 and either married or divorced. One even brought her husband along (but that’s another story). They’re either bored of sex with their husband and want to do something naughty that’s been on their bucket list for years, or they like women, like fucking women, but haven’t got the time nor inclination to go around searching for it.
One of my clients, Trisha* – a 52-year-old retail owner – told me when her husband goes away, she treats herself to a take-out. A call-girl take out. “It’s my indulgence to myself,” she told me once. She’s not a lesbian, she just likes to touch and feel a woman once in a while. (Her husband had no idea).

We met twice at her home she shared with her husband. We always start our date with a drink, a few glasses of champagne and talking about normal stuff – men, shopping, the latest beauty treatment. With most male bookings, I take control. The men are usually quaking in their boots. But with Trisha, it’s different. The two times I’ve seen her, she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. There’s always lots of kissing, lots of foreplay and lots of oral.
It’s always tricky with a woman – are they faking? Did she really enjoy that? How do I know what I’m doing is working? A penis goes hard, a vagina…? Her moans felt real, her wetness was real, but I understand how men feel during sex with a woman. The anxious thought; ‘Did you really enjoy that?’ comes to mind. Women are a little harder to figure out. Here are three things I can do with a man, that I can’t do with a female client…
Fake it
Men usually have no idea whether you came or not. They take your word for it. But forget faking with a female. They’re onto you.
Stroke the ego
Men are pretty simple to make happy. They like being told they’re clever and amazing and handsome and strong and, “Wow – isn’t your penis enormous! And look! Here are my breasts!”
Women, I can’t bullshit. She knows she has dimples and pimples and her hair is all extensions and her tummy is stretched. She’ll admire my boobs, sure, but the connection is deeper than that. And that’s the scary part. You have to be real. Fluttering your eyelashes won’t work: she knows they’re fake.
Make small talk
Here’s something you may not know. A lot of male clients love a chat. They may not realize it when they book you, or the moment you walk into the room, but they are starved of good chat – I once sat through three-and-a-half hours (and three espresso martinis) of a five-hour booking and listened to my client’s sad story of his broken marriage and stroppy teenage daughter.
Female clients, on the other hand, want to fuck. They talk to their friends, their partners, their therapists. They’re all talked out. If they book you, then they want to have sex with you. It’s as simple as that. Saying that, the emotional connection is deeper with a woman, and the ones I’ve seen do enjoy a bit of dirty talk.
Women usually want more foreplay, stroking, touching and massage. It’s not all over in minutes. There are no limits to the amount of times she can orgasm, whereas men are pretty limited (sorry boys). I quite often leave a female client wishing I could have stayed longer, that we got on so well, that she was such a nice person and weren’t her shoes nice, and maybe, just maybe, we could meet for coffee one day….

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

It’s So Not Ok

American porn star August Amas killed herself after allegedly being the victim of online bullying, a video of a tearful Keaton Jones has gone viral begging for bullies to leave him alone….another day, another story of someone ending their usually short lives because of endless taunts, cruel words, and abuse. I acknowledge there are two sides to a story, usually three, and more than often, there are other factors in play. But there is zero doubt that bullying has hit an all-time high.
If you have never been on the receiving end of online bullying, allow me to share snippets of my experience. (My crime, by the way, was dipping my toes in the adult industry (after all, I am an adult) and writing a book or two about it).

So, deep breath here goes:
“You are a whore and a slut and so repulsive I wouldn’t even shag you for free.”

“You make me sick, I hope your family disowns you and you die alone.

“You should never be allowed to be in the same room as a child.”

Or this one; short but to the point: “I hope you get AIDS and die.”

Or every time I write a column or blog post, a handful of women from the industry I tried to stick up for will go for my jugular. One even wrote a letter on social media addressed to me on why I should shut the F up. A few others chimed in, spouting venom with their vitriolic comments of hate. “Yeah, we hate Veronica..she’s not all that…she’s ugly…I hate her….” I’d never met any of these women before. My crime that time was saying publicly in my opinion men prefer nude fingernails on women to neon nails. (I am never commenting on fingernails again).
I’ve lost count the number of times well-meaning friends will call me up breathlessly and say ‘God don't read what so and so has said about you – it’s just awful, shocking…how do you cope..…”
Sure I’ve cried, I’ve felt sick with anxiety and I’ve had to stop myself from firing off responses back (not family-friendly ones).
It’s been a real eye-opener for me. I’m one of these people that thinks most people in the world are nice. I like people immediately (unless you do me wrong, and then I will never like you again).
But the fact is, not everyone is nice. There are some really, really mean people out there.
I’m a big girl, I can handle it. I’ve toughened up and there isn’t much anyone could say to me now that will get a reaction. I’ve had everything thrown at me, I’ve heard it all and I’ve dealt with it, and I am still here. The only opinions I care about are the people I love. But not everyone is strong. Not everyone can move on. And for those people being bullied, being attacked, who is the victim of hate, abuse and judgment; here are my tips for getting through it.
1. Don’t read it. It’s pretty simple but amazingly hard not to do – like slowing down as you drive past a fatal car crash. Don’t do it. You’ll see something shocking and the tiny words will feel like bullets. Close the computer and walk away. Don’t pour over every single word, agonizing over each nasty comment. At the height of my bullying, I didn’t log on for a week. I would go for a coffee, play with my dogs. What strangers were saying about me online was not my day-to-day reality. Don’t make it yours. Bullies are like sheep. They bleat on until they shuffle onto the next thing. Wait it out.
2. Don’t believe it. If I believed everything my bullies said about me, I’d be a nervous wreck. We all have that negative critical voice inside of us that tells us we’re not good enough. Having healthy self-esteem is hard enough work as it is. Don’t get sucked into other peoples’ opinions of you. They have no idea who you are. Unless you kill, rape, and abuse, you are not a bad person. Repeat after me: I am a good person!
3. Do not fire back. Giving bullies airtime and attention is the worst thing you can do. You will never win. They will never say ‘You’re right, I am wrong.’ They will take what you say and fire off even more nastiness. It’s really hard not to stick up for yourself online but you aren’t dealing with rational people. You can’t fight fire with fire. With no energy, they’ll run out of steam eventually.
4. Block. Whoever invented the ‘Block’ button deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. There is nothing quite as satisfying as deleting someone in the press of a button. My block list is longer than my arm. No one gets a second chance with me. Stop being too nice and giving bullies a second chance. Hurt me once? Bye-bye. Protect yourself from them doing it to you ever again.
5. My last point is controversial but then again, so am I. And it was a golden nugget of advice from the deputy head of a primary school. I confessed I had confronted an (adult) bully in the playground and lost my temper. “Well my dear,” she said. “Sometimes you have to punch a bully on the nose.” Not literally of course. But if it’s face-to-face, sometimes you need to give them a right royal serve back. Look them in the eyes and say your piece firmly. Nothing beats the look of shock on their face when you stick up for yourself.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Don’t Taste The Honey Where You Make Money — Hire An Escort Instead

As the pages of history attest, power is an undeniable aphrodisiac.

As the pages of history attest, power is an undeniable aphrodisiac.
King Henry VIII, John Profumo, Bill Clinton, Tiger Woods, David Petraeus, Eliot Spitzer, Kerry Packer, Bob Hawke and Richard Pratt are just some of the rich, powerful and famous men who have lured mistresses between the sheets or across the office desk.
Now we have Seven West Media boss Tim Worner’s steamy affair with one of his company’s secretaries Amber Harrison.
A few things spring to mind in the wake of this sex scandal that sent Seven’s market value plummeting by $98 million yesterday.
— How come Mr. Worner never made a move on me when I worked at Seven? (Come on, where’s your sense of humor?)
— Is there any man left on this earth that can keep it in his pants?
— And finally, no matter what you think of escorts, they would never expose a client.
I have a long list of gentlemen on my books just as powerful as Mr. Worner who would be finished if I or any of my friends revealed their names. But we would never do that. It wouldn’t even cross our minds.
I could tell you about the multi-millionaire US superstar who tried to bargain me down on my fee, or the government official who wears his underpants so high they practically skim his nipples.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got some great stories. But no names are ever revealed.
And, just as much as clients want privacy; there are a lot of escorts out there living double lives who also need discretion.
Ms. Harrison allegedly received $150,000 hush money but didn’t keep it hush. Seeing an escort three times a week for a year would be cheaper than that — and discretion would be assured.
Ms. Harrison also claims there are four more women linked to him, although Mr. Worner has denied this.
I wonder how many businessmen are quaking in their shiny shoes right now? Only the stupid ones that commit the sad, old cliched sin of screwing the secretary.

Hell hath no fury like the dumped PA who is suddenly ignored in the lifts and shifted to some dark, moldy corner of the office in the hope she will go away quietly — quiet being the operative word.
Yes, Mr. Worner’s been a naughty boy. He is not the first man to taste the honey where he makes the money… and he won’t be the last.
But there is one thing that is crystal clear from this affair. Criticize sex workers all you want — we’ve heard it all before — but one thing we are not and that is home wreckers. We would never want to destroy someone’s marriage.
In fact, and some of you will balk at this, we have been known to save marriages.
We are not out to steal your husbands. Most of us have happily got rid of our own; let alone want yours.
Charlie Sheen said famously: “I don’t pay hookers for sex. I pay them to leave afterward.” Spot on, except he forgot to mention you are also playing them for peace of mind.
We don’t kiss and tell. We don’t call up wives and we certainly do not issue press releases about who we have had between the sheets.
We generally don’t fall in love with our clients. We don’t wish to cause any hurt or pain to anyone at any time —, especially women. It is not good for business and it is not an act of integrity.
So gentlemen, rather than me reading the riot act on how you need to keep it in your pants; we all know that doesn’t always happen, no matter how many times a day you meditate.
So here’s a bit of advice: may I suggest your fingers Google ‘escort’ instead of firing off flirty emails to your secretary.
It will save you peace of mind and money. We are a hell of a lot cheaper than a divorce. Trust me. I’m an escort.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Love Is Easy, But Staying Faithful? Forget It.

“Monogamy is unrealistic. Repeat after me kids, monogamy is unrealistic.”
If you haven’t seen the movie Trainwreck yet, I won’t ruin it for you, but this line features in the first five minutes of the film. Words that not just struck a chord with me, but made absolute sense.
“Love is easy, love I can do. But fidelity is a little harder,” he said.
He’s right. Love is easy. We can fall in love over romantic meals, holidays, cozy weekends cooking, and making love on crisp white sheets. You can go from single to in a relationship in a click of a button and a joint Instagram account. Who knew photos of sunsets suddenly became fascinating when you’re in love?
Forward-wind the wedding, the baby, the home, and you’ve got a family. You love your partner and they love you. Absolutely no doubt about love. Love makes people a lot of money — from wedding planners to restaurants on Valentine’s Day to manufacturers of big cuddly teddy bears.
The love we’ve got down pat.

But being faithful? If we were a little more honest with ourselves, we would admit that this bit is pretty near impossible.
If you are married and can swear without a shadow of a doubt that you and your partner have been faithful since the beginning of time and will be till the day you both die, then good on you. I salute you and what’s your secret?
But every day we read some salacious story in some magazine about some celebrity doing the dirty on his model wife; some footballer being caught with his pants down; some politician visiting brothels. Is this really news? They’ve just been caught doing what a lot of people do — look elsewhere sometimes for a bit of extra-marital intimacy.
Here are a few things I have heard from some very lovely men over the years.
“I love my wife but we no longer have sex because she lost the urge after the menopause” or “I love my wife but we have slept in separate bedrooms for the past six years” or this one that made me really feel for the guy “I love my wife but the last time she hugged me was eight years ago when the dog died”.
These men never stop loving their wives and they will stay till death do them part — but why should they or anyone be denied the right for intimacy?
People hate it when I say this, but I truly believe if physical and emotional needs aren’t being met in a relationship, it doesn’t matter how much you love that person, you will look elsewhere.
There is a reason why there are so many brothels, massage parlours, escort agencies, and private sex workers around the world who make money, a lot of money. Supply and demand. Love is a multi-million dollar business, but so is infidelity. And don’t think it’s just men who cheat. Women do it just as much. We are just more subtle.
I had a very interesting conversation on a flight back from Singapore recently with a 50-something-year-old female government official. Women being women, we got to the gritty subject of sex just as the drinks trolley was being wheeled around.
“I love my husband but he suffers terrible depression,” she confided. “So when he goes through his long bouts, I call up my friend John for fun. No one knows and it keeps me sane.”
As long as people keep getting married, the sex industry will continue to tick along nicely.
As for me and my relationships? It’s a simple click of a button: “It’s complicated.”

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Want A Woman Who Won’t Kiss And Tell? Then Pay Her

You want complete silence, you want to keep your private life private, we all do.. One of my favorite clients had his marriage destroyed after his affair of 8 years with his PA came to the attention of this wife. The PA was tired of him not committing to ger in a serious way and told the wife and not only that showed evidence. Not sure why she would that and I don't condemn that behavior but I know a type of lady that won't and that is a high-class escort. The thought would not even cross her mind. I often see gentlemen from extremely high profile jobs. “Gosh is that so-and-so?” I’d quite often think as I walk into some marble penthouse suite.
Now I have a few really high profiles clients and they don't want as much as I do their names on newsstands. 
Course not. I just don’t sell sex and intimacy. I sell discretion. I sell privacy. Kissing and telling are not good for business and it is certainly not what a lady does; not while escorting. I’ve met ‘ladies of the night’ with more integrity and values than people I know who have ‘normal’ jobs. Yes, you pay escorts to leave, but you are also paying for peace of mind.

I also don’t think men (or women) deserve to be demonized for occasionally getting their needs met from a third party. In an ideal world, we would all sit our partners down and tell them we have strayed, and that it didn’t mean anything. Honesty is always the best policy. But we don’t live in an ideal world. And if someone is going to stray, you’d rather they made it a business transaction than not.
One woman who would agree with me is my friend Tracey, a 40 something mum of two. She’s just caught her husband having an affair with a woman he met at a work conference. Not just that – she told me that she is now waiting for his decision whether to stay or go and start a new life with his new flame.
“I wish he’d been seeing an escort” she said glumly. “Then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” With an escort, there is no texting in the middle of the night, no dreamy ‘I wish I was with so-and-so..’ and certainly no ‘if you don’t leave your wife for me now I will call her up and tell her EVERYTHING.’ No dramatic phone calls on Xmas Day, no sitting in a car outside your house, and absolutely no naked photos in the press.
Escorts don’t want to run off with your husband. They don’t even remember his name. It really is, just a job. Most of us have careers, schools, boyfriends, girlfriends; a life. We don’t want to ruin someone else’s.


Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Looks Do Not Matter To Me

The response I get the most when I tell people I am a high-class escort is actually not so much of a question… more of action.. A wrinkled up nose. Eurgh! What about the fat ugly men? How on earth could you get naked with them?
It often makes me smile because that’s exactly what I used to think before I dipped my toe in the industry of course.
When you’ve seen as many naked bodies as I have, when you have been intimate with as many men (I’m not just talking sex here, but conversation), your perception changes and so does your judgment. I used to be so snobby and pouty about the men in my life having the right arms, a nice mouth, and thick hair.

They had to be wearing nice clothes and cool shoes (nothing too pointy). And sure, while those things are important, they’re not a deal-breaker. What I have learn’t as a high-class escort is that no matter how unattractive someone’s body is, it is what lies inside that matters. The body is a mere shell and quite often the most beautiful people are hidden in a deformed, or just plain and ugly bodies.
I know I am not exactly giving you groundbreaking news here, but sometimes we all need reminding, especially in our society of perfectly plastic and manufactured bodies.
My favorite clients have quite often been what one would call unattractive and some of my rudest and arrogant clients are quite often the tall, tanned, and handsome ones. And believe me, one can always, ALWAYS find something nice about someone, be it their hands, their feet or their eyelashes.
So dear readers, that is why I can happily spend an hour or two naked with ‘fat ugly men’ and enjoy myself.
But pointy shoes are still a no-no. Sorry.