There’s something about duo escorts in London that feels a bit dangerous even for us. Two women, one man, and all those expectations floating around in the room. Some book it for curiosity, others because they’ve been carrying the fantasy for years and finally want to let it out.
What I’ve always loved about this work is how unpredictable it is. Tonight I was teamed with Alyssa, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. A duo booking can go either way — sweet and simple or a little chaotic. The client, Gary, had asked us to meet him in his hotel room. Alyssa knocked, I hovered a step back, nerves buzzing under my skin.
He opened the door in a robe. Mid-forties maybe, hair thinning, not movie-star looks but he had this calm smile that made me relax a notch. Funny how a smile can do that.
“Hello, ladies,” he said, and his voice was deeper than I expected.
Inside, the lights were low, a couple of candles flickering. Not the lair of a madman, which is always a relief. He admitted, with a small laugh, that he’d always wanted to try being with two women. A proper three-way.
Alyssa slid into character easily, brushing his arm, teasing. I took the other side, steadier, quieter maybe, just to balance it. He was nervous, I could feel it, but underneath he was desperate to let himself go. And that’s where the fun is for me — watching someone hand over a fantasy like it’s fragile glass.
The room’s energy tilted. He wanted to enjoy a threesome, you could see it written all over him, and we were there to guide him through it. The three of us fell into a rhythm, nothing forced, just moments stitched together — glances, touches, little laughs that made it feel less like a performance and more like something shared.
I noticed his attention flickering between us, but when his eyes settled on me, lingering longer, I felt that small rush of being chosen. Alyssa caught it too, and the way she leaned into her role only sharpened the edges of his desire. That’s what makes duo escorts in London work so well the give-and-take, the balance of confidence and curiosity.
When it finally built to the peak, it wasn’t the physical part that stuck with me. It was the way he exhaled like he’d been carrying that weight for half his life, Alyssa’s sly grin as if she’d known all along how it would play out, and my own quiet thrill at realising I liked sharing the stage more than I thought I would.
Afterwards, silence settled in but it wasn’t awkward. Just the kind of silence where everyone knows something real happened. He looked at us like we’d opened a door for him, even if only for an evening.
That’s what I mean when I say this isn’t just work. It’s letting people live the thing they’ve whispered to themselves for years. And if you’re lucky, you walk away learning something new about yourself too.
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