n a twist of fate, an escort from Party Girls London is roped into an unconventional assignment by Harry, a heartbroken client. Tasked with playing his girlfriend at a wedding to face his recent ex-fiancée, the two craft a persuasive charade. Amid sparkling gowns and wedding toasts, they discover genuine camaraderie, blurring the lines between business and personal. Dive into this captivating tale, and for those intrigued by the elite world of companionship, check out our London Escort Girls Guide.
After working for Party Girls London for a little over three months, I thought that nothing can surprise me any more. And I was very wrong about that. The new client was very hesitant to let me in on the details, but finally I got it out of him. At first, he discreetly asked me if I was fine with pretending to be his girlfriend. I told him not to worry, because GFE was a common request, but he explained that he meant displaying affection in a more public setting. I was puzzled, and asked him what he had in mind, that’s when he finally spilled the beans. His fiancée had broken up with him a few weeks back, and both of them were invited to attend their friends’ wedding. He knew that she had a new partner, and he didn’t want to go alone. I told him I’d be delighted to be his date for the occasion, and we agreed on the time and place to meet before going to the ceremony. As a professional escort, I was used to being someone’s plus-one, but not for a wedding.
Two weeks later, we met in the hotel. Harry, the client, was very stressed and he apologised for the strange request. I laughed and explained that it wasn’t as bizarre as he thinks, but he didn’t look convinced. Previously, he asked me for my size, and now he gave me the dress I was supposed to wear. It was a beautiful, mahogany red gown, with little gems embedded in the corset part. He also bought me matching red velvet heels. I thanked him and quickly got dressed. We still had some time before the wedding, which we used to talk about the details of our supposed relationship. Then, we headed to the taxi and drove off.
I could see how uncomfortable he felt, and I wanted to help him relax, but I didn’t know how. I took his hand and intertwined our fingers.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be great,” I assured him, smiling.
“I know, it’s just,” he said and cleared his throat before continuing, “I haven’t seen her since the break-up, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”
“I’m not going to lie, it’s not going to be easy, but once she sees that you’ve moved on she will probably just ignore you,” I said, and added after a moment, “Just act like she’s no one to you.”
He nodded slowly and sighed. I knew how uncomfortable he was, but even though I was set on making him feel better, there wasn’t much I could do.
When we got to the wedding, most of his friends were already there. He proudly introduced me to them, keeping up our little lie. The majority of them were his age, around forty or so, but I noticed that almost all of their girlfriends were younger. At least that means we won’t stick out of the crowd. One of his buddies kept flirting with me, but I stayed at Harry’s side, holding his arm. I was surprised he didn’t react in any way, but he probably didn’t want to make a scene. I wondered if his ex was there, and if so, if she noticed us.
Suddenly, I felt him tensing up. I followed his gaze and saw a beautiful woman heading our way. She looked like a model, and even though I was a professional escort and I knew I’m not ugly, I felt intimidated.
I leaned to Harry and whispered, “Place your hand on my waist.”
He did as I asked. I could feel his hand shaking, and I felt bad that I couldn’t help him with the stress.
“Hey!” his ex greeted him excitedly, “I haven’t seen you for so long!”
She leaned in like she wanted to hug him, or even more, but we took a step back.
“Hi,” Harry said and licked his lips nervously, “Have you met my girlfriend?”
He pushed me a little forward, and I introduced myself, extending my hand to her. She ignored the gesture, looking at me like I was responsible for all the bad things in her life.
“How have you been?” she asked my client, looking over me.
“Never better,” he said, and I felt his hand sliding lower, almost to my buttocks, “Let’s go, honey, I want to introduce you to someone.”
I sent a sweet smile to his ex, one of those only a professional escort can do, and we headed off, leaving her stunned, with her mouth open like a fish out of the water. Once we were sure she was far away, we looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“How have you been,” I joked, mimicking her posh accent, “Who does she think she is?”
“I know, right?” he laughed, “Have you seen her face when we left her?”
“It was perfect,” I shook my head, “I bet her new partner left her, and she hoped she can just go back to you.”
We laughed like crazy, until one of his friends came up to us and asked what’s so funny. We looked at each other, then at him, and laughed again, leaving him even more puzzled.
Even though this wasn’t a traditional GFE, I think we nailed the girlfriend part. I had a lot of fun at the ceremony, and afterwards Harry asked me if I would be fine meeting with him again. Of course, I agreed, I really liked him.
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