After a couple of years working as a party escort, I learned all about proper business events’ etiquette. While the popular opinion is that we’re all just a bunch of high-class models, the truth is we’re much more than that. Many gentlemen need a pretty date for important events, and she has to not only have a beautiful body, but also brains. Today I was asked by a new client to accompany him to a business related party. We were to meet in about two hours at a restaurant and discuss the details. It may seem like my job was just to show up, but, the truth was, I needed to learn everything about him and his accomplishments to steer the conversations correctly. For some, it might be hard to memorise or even boring, but I always enjoyed it. Listening about a man’s road to success is a real turn on for me.
We met up in a cosy little place at the outskirts of the town. After the introductions, David pulled out a chair for me. He looked older than he was, his hair was already greying in some places, and he had a bit of a belly. Overall, he still looked good, just a little nervous, but that was understandable in these circumstances. We ordered dinner, and he proceeded to stare at me. He looked like he wanted to say something, opening his mouth from time to time and toying with his hands.
“Let’s go over the basics, shall we?” I decided to help him steer the conversation.
I knew how hard it must’ve been for him to start the subject. While for me being a hired escort was a piece of pie, he probably wasn’t used to it. He nodded slowly and cleared his throat. I waited a moment, but he didn’t elaborate.
“What type of event is it?” I asked, still trying to make him talk.
“My company is merging with another one, and it’s meant to be a celebratory party. Formal attire and lots of wolves hungry for promotion,” he shrugged, “I mean, it’s more of a torture that a party. You have to be constantly vigilant, watch what you say and do.”
“Don’t worry, I know how to behave at formal events,” I laughed, making him smile slightly, “So, do you want me to choose the dress myself or would you rather provide it?”
“I guess, it would be better if you choose,” he said and scratched his head, “Don’t go too revealing, but it would be good if you can show your figure. I mean, you’re gorgeous, so… You know.”
“Don’t worry,” I laughed, “It’s understandable you want to make your coworkers jealous.”
David nodded and took a sip of water.
“I didn’t want it to sound like you’re just a piece of meat,” he cleared his throat again, “And since you’re going as my partner, how comfortable are you with physical contact?”
“You can touch me however you want, I’m a London escort!” I laughed again, “Just not on my sides, I’m ticklish.”
We both laughed at that.
“I know what kind of job you do, but I still want you to be comfortable,” he said, smiling.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be great,” I placed my hand on top of his.
The waiter interrupted us by bringing out the orders. David continued to describe his job and my role in the party as we ate. It sounded easy, although not as exciting as being a party escort spy, when one man asked me to find out everything about his competition during the event.
As the days left until the event passed, my excitement turned into a bit of a cold feet case. I chose an emerald long gown, with a thigh slit and corset-like top. It didn’t have a deep cleavage, instead the back of the dress was exposed. The straps were on my arm, showing my shoulders and neck in full view. It was made of satin, smoothly flowing down my body. A wide strap was acting as a belt, underlining my slim waist, and a long part of it was loosely hanging down, all the way to my feet. For the shoes, I chose a pair of simple black heels, they were mostly hidden by the dress anyway. With every step, the cut showed my ankles, making the light flicker in the little crystals that were embedded in the heel’s strap. I thought my outfit looked spectacular, but now that I was wearing it merely a few minutes before David was supposed to pick me up, I wasn’t that sure. I didn’t have time to change, so I decided to wait for his opinion.
“You look breathtaking,” he said as soon as he saw me.
I smiled and put a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Thank you, I tried,” I responded and added, “You did too, I see.”
He nervously smoothened his shirt.
“I don’t think much attention would be on me with a high-class model like you by my side,” he commented and opened the car door for me.
During the drive, we again went through the details of our supposed relationship and other important facts.
Just like David suspected, all eyes were on me. I felt like a princess, but I still tried to make sure that he was relaxed. Overall, it went great, he even tipped me afterwards and assured me that from now on I’m his go-to party escort.
Stepping into the world of party escorts opened my eyes to a whole new dimension. It turns out we’re more than just stunning eye candy! My recent adventure with David, a nervous but eager gentleman, showed me how essential our knowledge and skills are at business events. From helping him navigate conversations to choosing the perfect outfit, I realised the magic lies in creating a comfortable and enjoyable atmosphere. The night was a smashing success, leaving David beaming with satisfaction. So, if you’re looking to spice up your next event, why not embrace the transformative power of a friendly and professional party escort? Let’s make your event unforgettable!