Special Delivery Service

Many parcels were delivered to me via Her Majesty's Royal Mail's exceptional service. Most often, they result from a somewhat trigger-happy finger purchasing items online, but sometimes, things are delivered out of the blue. I like those the most. 

I have international clients who buy me gifts after they visit me for an in-call escort service in London. They are still thinking of me as they go to the airport's departure lounge. Sometimes, they spend fifty quid on perfume; sometimes, they land in their home country and buy me something chic and exquisite from a boutique. Parisenne Fashions is second to none, and they know I love exceptional delivery service. However, enough of being spoiled. This time, I'd like to discuss a new client's fantasy that only an open-minded escort like myself is willing to indulge in. 

Roger is one of my youngest clients with an old-ish name. He is Roger X Junior, although I'd imagine his friends call him Rog or something similarly trendy. Roger Junior lives in Chelsea and is heir to a family fortune. The money is new, and his father came upon his millions by sheer good luck. A little investment in the 1980s paid off in the 1990s as Roger Junior was born. I did say he was young! Now, a private school-educated and university graduate, my client wants to spend a little money on living life indulgently. For example, he wants to treat himself for me.

So there we were, in five-star luxury on the outskirts of Surrey, discussing what turns us on. "RJ", said he had always wanted to deliver a package to a bored housewife. She opens the door in her nightgown and then ravishes her on the kitchen table like Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange. It crossed my mind that it was quite a stereotypical, memorable delivery service fantasy, but I could tell how much it meant to him. So I picked up my Filofax and asked him to name his date and place. You'd have thought all his birthdays had come at once! I will forever be reverent - I hope he tells his friends!