Mayfair Escort Life

Anybody entering into any other style of business would do a little investigation and market place assessing first off, but people just dispatch themselves into the sex market on the expectation that since “sex permanently sells” they will be sure to be able to sell their junk and make a significant lump of income quickly. Imagine imagining the same way about opening a pub, pizzeria, store or just about anything else and you can notice how senseless it would be. Men might always sex. But why will they buy it from you rather than other people? Men also require fast food, but I am not sure I would desire to launch in opposition to Domino Pizza!

And as a quick aside it amazing to me how people forget that they need to put together ways to take care of their book-keeping and banking. The last thing you want to do is hide your money to Her Majestys Customs and Excise. That way you are certain to get screwed in the ass. And not in the really fun or profitable way!

If you go mass market you will be competing in opposition to great numbers of stunning east Europe hotties who nest seven to a bedroom to make sure that they can transfer as much cash home as achievable. They are also totally happy to make a journey any place in London at no notice at any time of the day or night and provide an hour of healthy sexual activity of any kind you can imagine for 100 pounds.

If you want to be a high end London hooker, you will be vying with young ladies who have the looks and bodies of famous Hollywood models/actresses (or who may well even be famous Hollywood models/actresses…you would be surprised how flexible people can be for money). You will also be putting yourself up against females who are proficient in many different foreign languages (along with the vocabulary of the bedroom!) and who possess ridiculous academic qualifications and “civilian” business experience. Regularly you will come across all of this in the shape of one frustrating lovely, refreshing and charming man magnet.

And that leaves behind the mass middle market. And that teems with ladies charging around 250 pounds for a date, which is nifty, but the majority of their business is based in the call girls own apartment, which requires that you require a location to do the deed from, and that will need to be rented and which must be paid out of your expenses. Does it actually it need pointing out that doing work from home is a massively, indescribably dangerous and dumb approach?

But I was equally stating that starting work as a London prostitute will oblige you to take a good drawn out tough look-over at the real truths of what working in industry means. So if I am not meaning questions around legitimacy, sexually transmitted diseases etc, what am I taking about? Well the tip-off is in my mention of the word “industry”. Marketing sexual activity is a sales business enterprise. It is a line of work like every other. Of course the old saying has whoring as one of the oldest professions along fighter or soldier. Which says a lot about people everywhere really.

When I previously published, I described that being an escorts in Mayfair or any place else in London is completely lawful provided there is only one lady working from the specific location, there is no propositioning or publicising in phone boxes, no people slaving or strong-arm tactic associated, and that there are no other regulations are being broken. (Sale of drugs, animal cruelty, under age coition, not paying tax …back to the taxman again. If they can catch Al Capone, they can catch you!).

Your ultimate positive aspect, if it relates to you, is actually being English. So few girls in the mid market in London are English that it becomes a significant marketing issue. Especially or MILF London escorts.

So do your research, stop to consider it through, and good fortune!

London Hookers

Let me start with the boring but essential first. If you are going to set up an escort (or run any kind of business) you ought to put together ways to deal with your banking requirements, book keeping and accountants right at the outset. I promise you that the very last thing you want to do is mis-declare your income to HMRC (the British Inland Revenue). That is the way to a certain and vigorous butt fucking. And not the profitable or orgasm inducing kind…

First the goo news. Your finest advantage, if it goes for to you, is actually being British. So few prostitutes in any level of the market in the capital are English that it becomes a major advertising factor!

If you go mass market you will be fighting against countless magnificent girls from eastern Europe who lodge seven to a room in order that they can transfer as much money home as feasible. They are also fully happy to make a journey anywhere at no notice at any moment of the day or night and put out an hour of energetic sexual activity of any type you can imagine for a hundred pounds a bout.

Everybody setting foot into any other form of venture would do a little investigation and marketplace evaluating before anything else, but people just dispatch themselves into the sex market on the belief that since “sex definitely sells” they will be assured to be able to easily sell their merchandise as a hooker or MILF escort and make a significant wad of cash money right away. Imagine presuming similarly about creating a cocktail lounge, cafe, store or anything else and you can see how crazy it may be. Guys might always need shagging. But why will these guys get it from you as opposed to someone else? Men also may need beer, but I am uncertain I would like to launch directly opposite a Wetherspoons!

In the event that you desire to be a high class escort in the west end, you will be piching yourself against lovely ladies who have the beauty and bodies of models from the Milan runways or the pages of Sports Illustrated (or who might perhaps even be models from the Milan runways or the pages of Sports Illustrated!). You will also be putting yourself up against women who are fluent in several foreign languages (together with the language of passion!) and who possess several degrees, Masters or beyond. Annoyingly and disconcertingly you will often experience all of the above in one irritating nice, refreshing and courteous person.

But I was also pointing out that starting work as a London working girl will call upon you to take a good long hard look at the facts of what operating in industry means. So if I am not meaning concerns regarding legitimacy, infections etc, what am I referring to? Well the clue is in my mention of the word “industry”. Promoting sexuality is a sales concern. It is a profession like every other. Indeed the old cliche is that the two oldest professions are hooker and soldier. Which makes you think…

That leaves the mid market. That is full of women costing roughly two hundred and fifty pounds for a sixty minute encounter, and that is cool, but most of their business is in calls which means that you require a bedroom to work from, that will need to be rented and which is paid out of your expenses. Does it genuinely it need saying that doing the job from home or apartment is a fucking awful approach to professional fucking?

When I last posted, I described that being an escort in Mayfair or any place else in London is entirely lawful so long as there is no human slaving or duress involved, a single lady is getting the job done from the site, there is no propositioning or publicizing in call boxes, and that there are no other laws are being broken. (Sale of narcotics, creature persecution, under age sexuality, tax evasion …).

So do your groundwork, think it through, and good fortune!

London Hotter Than Ibiza

So just because England had a few decent days weather the British newspapers were full of stories about how warm it is and comparing London to various “exotic” locations such as Barcelona, Rome and the Algarve, amongst others. Brits (I speak as one) really cant handle anything other than a vaguely damp time of things.

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You don’t see this in Green Park

But my favourite has to have been “London “hotter than Ibiza”” from the Guardian. Trust me, only in terms of the temperature darlings, only the temperature!

The spring weather may not be the best thing about Ibiza (though it is undoubtedly dramatic) but the sexy Ibiza escort girls are starting to arrive back for the season, so things are definitely hotting up in Ibiza. My Italian lovelies are scheduled to return in a few days and they will definitely drive the temperature up under a few collars!

Ally s Angels Escorts Ibiza looks set for the hottest and best year so far, with the vast majority of the girls that we represented last year returning to work with us again, which is extremely unusual in this business and says all sorts of good things about the team and the way they treated the girls with respects, courtesy, professionalism and a sense of humour last year.

So London and the rest of England has pretty much had its warm spell for the year, though I hope Wimbledon gets good weather as I may visit and nothing is better than paying the price of a house for a small bowl of strawberries and cream while dressed to the nines.

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OMG there’s a cloud!

But while Londoners look back with nostalgia and longing to their weekend of warmth, I am getting ready for both the hot weather and the hot babes and the (hopefully) red hot telephone from all the client calls and bookings!

Its amazing how much goes into getting ready for the season each year. I guess its not that different to the clubs, bars and hotels. The website needs a good dose of cleaning and redecorating; staff need recruiting and training; all the equipment needs checking, replacing or upgrading; and the suppliers have to be arranged and everything agreed. You really can not put a business such as this together on the fly. Well, you can, but that’s when things go wrong.

So all the hard work goes in now to make sure that we have the minimum stress and the maximum fun in the sun. London is hotter than Ibiza? Not if I have anything to do with it.

Love Hotels in China

The Guardian has just run an article about China’s new “Love Hotel” industry. Its interesting to see how fast and far the Chinese culture is changing. In 1989 just 15% of Chinese had engaged in sex before marriage, according to state media. Today more than 70% have. Good for them!

The journalist seems to have a couple of slightly strange perceptions though. Apparently the Japanese have more than 30,000 Love Hotels to “to escape the prying eyes of a deeply conservative society” Really? Hentai anyone? They just have really small (normally shared) apartments and tend to live at home until they get married.

I remember that one motel chain that was popular with London escorts in the 1980s used to have nightclubs in all their hotels and the slogan “eat, meet, sleep” on very large signs outside them. Not quite the same thing, but they did rent rooms by the afternoon, so then again maybe it was. I am sure that more mature London escorts will remember them well!

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Of course, for girls who escort Ibiza clients pretty much every hotel is a love hotel. And I know the same is true for most women who escort Marbella visitors too! But even case-hardened Ibiza escorts are still amazed by what they see “civilians” getting up to in high-end hotels. You would think nothing would shock a professional Ibiza escort, but they are surprised most days by something that a “normal” person gets up to in the name of love or lust.

Obviously leisure and lifestyle locations such as Ibiza, Marbella and the like are very different to major cities such as London. And Western cultures are distinctly different from Asian. But at the end of the day, people are people and sex is sex. Both people and sex come in every imaginable flavour. And people need somewhere that they can have sex without frightening the horses (as we English say – look it up).

London escorts, Marbella escorts, Ibiza escorts. Young girls, mature women, romantic or lustful. At the end of the day we all have our needs. And whether we meet someone in a Chinese love hotel, or invite an Ibiza escort back to the Hard Rock Hotel, when you get right down to it, its pretty much the same.

Getting back to the Guardian article, I did enjoy the apparently sweet attitude of the owners of businesses that are basically used for people to have recreational sex.

tumblr_nqrwvcDpqp1r0gu56o1_540“Sun also shied away from the label “love hotel” despite having named her chain after 37°2 le Matin, a 1985 erotic movie by French director Jean-Jacques Beineix. “Our hotels should be called lovers’ hotels not love hotels,” she said, adding: “We do not offer any sex toys or these kind of things in the rooms.”

China’s nascent love hotel movement still raises eyebrows in some quarters.

Wang said elderly residents of a community next to a Lots of Love hotel in north-east Beijing had taken exception to a recent advertising campaign that featured the slogan: “Extreme passion, extreme romance!”

“They thought it would mislead their children,” Wang recalled. The slogan was changed.

Despite that setback Wang said the future was bright for China’s fledgling love hotel industry. He boasted that in Tianjin motels had caught on to such an extent that parents were now booking rooms for their children.

Each night queues form at the Lots of Love reception, where affection-starved guests can choose from one of 55 themed bedrooms – including Shakespeare’s Room 204 – on an iMac computer.

Before taking a lift upstairs, visitors peruse a cabinet filled with bottles of 399 yuan ($60) pink lambrusco and packets of instant noodles.

“We provide a romantic place for lovers,” said Wang.”

Awww…

Kisses

Ally x

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Drug dealers advertising

This hysterical article in The Metro was sent to me a few weeks ago. I´ve been thinking about it and I’m still not sure whether to be impressed with the initiative or stunned by the stupidity.

A drug dealer called Jay has been card-dropping business cards around Fallowfield in Manchester to give potential customers his phone number. How do I know he´s a drug dealer? because he has been attaching little samples of weed to the business cards that he leaves.

You see the quandary – impressive initiative and classic marketing. There is nothing like a free sample to build a bit of traction with customers. But  he is doing something illegal and giving the police the means to catch him. Even if they don´t call the number to set up a buy he´d better keep his GPS off!

Don´t get me wrong, I absolutely use card drops to advertise the services of every Ibiza escort I represent. And I know that my friends who manage escorts in Marbella do the same. But what we are doing is totally legal.

So I’m still not sure what I think about Jay and his advertising campaign around the University of

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No free samples

Manchester. Part of me hope he prospers for his initiative and balls, part of me hopes he gets busted for his apparent stupidity. yet another part hopes that students don’t take drugs…riiiight.

In any case, since it´s legal I shall continue advertising my sexy Ibiza escorts and I´m sure the same will be true for all 2nd Circle´s girls in Marbella. And no, there are no free samples!

Kisses

Ally x

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Getting Stabbed In Ibiza Pays Well

24 year old British tourist Grant Sommerville was stabbed by a taxi driver in Ibiza in 2013. It happened in a dispute over a taxi fare. He received 22 staples in his stomach to repair the injuries. And 39,000 euros in compensation from the taxi driver.

The whole story is covered very well here in the Metro. To anyone who knows the lovely island of Ibiza it sounds like an all too familiar story; a gang of drunk young Brits, a stressed, angry and possibly frightened local, and a dispute over not very much money.

Like many taxi drivers in Ibiza, Antonio Mari Planells, aged 31, did exactly the wrong things if de-escalating the problem was his intention. He should have realised that pretty much all Brits assume that everyone overseas is trying to rip them off and will wreak terrible vengeance on them like a Mexican drug cartel given half a chance.

But Mr Sommerville and his friends were probably right in their assumption about being ripped off in this case. Many of our lovely escort girls in Ibiza used to find themselves in the back of a licensed taxi who claimed not to know where the Hard Rock Hotel is (erm, really?) or how to get from Ibiza town to San Antonio in less than an hour.

But my point isn’t that lots of taxi drivers on Ibiza could do with a bit more of the “knowledge” or even Google maps on their phone!

My point is that 39,000 euros in compensation for 22 staples and a terrific battle scar will seem like a fair deal to lots of young British men. On an average Saturday night in any British town there are thousands of men willing to risk a stabbing over a pint of crappy lager.

So, our beautiful escorts will only be using our own drivers from now on. And leaving the taxis to the compensation seeking boys with their hospital beds booked.

Kisses

Ally

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Two Hours In The Life

So what does a couple of hours in my life look like when I’m managing bookings at high season?

Okay, so it’s 3 AM and I’m sat on my bed with the air conditioning going full blast. My desk lamp is on the night table beside me. Also on the night table the pot of Earl Grey tea in a little china teapot with a cup. Under the bed is my small white dog. Sat beside me on the bed is my marmalade cat.

Much more practical than satin

Much more practical than satin

I am not dressed in silky satin lingerie. Instead I’m wearing my daisy duke shorts and a peasant top. My hair is scrunched up in an untidy ponytail and held firmly in place with a pen. My wedge heels are discarded at the foot of the bed. Not the image of a Madam you expected is it?

My night really started about nine in the evening when a gentleman who I’ve spoken with for almost a week came on and asked if we could provide this service in Cairo. As we haven’t booked a girl with him all week and have negotiated price constantly, I told him that as it happens I cannot provide a service in Cairo.

I do try to help out regular customers all around the world as I have contact with escort girls who travel independently and let me know where they are on their travels, other suppliers and other agencies. Frankly I can and am very happy to help out and put beautiful girls and nice gentleman together.

That gentleman was followed by one of my ladies wanting another lady to join her and her personal client (booked directly with her on a regular basis). That doesn’t happen very often but it’s always very flattering when one of your professional escorts trust you enough to ask you to provide another girl to join her in the service.

How I should probably dress to answer the phone in the early hours

How I should probably dress to answer the phone in the early hours

So in the last thirty minutes I arranged for Jessica to turn up. Jessica has long blonde hair, is cute end petite and will do very well besides Julia who is tall and dark. So that is how my evening started a few hours ago and now it’s 3:30 AM and I’m dealing with potential  clients of all nationalities.

I have a couple who only speak Spanish who would like a bisexual lady to join them. A gentleman who speaks Russian (I think) and his message on WhatsApp says that he is looking for a lady that wants to buy a second hand car! Oh the joys of translation software!  It’s all very well if one of the parties is at least using their first language, but when all parties concerned are using the second or third language to try and negotiate a deal you can imagine how complicated it can get.

I have arranged for a lovely gentleman from Denmark to meet a sweet Ibiza escort girl from Brazil and I’m now talking to a gentleman from Qatar and making arrangements for him and his friend from Saudi Arabia. And I am also back chatting to local Spanish gentlemen and a financial services recruitment consultant on holiday from the UK.

It at this point in the evening that I decided that maybe I be better employed in International relations than running an escort business in Ibiza. But maybe it’s all the same thing really. (Fill in your own gag here)

So why do escorts bring together people of all nations and backgrounds?

So why do escorts bring together people of all nations and backgrounds?

If only we all got on so well in other areas of our lives, life would be so much nicer I think.

It seems the gentleman from Qatar would like to see the Russian girl I sent details of and his friend from Saudi Arabia would like to see a hot Spanish chica. So like some large international game of chess, all the pieces are now in play. I do hope it doesn’t turn into a game of snakes and ladders.

Now it’s just after four and I have got another hour or so to take it easy before the early morning rush starts about 5 AM right through to 8 AM. It might just get really busy and that’s when this will turn into something much more like an adrenaline-fuelled version of the 3D chess from Star Trek.

You may of course think this sounds like a wild ride. But this is just another day in the office. I’ve got at least another 61 days just like this before the season ends. I hope they’re all as exciting and interesting as this international game this evening…

So that was a couple of hours in my life and probably not what you expected. I’m going to go and put the kettle on again now. Talk to you all soon.

Kisses

Ally x

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Help! I’ve Run Out of Girls!

It was 5:30 AM and I was stood at my kitchen counter having a glass of wine glass of wine while eating scrambled eggs. My mobile phones were ringing off the hook, I’d been awake for 20 hours and I was not sure whether I was eating breakfast or dinner, so what the hell; wine with eggs.

It is the end of Ramadan, which is also the start of the big work season here in Ibiza. You would think this would be fantastic news; bookings all over the place.

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I really hope this is the right room

However it was 5:30 AM and I had run out of escort girls. I had no escorts in Ibiza to send out on any calls. All of them were working either for me or somebody else, or alternatively they are too tired to get out of bed. Dirty lazy bones!

This business is like that. Feast or famine. Either you have too many beautiful girls or not enough. Today there were too many clients and not enough girls. So I had run out of Ibiza escorts but the calls kept coming and coming. (pun intended!)

I really really hate to have to say no to clients at any time; today or any time of the year. So I did my very best to change bookings around and make sure the right girl got the right guy and attempted to fulfil as many calls as possible.

But it is very frustrating having worked hard all year to generate the enquiries to then end not be able to fulfil them. I’m sure you can understand.

Of course having this number of calls is good news, Running out of girls means I had a lot of girls working. Which means that when I went to bed in the morning at 10 AM I was tired but happy as everybody had a good working day, morning, night, whatever you want to call it and we could all rest knowing that we can do it all again tomorrow.

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This would be a great idea!

I have to say that it can be a very adrenaline fuelled business during the summer. When you get a booking, getting the right girl to the guy in the amount of time specified and making sure everybody is happy and safe is challenging. It probably takes only a maximum of an hour “flash to bang” (pun again intended!) but it’s very intense at the beginning of the call organising the lady to turn up.

Sometimes I need to get girls in Ibiza to gentlemen within 15 or 30 minutes maximum, no matter where the gentleman is. The girls need to arrive on time and ready to go so I probably have 10 to 15 minutes to sort out the right lady, get her dressed in the right way, negotiate the price on both sides, make sure there is safe transport and check on arrival.

It can be demanding and exhausting but it can also be a lot of fun because it’s nice to make everybody happy. Especially when you make a little bit of money along the way.

Kisses

Ally

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Sex Appeal & Beauty

What is it that makes a woman sexy? Artists, writers and poets through the years have spent their lives trying to encapsulate the mystery of feminine allure. Scientists have entered the fray too, measuring, counting and assessing. But the secret of allure is still “unbottled”.

Audrey Hepburn - beautiful. Not sexy

Audrey Hepburn – beautiful. Not sexy

True, there are a lot of insights into beauty. Artists capture it and scientists can measure and predict it. Much of what they are now codifying was actually extremely well known to the ancient Greek writers in particular. Proportion, symmetry and social conditioning are all critically important to the perception of beauty. Some of them are timeless and some reflect social trends.

Take body fat or curviness. Peter Paul Rubens curvaceous ladies could not be more different in terms of muscle tone and sheer ampleness from the Venus in her clam shell of Sandro Botticelli, or the dancers of Henri Toulouse-Lautrec´s ballet dancers, or Titian´s Leda, or today’s Victoria’s Secret models. But the proportions of their limbs and bodies are the same, and they exhibit the same symmetrical faces.

Kelly Brook. Sexy.

Kelly Brook. Sexy.

So beauty can be articulated, measured, quantified and predicted. The best plastic surgeons in the world can, within limits, produce it. For both men and women, incidentally.

But sex appeal? That is something different. It too is largely timeless, but the mix that makes a woman (or man) irresistibly sexy doesn’t seem to lend itself to the same kind of formulas and rules that beauty does. There is no golden mean that tells us why or how, or predicts who.

As I have previously explained, I spend my entire time surrounded by beautiful and sexy women. (It’s a hard life…) And believe me, not all of them are both sexy and beautiful. Many are both, but not all.

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Hepburn. Beautiful. Emilia Clarke. Beautiful and sexy.

Beauty can exist without sex appeal. Look at the Greek statues of athletes. Gorgeous, beautiful, inspiring. But not sexy compared to the old and has never-been-in-shape Jack Nicholson.

Take two great British actresses from the 1960s. Julie Andrews and Jaqueline Bisset. Ms Andrews was slim, beautiful, polished and had curves in all the right places. Not sexy. Ms Bisset had many of the same attributes but with a charmingly damaged smile. And was sex on legs. Still is, in fact! She is the star of many a MILF fantasy even now.

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The sexiest woman in history?

Or modern actresses show this equally well. Jennifer Lawrence and Kristen Stewart. One is sexy and sensual. The other is pretty and has a good body but doesn’t have the secret sauce. There is some subtle difference between beauty and sex appeal.

Sex appeal sometimes doesn’t even require beauty.  If you take a look at a photo of Mata Hari she was far from being a great classical beauty. But her sex appeal is famous to this day. Marilyn Monroe would be considered overweight by today´s standards of beauty (how sad is that?!) but her sex appeal and sensuality still make the edges of the paper curl on her photos.

So I am going to spend a few posts doing my best to pin down what it is that makes sexy. I will obviously mainly focus on sexy women.  But I will also spend a little time on the sexy men too! It seems rude not to.

Kisses

Ally x

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What Is It With Some People?

Why is it that some people, who perfectly accept happily the price that designer shops show on the label and who wouldn’t dream of haggling in a restaurant think that it is perfectly fine to try and bid down the fees for a professional escort?

This came to a head in textbook style this weekend in Ibiza. We have a client who is generally lovely when on a booking. He sees the ladies in a lovely penthouse, spends three hours a time with them and they have a super time sunbathing, drinking wine and generally relaxing. He is polite and respectful, pleasant and well turned out. A wonderful time is had by all.

The problem is what happens between bookings. Maybe it´s the fact that he is Norwegian, which adds an extra spice to all his dealings with escorts as it is illegal for any Norwegian citizen to pay for sex anywhere in the world (not that he is doing that with our ladies, we only sell time and companionship…). Anyway, shagging the brains out of girls he meets through us is extra exciting because he knows he is breaking the law.

And that extends to his dealings with us in deciding who to see and trying to negotiate fees. He just doesn´t get a simple rule that we live by; the price is the price. We don´t negotiate on rates. That way madness lies. The only exception is when the booking is very unusual and standard rates wwouldn’t cover it. (Don´t ask!) And this client´s bookings certainly don´t come under that category.

So the preface to every booking with this client is a lengthy WhatsApp discussion about who is available (fair enough) and their respective fees (also fair enough). He then decides to tell us what he is willing to pay.

“Alana and Melissa. I will pay 1,000 for 3 hours. No taxi fee.”

“No. The rate is 1,400 plus 50 taxi.”

“This is an afternoon booking midweek so there won´t be much else happening. Something is better than nothing. 1,000 Euros for 3 hours.”

“No. The rate is 1,400 plus 50 taxi.”

“But you list Melissa as 165 cms and I know she is only 164 cms tall. So I will pay 1,000 Euros for both.”

“No. The rate is 1,400 plus 50 taxi.”

“Well the 1,000 is still on the table. Let me know when you change your mind.”

We then ignore him for a few days and he comes back.

“How much just for Alana?”

“700 Euros plus taxi.”

“And for Melissa?”

“700 Euros plus taxi.”

“So if I book both, you will give me a discount to make it 1,000 Euros and no taxi.”

Now what I want to write is unrepeatable. So I instead say

“No. The rate is 1,400 plus 50 taxi.”

I have tried to explain that the girls are independent contractors who set their own rates and that I am their agent not the employer. But he seems convinced that I can somehow offer him a massive discount on each person´s rates. As though we were dealing with tins of beans rather than people´s time.

Now the interesting thing here is that this client is actually a high-end real estate agent who deals

mainly with summer rentals to the super-rich. Villas at 50,000 Euros a week. That sort of thing. I contacted him once to enquire about a villa and then asked him for a discount because I was going to rent two villas from two different owners and use them at the same time. He was surprisingly unamused.

Anyhow, with this client I´m now reasonable sanguine as he always ends up booking the original girls we discuss and at the original price. But his behaviour is all too typical of a certain type of client.

And it´s bloody annoying to deal with and insulting to the ladies concerned.

Don´t get me wrong, if someone calls and says they’ve taken everything they can out of the cash machine and their friends won´t be returning for hours to borrow from, I will do what I can to help for a few Euros if I believe that they are genuine.

But when someone who wouldn’t dream of haggling as they check in to the Hard Rock hotel decides that the 5 star ladies who work with me are fair game, then my heckles rise!

Luxury goods are luxury goods and they don´t come with built-in discounts. If you can´t afford the game, don´t play. And if your idea of a good time is spending a long time haggling pointlessly, go see the Looky-Looky guys on the beaches. Because I´m certainly not going to play in that mud bath, thank you very much.

To misquote the signs that you used to see in English grocer´s shops “Don´t ask for a discount as being told to bugger off may cause offence.”

Kisses

Ally x

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