I am 22 and a babysitter. I am originally from Poland but grew up in Newcastle. Moved to London at 18. I love going out with my girlfriends. I am also an escort and have been for a couple months. My two best friends are escorts as well. Even though men demand my time, I have room for lots of other things.
6 p.m. It was girls night. I hated that term but that’s what we called it. Every Friday night three girls and I went out to dinner and followed it with club hopping. I had just gotten out of the shower and was blow drying my hair.
6:20 p.m. I finished my makeup and looked a couple years older. Being 22 and having a baby face, meant they always carded me. I had my hair down in soft bouncy curls.
6:30 p.m. I put on a black two piece set with only a little midriff showing. My ass looked perfectly round in my pants. I put on my heels. I always wore heels. They gave me a certain type of confidence nothing else could.
7 p.m. I lived with B. She always took forever to get ready. I sat down in her room and chatted with her while she finished her eyeliner. She was in a short red dress with a cheetah print jacket. Eccentrism was her thing.
7:30 p.m. I grabbed my purse and we waited outside our apartment for our uber. London was freezing so both of our nipples were pointing straight out of our clothing. I texted the other two girls that we were on our way.
8 p.m. We arrived at the Purl. B, M and I could afford it from the money we made with our job but K always struggled. We didn’t mind paying for her.
8:20 p.m. We sat at our table with four cosmos. We always talked about dick. Although M didn’t mind dabbling with ladies either. I mentioned that I hadn’t gotten laid in awhile.
9 p.m. We shared salmon and salads. Didn’t want to overeat and burst out of my outfit at the club later.
9:30 p.m. We paid and left
10 p.m. The cocktails had us feeling good and not as cold so we headed over to 1oak. The club was infamous for having men with money and even some famous ones too. Besides we knew how good we looked and had to show it off somewhere worthy.
10:15 p.m. K and M bought us shots. B and I would get the next rounds. We downed the tequila and bought another round. Every Friday our goal was to get guys to buy us drinks…and more. Sometimes it worked and other times they just wanted to makeout with us.
11 p.m. I checked my phone and saw a message from one of my daddies. He asked me where I was tonight. I told him. He said he would come and meet me there. L was one of the most mysterious daddies I’ve ever had. I know surprisingly little about him considering how many times I met him. He is kind of on the short side with an average belly but very built-up.
11:30 p.m. L showed up to the club and I told the girls I would spend the rest of the night with him. I felt bad that I was ditching girls night but I treated it like any other job, necessary to prioritize. One of the things I love about L is how serious he takes me considering that I am an escort. He always says that I need to take pride of what I do because I am excellent at it.
11:45 p.m. L and I sat on couches. It was hard for him to keep his hands off me. He told me that he had a surprise waiting for me at his home. I wondered what it could be. Last week it was a pair of thigh high Fendi’s. He paid me for every meeting and gave me gifts on top of that. The only thing I know about what he does is that he used to be a lawyer but quitted to do private consulting, whatever really.
12 a.m. B came running up and greeted L. She asked him if he had any new friends in need of an escort. She had several men but never hesitated to find more.
12:30 a.m. I said Bye to the girls and left with L. We took an uber back to his place. We sat in the car while he stroked my knees.
1 a.m. I opened my gift and it was the iPhone XS. At this point L had no boundaries. I kissed him softly on the lips and thanked him.
1:30 a.m. I was so tired that I crawled into bed with L. He always liked sleeping next to me. We didn’t have sex but I sucked his dick for a bit before we both passed out.
10 a.m. I woke up to the sun blazing through the sunroof and realized I had to babysit in an hour. L had already left to swim at the country club but it didn’t matter since he always left the money on the kitchen counter. L paid me £400 everytime he got to see me and he saw me a lot.
10:30 a.m. I planned to go to my bank to deposit the money I just got but I spent half of it on unnecessarily expensive cosmetics. I got to my apartment and B was passed out on the couch. She woke up when I slammed the door. Her hair was messy and she smelled of alcohol. She asked me how L was and I told her that we had a nice, calm night.
11 a.m. I got to the house of the family I babysit for. The dad opened the door and kissed me on the cheek. He never failed to slip some sort of intimate gesture in when his wife was gone. His bank account was nice too but I would never go there because of my love for his kids. The kids came running up to me, screaming my name and grabbing onto my body.
12 p.m. I made the kids lunch and drew with them. My phone dinged and I checked who it was. The little girl asked if it was my boyfriend. I thought not quite honey. It was even better. A new daddy. I checked his profile and he seemed younger than my usuals. His message asked to grab afternoon coffee. Coffee wouldn’t get me as much money but he seemed kind so I figured I should give it a go.
1 p.m. The dad of the kids returned home and paid me £50. I laughed at what I was about to make relative to that. I didn’t really need that job but I had to do something so that I can explain to my parents how I survive. They don’t need to know about the luxuries but still one needs a bare minimum to go by.
1:30 p.m. I went home and B was dressed nicely. She told me she had a date in 15 minutes with one of her regulars. Once you had so many regulars it was odd to say yes to someone new but I was feeling gutsy. I touched my makeup up and put on my classy beige skirt suit. The men liked that I was presentable all the time.
2:15 p.m. I met C at a Best Western Hotel. Apparently he was a guest since he didn’t actually reside in London. We shook hands and ordered coffee.
3:00 p.m. Time passed with C since his communication was witty and intelligent. He talked about himself a lot but I never minded. Since I had so many regulars that I enjoyed I didn’t need to worry. But C was making my time worthwhile. If I liked them I twirled my hair and looked them in the eyes vulnerably. C got exactly that from me.
4:15 p.m. He invited me up to his hotel room and wanted to see if I liked it. He was IT guy and traveled weekly…”to fix stuff up’’. Apparently he was always in new places.
4:30 p.m. We fooled around a bit on the hotel bed and I could feel his hard penis pressing into me. I decided sex could wait. Sometimes it made it more interesting for me that way.
4:50 p.m. He walked me downstairs and got me an Uber. He told me that he was going to be flying to Vienna next week and that he would love for me to join him. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek and told him I would get back to him. He handed me my pay.
5:10 p.m. I got home and counted my money. He paid me £700. I couldn’t believe him. Maybe I should be more open to trying new guys out after all. Like with every job, reality often defies expectations. I expected to meet a wealthy entrepreneur but my date turned out to be a regular corporate employee. He expected us to have sex but we didn’t. I expected £200 but got £700. I love what I do!