Who the "ho"?

Read Belle de Jour's book over the weekend. Most of the content I had read on her blog but the juxtaposition (yes, I too have been to University) of her life as a ho with the mundanities of her life in London has provided me with a new angle when ogling women:

Could they be a working girl?

Could they be a Belle?

I suppose a variant of this is have they the looks and confidence to be able to do it?

Take this a step further and I could be talent spotting for an escort agency. New career beckons.

On the transformational properties of Champagne

I went to a work related drinks reception last night. It was in one of the big hotels in the Piccadilly/St James's area. Strange how a few free glasses of average bubbly can transform one's mood. I trudged in a bored, defeated middle-aged man treading water until he hits the grave but wafted out a juiced-up, high energy, witty, party/babe fiend.

I made my way to Piccadilly circus and was calling an agency to meet one of their girls. As I was standing and talking a young blond girl caught my eye. I smiled, she smiled. mmmmm.

I was still on the phone however and the blond drifted away with her female friend. After a couple of calls to the agency the girl I wanted wasn't available so I decided to give up. I turned the corner to walk down Lower Regent Street and noticed the blond was still there waiting by the underground entrance. Buoyed up by free bubbly I went up to her and asked her if she wanted to come for a drink with me (this is at 10.30). She said yes.

Chatted for an hour in a pub behind Lower Regent Street (can't remember the name). Despite having a distinctly east European accent she said she was from Germany. Great body, lovely hair, nice blue eyes. Said she was in a gap year doing work experience in London. But she was working in a shop, Louis Vuitton in Bond Street. She later admitted that she was originally from the Ukraine but had a German passport.

Wanted to fuck her (duh) but got her number along with a peck on the cheek. Might call her. Let's see if I can be bothered to put the effort in.

Balls-up

My company is having its annual summer ball, "partners" invited. Last time I went on my own and got stuck on a table with three of my colleagues and their legally wed other halves.

Tedium.

There is only so much talk about holidays, babies/children, and schools I can take before wanting to saw my head off with the butter knife.

Question is, what to do this year? I am mulling over taking a WG and trying to pass her off as a girlfriend.

Positives:

1. I can retreat from the tedium of the boring couple conversation
2. I'll have someone gorgeous to look at and touch throughout the evening
3. I'm gonna get some at the end of the evening, guaranteed

Negatives:

1. Costly - at least a grand for that level of service
2. All of my regular girls are foreigners which will put questions in people's minds so I doubt any of them could pull it off.
3. Finding a new English girl might be difficult in such a short space or expensive or both. Only the higher class ones will do as some chav slapper, whilst she may be entertaining when naked and on the end of my cock, probably be a bit out of place at company do.

Alternatives

1. Get a real girlfriend and bring her. Nah. Can't be arsed, 'sides, no one would have me.
2. Just get bladdered to while away the time...hang on though I do that anyway.
3. Pull a sickie - possible but I'd miss out on the day's chit chat and fun sessions just so I could avoid an evening, which, despite its potential drawbacks, does offer the promise of free food and as much drink as you can hold.

Actually, maybe I should stop moaning. It's not that bad and I might be able to sore with one of the unaccompanied girls once they are drunk enough.

It's that time again

Wow! It's been 4 months since my last post. Not that I'm worried about disappointing you, my dear readers, as I am pretty certain no-one reads this crap anyway.

I suppose I have been very busy at work and also consumed with various sporting activities. Love life has been non-existent, apart from the frequent visits to, and vists by, working girls, obviously. In fact it is a sad fact that I haven't had sex without having to pay hard cash for 6 months and even then it was with my ex-wife, and she gets more money from me than any hooker.

It's World Cup time and I seem to remember I started this blog two years ago at the time of the European Championships so it seems fitting to try and revive it. Also, similar to two years ago a long project is coming to an end so I have more cyber-slacking time available.

The brief update is as follows:

Shagging: beautiful Thai model - an absolute delight and a young girl who has expanded her service offering as I've got to know her

Fantasy girl: Blonde girl on train in the morning, early 20s, expensive but reserved business dress that somehow enhances the impression that she's pure sex. Plus it seems every asian girl I see under 30 years old.

Working: West London, mega multinational corporate

Eating: Too well

Drinking: Stella, Guinness and Earl Grey tea (not from the same glass mind)

Watching: Dr Who and girl-squirt porn. After my encounter with the phenomenon I cannot get enough of Cytherea and Tianna Lynn

More detail later.