A Night Out on Sloane Square

Many Paris escorts, myself included, agree that Sloane Square is one of the best destinations in the capital. So when I got a call from George, one of my favourite clients, I was really pleased to hear that he wanted me to take him on a night out in the area. He was planning to move close to Sloane Square, and wanted to find the best restaurants, bars and clubs in the area. We’d then be finishing off the night at his hotel. He didn’t even have to finish explaining what he wanted from the evening before I said yes!

Along with my fellow Sloane Square escorts, I’m pretty familiar with the area. So after I finished my call with George, I began to put together the perfect night out in my head. First we’d head to The Botanist for a spot of dinner, then enjoy some pre-club drinks. After that, we’d go to Tonteria, the area’s hottest clubbing destination.

I met George at the restaurant. He’d told me to wear something fun and flirty – so I went for a tight lace dress that showcased my killer curves. George didn’t know that I was saving the best till last though – as underneath, I was wearing some seriously sexy black underwear and matching stockings. When I arrived, George had just secured us a table. “You look beautiful,” he said as we shared a kiss on the cheek. His hand came to rest at the small of my back, and the lingering touch made me shiver with anticipation.

Dinner was delicious, and we spent the meal catching up. George was moving in just two weeks’ time, and thought that I would be the best person to show him around his new neighbourhood. As we finished our drinks, he told me that I’d have to come and visit him at his new flat for a romantic night in once he was settled. Well, how could I turn down an offer like that?

By the time we made it to the nightclub, we were both in the mood for some serious partying. Tonteria specialises in tequila, so we indulged in a few shots in between tearing up the dance floor. I was attracting plenty of admiring glances from the men in the club, and I could see George wanted me all to himself. Once we’d enjoyed a few more tequilas, I could tell that George really wanted me back in his hotel room and then out of my dress – the sooner, the better.

When we made it back to George’s hotel room, there was a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us. I began to undress in front of him, and earned a very approving look when I revealed my black lacy underwear to him. I picked up the bottle of champagne and started to make my way over to the bed. “So, how about we carry on the party?! The look he gave me in return told me all I needed to know – the night wasn’t over. In fact, it had only just begun.