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What does a Dinner Date Entail?

For some men, it’s enough of a cheek that a lady can charge not just money, but good money, for something as “freely” available as sex. So I can imagine their consternation to discover that ladies have a dinner date package! To actually pay an escort by the hour to watch her eat?

Well, any one with that view doesn’t understand that a lady that offers a Dinner Date Package, or Travel Companion Package (my recent travels as an escort have taken me across Europe, to Asia, and to good old Milton Keynes in the UK) is offering more than a bit of rumpy pumpy. A lady that offers these companionship options is confident of her skills as a conversationalist. A good listener. And maybe a veritable cognitive library of non-essential trivia. You’d be amazed at the amount of stuff I know about all sorts of things. Except for politics. I’ve never been very strong on politics.

So, does a lady charge the same hourly rate to bed her as to have her seated across a dinner table from you? Well, if she can get away with it, she probably would! But this is the real world and most ladies, myself included, price a dinner or lunch date to reflect this.

In my case, a dinner or lunch date would be spread over four hours. Approximately two hours for the social side of things and two hours for the intimate side of things … otherwise known as Dot Dot Dot in the West End Theatre Production of Mamma Mia which I watched, and loved, with a client.

I like to be a bit creative with the Dot Dot Dot part. Sometimes I’ll agree with a client that we start off the booking with an hour of the Dot Dot Dot, then go for the meal, knowing that the two hour break and refuelling our energy supplies with good food will mean that we can return for the fourth hour sufficiently energised for … yes, you guessed it … Dot Dot Dot!!!

Or we could start with the meal, and head back for our two hours of well earned leisure. I always depart for the meal with naughty plans of playing footsie under the dining table, away from the prying eyes of the waiters. But there’s something about intelligent conversation which makes time fly. If the meal option is exercised after the wild passionate sex, invariably, the client is struggling to stay alert after a couple of orgasms.

I did at one time try to be flexible with individual needs. One guy coming down from Scotland wanted to have a lunch date. But he explained that allowing two hours for the intimacy would be rather ambitious as he had a low libido and the occasional erectile dysfunction. So I agreed that for his circumstances, we could make the lunch date a three hour booking. Two hours for the meal, and then head back to my place for the intimacy.

In his next email, he wrote back and said he’d want us to rush through the meal so we could get back to my place sooner and have more time for the pleasure. I wrote back explaining that the fee I’d quoted him reflected the portion of the time that would be spent on less intimacy. If he wanted to stretch the intimacy part of the booking, then he’d have to be prepared to stretch his wallet. He wrote back to cancel the booking as his travel plans had changed. I shrugged it off. I don’t try to pull a fast one on my clients and appreciate it if they don’t attempt to pull fast ones on me.

Although he had a bit more class than one caller. One guy who had at first asked if I would turn up for dinner not wearing any panties. That wasn’t the cheeky bit. I’m a broadminded lass. But then he wanted to know if he could finger my pussy under the table. And just like that, the line one should not cross was a good few yards behind him. I politely refused. I’d rather not be arrested for lewd behaviour in public. Then he asked if we could have sex in the toilets of the restaurant. At this point, I put the phone down and added his number to my toxic list of numbers to avoid. Five minutes in his Neanderthal company would feel like five days.

Dinner dates come in all shapes and sizes. Mine is mature and buxom. Fancy a nibble? Or, …

xxx

Pru