Rhia Charles, high class escort in London

That’s it Then…

Summer seems to have gone and left us.  Oh no.  I am missing it already.  Come back! Saucy me is thinking of a teeny tiny trip away in November. Yes of course I will make it into a tour too.  The words Space and watch spring to mind although my guys on the VIP list will know first ;) x

Actually the changes of the season are quite lovely really.  That little chill in the air (I have put my central heating on hehe), the leaves changing colour – and then theres CHRISTMAS!!!  I love Christmas and will be spending it in gorgeous London – how fab is that?  My tree will be massive this year!

Back to the changes of the seasons; I actually love change – I know, not many people do.  I was reading something once which suggested that change was one of the scariest things for people, that and public speaking.  I embrace change in all aspects of my life, get excited about it in fact.  Public speaking?  Research has concluded that  in terms of fear,  public speaking comes second to death. Eeek! I dont like it much but if I have to do it I will.  (public speaking that is) Luckily I dont too much these days – hurray!

Talking of speaking in public; another naughty girl has washed her bits and pieces in public recently.  Wayne Rooney’s amour this time, and I think another footballer the other week. I dont know if its true and as a rule I dont comment on other ladies and I certainly make no judgement about their work and as for the gents, well I am sure they are going to get into some awful trouble at home and its their judgement call what they do with their very high profile apendages.  What I would like to comment on though is this vile kiss and tell business.  These ladies, I really dont  think they have a long term view of their life.  This obsession with fame is just ridiculous.  Andy Warhol was spot on though; 15 minutes of fame and all that.  I dont want mine though can I trade it for an extra 15 minutes of sunshine please?

You see, the thing is, when an escort sees a client (regardless of who he is), there is an unwritten contract. Its very simple and I guess it was best said by Im not sure…  He said, ‘I dont pay for the sex, I pay for her to walk away afterwards’.  That sounds a little cold and not very friendly but really, that is the basis of our relationship.  Lady and gent.  Its clean and its honest between the two parties.  I think possibly the problem with these young ladies is that they have nothing to lose (apart from a future, but like I say, they have no concept of consequence) and everything to gain – fame and fortune (they think). As someone else once said ‘Today’s news is tomorrow’s fish and chip paper’.  We dont remember the ladies who get into bed (pardon the pun) with the tabloids but Im sure the likes of Coleen Rooney, well they wont forget in a hurry.

The problem is, it makes us all look like grubby little gold diggers, fame hungry tartlets with no morals, contemptuous of our clients and as devious as hell.  I dont like it.

Solution?  I wish these guys would do their research and pick honest, honourable and discreet ladies – there really are plenty of us around. Not that I want to bed Rooney chops; he falls  totally under my specified age limit and is of course someone with media interest which Id rather not if you dont mind – but my point is, there are plenty of decent ladies out there without my preferences, he should have seen them.

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Pt 6 – The Patron

Oh did I mention that I had a Patron to help me through university?  Yes, a rather wonderful chap who used to take me out to lunch every week.  We saw each other for five years. This is the fella you can blame for my obsession with fine food, Michelin stars, champagne and such things. Lovely guy.

Arrangements are very nice.  Mister set up a standing order and popped some money into my account every month and as I say, we used to have a lunch date every week.  I really, really looked forward to it.  Sometimes we would go away for the weekend too.  He took me to Rick Stein’s place in Padstow, years and years ago; and to Gidleigh Park too.   We stayed in the hotel both times, it was fab.

It made a big difference too, financially.  It meant that I didnt have to struggle so much,  with my mortgage and things.  I hear that quite a few students these days turn to escorting to pay their way through college.  Good luck to them.

I think that when I retire in a few years time….

Oh you will have to wait for what I have planned, but you may like it!  ;) x

PS I dont believe I have shown this pic before.  It was taken on my New York photoshoot and I rejected it for my gallery.  I will see if I have any more that you havent seen.

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Vroom!

I thought you may like to drool over this? Perhaps have a fondle? Lust comes in many forms :)  Enjoy xx

Fuel your passion for classic racing cars this weekend and celebrate the spirit of Le Mans. Stirling Moss hosts the first ever Chelsea Autolegends at the Royal Hospital, opening the doors to a huge display of sports cars, with a special focus on cars driven at the French endurance race. Don’t miss Steve McQueen’s Porsche 917 and Nick Mason’s Ferrari 512, both featured in the classic 1970 film, Le Mans.
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Special Offer ~ Not to be Missed!

I have two tickets to see the brilliant comedian Dara O’Briain  I would love one of my fellas to come and share the laughter with me. Here he is, the man himself.

Here’s the deal; tickets all paid for.  Lets have an early pre-show dinner or perhaps a late one?  Back to mine for a saucy tryst.  Probably around five and a half hours in all.  £400

Laughter is an aphrodisiac, you know, hehehe :)

I NOW HAVE A DATE, Sorry to those who were disappointed x

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Ponderings…

If smoking is bad for you why does it cure kippers?

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

When the doorbell rings why does the dog always think its for them?

I know, I need to get out more :)

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50′s

Sometimes you feel that fashion is not for you.  I am very glad I didnt live during the 1920′s – all that strapping down of the boobies.  Mine would have gasped for air and sprung forth like a pair of exuberant puppies; and the flappers would have flapped.  My twins, bless. Recently, actually for quite some time now,  its all been about the waif look, Kate Moss – boyish figures, that kind of thing.  As a consequence, I have always found it difficult to find clothes to suit my shape, which I love and would never change for a stick thin body.

But dear reader, I learn of a new fashion fix for this coming season, back to the fifties.  Well you know what that means dont you?  Hour glass figures, pencil skirts et al.  Not, I hasten to add, old style teddy boy quiffs and ladies who have lived in big skirts, ankle socks and greased back pony tails for the last 50 years – yes we have all seen them.  No we are channelling Kelly and Mansfield, Hayworth and dare I say it Monroe! – the most beautiful woman who ever lived.  I am so excited I think I may well have to go on a shopping spree :)

I will be in fashion for once, horray!

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Part 5

Thanks Guys, for all the lovely emails about how much you are enjoying my story.  I did wonder, at the time, whether anyone would be remotely interested.

Anyway, I am on a roll now…. whooha!

So I left the escorting business.  A couple of reasons, and none of them to do with the threats and intimidation.

I wanted to get my degree and I wanted to travel the world, oh and I wanted to change the world too.

Which one should I start with?  It made sense that I did my degree first;  and I loved it so much I stayed on to take another one.  Im greedy like that.  If I like it, I want another one ;)

I would have been a perpetual student and I was indeed thinking along the lines of a career in academia – get a PhD, research; become a lecturer.

But then I experienced the back stabbing; not againt me,  you understand; senior lecturers, internal politics.  Holy moly, if you think ladies of the night can cat fight, you want to see these guys.  Its done with stealth though.  A jab here, a turn of the knife there, behind backs.  I was appalled.  I looked up to these guys, I thought they knew better, I thought they were better.  But they werent.  Of course not all were like that, some were lovely and Im sure there are politics within all industries, but I think I was destined to be self employed.

So I decided not to pursue this path,  much to the chagrin of my professor.  ‘I think you will regret your decision’ he said.  I havent, not for one moment.

Next, I tackle another part of my plan; to save the world.  Actually it wasn’t the first time.  I have been trying to save the world since I was eight and cajoled my friends into fundraising for the local old people’s home.  Sickening really and no-one had the decency to tell me that the place was state funded :) I dont know where I got the idea that these were folks who needed some kid to raise money for them.

I can almost see your sympathetic smile and nod (and God forbid, eye rolling :)   ‘Poor love, what was she thinking?, save the world indeed!’

I think everyone should, at least once in their life try, or even think they are capable of saving the world.  Ok maybe that is a gandiose statement or phrase rather.  Maybe I should say, ‘Have some impact, make a difference’  Yes thats better.  Everyone kept saying   ‘Oh Rhia?  yes she wants to save the world‘  A bit like that character in Dirty Dancing.  ‘Nobody puts Baby in the corner’  hehehe :)

So I did, I saved the world.

The End.

Ha!, well we all try and my contribution was minimal.

This phrase haunts me…

‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men (or women) do nothing’

Im rambling again arent I?  Right so I tried to change the world, got a few mortar boards and then set off;  around the world.  As you do. Well, you have to dont you?  A year.  Backpacking.  On my own. YEE HAA!

You really get to know yourself when you spend that much time on your own – or do you?  I used to think I did but some things lately have made me question that.  Listen, its all a learning curve; this thing called life.

So after this big adventure, I come back, more than happy to be back in beautiful England – this green and pleasant land, and it is, oh it is.  I head back to the SW, which  I hadnt lived in for a good many years and thought… ‘Well what do I do now?’…

Dinner Date Escort

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Lessons

At the time these problems, difficulties, seem impossible and insurmountable, devastating even.  But they always, always have a purpose.  A lesson to be learned, a ping from the universe if you like.  My lesson was to stop being so carte blanche with my safety.  Ok I may have had a few bits of masonry lobbed through the windows and other minor irritations but it wasnt the end of the world, and as we all know what doesnt kill you makes you stronger.  (I actually used some of the bricks to build a very fetching bespoke barbecue in the garden – see! out of great adversity and all that hahaha).

Its important not to get bitter though.  I read something once;  resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.  How true.

So, the lesson was learnt, well and truly.  Be careful who you give your address to, screen people, be selective and if all that fails – set the dog on them :)

London Companion

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How I Got Started – Pt 4

So this massage parlour decided to target all the indies (Independent Escorts) in the area and intimidate them into stopping.  Can you  imagine?  Its like trying to stop rainfall.  But intelligence was obviously not their strong point.

I wont go into too many details here lest some loon decides to do it to someone else, just to say bricks through windows at 4am,  menacing phone calls and more.

They scared most of the ladies and they left, went away.  People used to say, ‘Why arent there many ladies in Plymouth?’  – ‘Well, I dont know’ says I.  It sounded as though I was being bitter if I told them the truth.

My reaction at the time, as always was to think  and say ‘You can go to hell’; and I did say that, as new and as a green as I was, but I cant help being a tad feisty.

Listen Irish and French extraction?;  Oh alright and some good old English stiff upper lip and true grit thrown in – what a combination and what do you expect?

I make light of it now, but actually it was quite terrifying, initially not knowing who or what you are dealing with.  I would hate this stuff to happen to some young chick, really. But then, in those days I was that young chick.

I called the police, they were brilliant actually (Sgt Wendy) and a friend bought me a dawg too.

No not a poodle to comfort me, or a handbag dog -  a ‘Come on then if you think you’re hard enough’ dog – a dobermann.  Actually she was a doberwoman (a feminist dont you know). She spent ages reading Andrea Dworkin – what can you do?  When they are in their cozy dog bed, all alone without supervision??

She was my best friend, my (almost) constant companion for a good 9 years, they dont live too long, dobermanns or womans for that matter.  I adored her and she adored me more.  She was a very special girl; the softest, friendliest, daftest dog in the world – if she knew you. If she didnt…. well that was a different story and that was the whole point.     It stopped them though, these vile cowards,  in their tracks. She looked after me, that lovely girl.

It really broke my heart when she died, in my arms.  Bless her,  she was so special and so loyal. I loved her. I will cry now if you ask me to talk about her.

They still run a massage parlour in Plymouth, you know, to this day, these people.  Shameful really.

So I carried on, despite the nonsense and then after a few years I decided to stop, to retire, to do other things – and I did that for 6 years.  What made me come back?  I’ll tell you….

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Something for the Weekend?

Ive had a couple of emails recently from lovely fellas assuming that I am not available over the weekends.  Yes I am! (sometimes :)

I love a weekend rendez vous, no dashing back to the office, lots of time and he is in weekender mode.

So if you have a sexy saturday or indeed sunday in mind, the answer is YES.

Have a great weekend and I’ll see you on another one  (weekend that is)  x

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