It’s a Friday night. You have no plans. You’re aching after a long, hard week at the office. You’ve had deadlines to meet, clients to impress, and your boss has been breathing down your neck to see that report on his desk. The weekend has never felt so relieving. Your usual Friday night ritual has been broken by your best mate, a twenty-something who has been dating a beautiful, English rose for the last year. Tonight, instead of your usual lads night out, he has been summoned to attend a dinner with the in-laws and your other so called friends have jumped ship too. So much for camaraderie.
It’s late. You’re alone. The evening looks set to promise a take away pizza and a few bottles of beer, while you slob out on the sofa in front of the TV and watch passive viewing of Eastenders and late night Channel 4 entertainment. You consider the mound of dirty washing that awaits you on the bathroom floor, and the arrangement of used crockery by the kitchen sink and ponder, for a moment, the possibility of filling your time with useful household chores. As productive as this might be, you think, a Friday evening is not meant to spent on sprucing up the flat.
You turn your attention back to the TV, and continue flicking through the channels, you stop and contemplate the sudden idea that has popped into your head. You’ve reach channel 304 and the image on your 40” plasma is that of a half naked women; tanned, busty and brunette. She is writhing and gyrating to the repetitive backing track to the channels interface. The screen reads ‘Dial now for your subscription to Brazilian Babe Station. We have girls waiting for you!’
Mmm. You consider dialling. A bit of company would be perfect right now. You pick up your mobile and search through your phonebook. Anna, Laura, Sophie. No one that would be perfect Friday night company. You turn back to the glow of the TV, and read the continuing tag line, ‘Chat to a girl tonight’. The only trouble is you don’t fancy chatting to a complete stranger on the phone. You pick up your laptop off the coffee table, open up the lid and wait for it to load.
You have an idea, one which has got you just a little bit more excited than the others. You remember stumbling across the website before and the Brazilian beauty on your TV is a welcome reminder. Opening up the search engine you type in escorts in central London. Your search results pop up, and you scroll down to the name of a website that seems familiar.
Adjusting yourself on the sofa, your back twinges and it reminds you to book an appointment with your Chiropractor on Monday morning. You scroll through the homepage and flit through the many tabs of the types of escorts there are. It surprises you just how much choice there is and you contemplate the idea of picking a beautiful brunette escort. Just before you click, you notice the option for massage. Why wait till Monday for a massage? Keen to relieve the knots in your back, you click, and read ‘Our escorts are trained in the art of erotic massage; book a massage with one of our Brazilian escorts now’. Even better, you say aloud.
What better way to relieve the stresses of your week than with a trained, erotic masseuse. With her skills and expertise, she’ll be able to help you relax and unwind and take you to a state of euphoria. Available 24/7, escorts in London can be on call to satisfy all of your needs. Book yourself a Brazilian massage and banish those boring Friday nights in. When your mate calls you to tell you how he loathed his weekend with his English rose and her in laws, he’ll be dead jealous when he finds out exactly how you spent yours.