James was a very successful investment researcher. He studied finance and economics in Cambridge and got his first job working as a investment adviser at Morgan Stanley. A few years later he got headhunted to work for a private German company, specialising in foreign equities and funds. The market was very competitive, but that aligned with his ambitions and personality. He had always been the competitive type, in all aspects in life. At school, he was involved in many sports teams. He played football and tennis, and was the fastest swimmer in the swimming team. Now apart from the occasional golf with business clients, he played money.
The main thing that kept him on his toes, because the trading of millions and billions of pounds created quite an excitement for him. You could call him a workaholic. His normal day started at 6:30am and finished at 9pm. But it wasn't enough for James. His ambition told him that he would become one of the directors in the company if he continued to work twice as hard as he did now. With all his time devoted to work, the only thing that was left blank was his love life. He had no time for relationships, not to mention that he wasn't even slightly interested in the idea of a relationship. The whole dating, living together, loving and caring all seemed like too big of an investment of his time. The equation simply did not seem to balance itself when you put work and relationship side by side. Despite how much his parents pushed and hinted for him to get a girlfriend in the hope of having grandchildren, James had worked out his own ways to persuade himself to ignoring the needs to settle down.
In his book of equations, time equals money. And that was why he valued the service of the escort agencies in London so much. One phone call, and the girl of your choice would come to you at a time you wanted, at a place you wanted. To him, this had worked the best for the past two years. Obviously he had no time to socialise or to meet girls. But a man still had his needs right. James first discovered the service of London escort agencies when his banker friend booked a few stunning girls for a sailing trip one summer. The girls were gorgeous and professional, from a high class escort agency, they knew how to entertain and impress. That was when James met Stacey. A beautiful brunette that was in her final year of study in law and business. They clicked straight away with a lot in common to talk about.
They chatted about politics and commerce, recent topics from The Times, and their ambitions and goals in life. There was an instant chemistry, and the expensive champagne on board and the aqua blue ocean certainly helped in a ridiculous romantic way. The sex was unbelievable. Yet the best part was that there was a mutual understanding that there would be no strings attached. No expectations and unreasonable demands. It was fun, light, and sexy. James didn't see Stacey again after that summer trip. He had moved on to other girls. He had embraced the convenience of having the service from an escort agency, and had met many other beautiful girls after that. Sometimes he would book someone just so he could take a date when attending business functions and dinners. The girls were always beautifully presented, intelligently articulate and most of all professional and skillful. The night would always end with a high note. As a matter of fact, he had already started considering of bringing one to meet his parents just so they would leave him in peace for a few months...