The Return of the Black Cat

The Diary of a High Class Call Girl

Monday 13 December 2012

I am a High Class Call Girl, who works in London. I have been out of the Country for a while and have returned from Hong Kong to prowl around London . This is my Diary and Blog of my Exploits. I am a Single Girl, who works in the City for a Top Investment Bank, and I work for a London City Bank. My employer does not know that I have a lucrative Line as a Prostitute. I prefer the word Courtesan as I am indeed mysterious and I am skilled in the art of Seduction of men.  Most of my Clients are Rich Businessman and Investment Bankers with Money to Burn. Many are Fathers are married to Smart Intelligent women. It always amazes me how they lie, and Hide there Wedding Rings. The Rules are that I never get emotionally involved with the Clients, Sex with them is a Business. At the end of the day they offer Money, so I can make a better life for myself. Money is not the total reason for my life as a Courtesan.  I have a day job that is well paid as an Investment Banker. I do it because I enjoy the Secrecy and the Sex. How did I get into the Business in the first place ? Well that indeed is a long story. I would warn others not to follow into the Oldest profession as they are too young to waste there lives in this profession.  I would advise them to get a good education. However there will always be some who like the lifestyle like me, and who enjoy sex with men.

I was a Student who studied for an Economics and Business Degree. Like Most Students I was hard up and needed the money. I had to provide the Rent, on a Studio apartment I shared with Claire a Drama Student. One day, as a way of supplementing are Student Grants Claire and I decided to reply to a Night Club Advert for Lap Dancers. The Club was called the Les Cage Aux Oiseaux in Soho.

Claire and I decided to attend the auditions for New Working Girls. I decided to create Stage Names to make us sound more interesting to men. I gave myself the name the Black Cat and Claire became known as Phoenix. After the lectures at the London School of Economics, Claire AKA Phoenix met up to travel by The Tube to Soho. We found the Club, after much searching on a Side Street, the Neon Sign lit up said, 'Les Cage Aux Oiseaux'.  Both Phoenix and myself were nervous so we took drag on our Cigarettes. I then plucked up the Courage to push on the Door, and then I went down a flight of stairs to the Basement . The Club was lit up by Ultraviolet Lights, and pretty working Girls, who were tall and Medium Sized, Undressed and in many cases wearing nothing but lovely Basques, Stockings and Suspenders, and Corsets. One of the Girls was dancing and Gyrating on Stage, and the Bar was manned by a Barman called Jacques  and a Girl with nothing much on called Eve. Eve strutted her stuff, as if on a Catwalk walking in front of the men in High Heels, a Basque, Stockings and Suspenders with a White Feminine Garter Belt. The Men who were drinking at the Bar, seemed Rich and they wore Smart Business Suits.  Men were also to be seen sitting at tables with a Small Lamp. Every now, and then, they would call, a woman over, and whisper sweet nothings in her Ear. They would stuff Bank Notes, in Sterling into her Garter Belt. The Club had  a strict no touching policy, and any man who transgressed this code, was thrown out of the Club by two Burly Bouncers on the Door.

Phoenix and I The Black Cat walked gingerly up to the Bar. As Confidently, as I could managed I told Jacques, ' We are here for the auditions for New Girls'. Jacques the Bar Man reached for an Intercom and called for the Club Manager, a man called Mr King ( not his real name of course but a pseudonym.  A few minutes later a refined slim looking man, in his middle ages, came out through some side doors.  He wore a smart dark Pin stripe Suit, and had a pressed handkerchief in his top pocket. He had thick black Curly Hair, and Steel Blue eyes, and was clean shaven.

I opened the Conversation and said, ' Dear Sir, we are here for the Auditioning of new Girls, Both of us are Students?'. There was a pause before Mr King opened his mouth. He broke into a smile and pointed to the changing Rooms, ' Go and See Gloria, She will Kit you out, and give you some tips, Do not be nervous there is nothing to it.  Both of you will need to get changed'. He eyed both of us up and down.

A few Seconds later Gloria one of the working Girls, Glad in a Black Dress, came out of the Doors to the Changing room. She said, 'Hello and please follow me'. We both walked down the side passage to the Girls Changing Rooms. We arrived in a large Mirrored Room, hanging up on rails were Girls Dresses and lots of Basques, Corsets and Knickers.

We took off our Coats and hung them up on the Rails, along with our Shoulder Bags. I asked Gloria how long she had been working in the Club, and she replied more than 25 years. Gloria asked for our Sizes ' What is your Dress and Bra Size? ' She Said. I replied that mine was a slim 16 and my cup size was a 38D. Phoenix replied that she was a 16 and 35 C Cup.

Gloria then moved to a rail where the Corsets and Basques were hanging up. She decided that  I was to wear a pretty Black and Red Polker dot Corset SIZE 38 D,  Knickers, Suspender Belt and Stockings and Garter. She thrust the Lingerie of the rail into my hand. Then she moved to the Shoe Rack and found a size 9 Pair of Stiletto Heals to go with my outfit and handed that to me.  She then moved to the Stunned Phoenix and selected a Pink Corset and Knickers, Suspender Belt and Stockings. Phoenix was handed stiletto Heels in Pink to go with the Outfit. She then ushered us into the Changing Rooms, which consisted of a Mirror with Lights around the outside and make up desk.

Once in our individual Changing Rooms I locked the Door, and took off my Dress, Bra and Knickers, Stockings and Suspenders and hung the items on a rail. I then stood naked before the Mirror, observing naked silhouette and my firm Breasts. I pulled on the Knickers, and then opened the metal clasps of the Corset. It fitted perfectly over my Breasts, and they were then squashed in firmly. The Corset provided the necessary support. I put on the Suspender Belt, and attached the metal Clasps to the top of my Black Stockings. I adjusted it, so the stockings were nice and taught. I then pulled on the Black Lace Garter Belt and pulled it up over my ankle to my Thigh. I climbed into the High Heels. Any Girl will tell you that Corsets and Black Stiletto Heels cause pain for prolonged periods of standing, and the Corset is torture when the lace strings are pulled tight.  I found Gloria in the next room and Phoenix who was now changed into her Corset, Knickers and Stockings and Suspenders.

Gloria ushered us to some seats, and told us to sit. She then applied mascara to our faces and applied Black Eyeliner and Red Lipstick. She then gave us advice about how to walk on stage, to Give the Punters what they wanted, and How to hold the gaze of a man. We were told to bend over and sway our Hips in a feminine manner and to walk up and down in High Heels.

Once this was over, we walked down the Corridor to the Stage Door of the Club. In a few minutes the Door was opened and I walked Confidently out in the Stilettos. I was blinded by the stage Lights, all the men in the room turned to watch me. I walked up and down the stage and turned then I gyrated and swayed hips to the Music. Phoenix did the same and followed behind. The men wolf whistled and gave appreciative Looks, eyeing my Hourglass figure in the Red Polkerdot Corset up and down. I then left the stage and took to the floor. Men stuffed Notes into my Garter Belt, and Cups of the Corset. I had never seen so much money in all my life. There were 100 Pound Notes.

After 10 Minutes or so the routine was over, and Phoenix and I returned to the dressing room. Gloria gave us encouragement and said, 'Way to Go Girls, it looks as if Mr King has taken a liking to you'. Once changed back into our dresses we filed out into the main Bar area where Mr King was waiting.

Mr King said, ' You did Good tonight', 'I would like to offer a Contract of 800 Pound a  week'. ' Anything that you earn extra you get to keep'. 'Can you work from 8-00pm to 1-00pm at night.'
Both Phoenix nodded appreciatively, and agreed that we would do so, and be back tomorrow.
We then said 'Goodbye' and we took are ill gotten Gains, and added it the money in our Purse.

And That was that. We had successfully auditioned for Mr Kings  Lap Dancing Troupe. It was the start of many a long Night and both of us were not afraid of the hard work as long as the money kept rolling in. Of course, I was young and naïve back then, but lap dancing was my introduction to the art of seduction and being a Courtesan. More to follow: Next Month.