Intimate Confessions of a London Escort: Volume 1 to Volume 10

By DoroClem Publishing

Winifred is a high-class London escort / prostitute / call girl who is over £50,000 in debt.

Her family and friends call her Winnie.

In the sex industry, she is known simply as RED

She also works as a personal assistant at an American hedge fund company in Canary Wharf, East London.

She never planned to be an escort. However, after defaulting on her mortgage and on numerous credit cards and store cards, she decided to sell her body to wealthy men to help clear her debt and avoid bankruptcy.

In “Intimate Confessions of a London Escort”, she discusses her many experiences with various clients arranged by her madam - Abigail – and her relationship with her family, who are unaware that their daughter / sister works as a high-class whore.

The bank is about to repossess her flat, and debt collectors are breathing down her neck.

She must make a lot of money quickly if she is going to stay afloat and avoid bankruptcy.

Delve into a world of expensive cars, private jets, yachts, helicopters, hotels, mansions, and drugs.

Volume 1
Sex With An Arab Man In His Hotel Suite

Volume 2
One Night Stand

Volume 3
Threesome With A Top Sportsman

Volume 4
A Helicopter Ride And Then Sex On A Russian Billionaire’s Yacht

Volume 5
Swingers’ Party

Volume 6
Sex On A Rotating Bed With A Japanese Software Mogul And His Wife

Volume 7
Sex, An African Politician, And A Few Grams Of Cocaine

Volume 8
Sex On A Private Jet

Volume 9
Sex With Two French Fashion Designers

Volume 10
The Sex Sessions

Other ebooks by the author, Chris William.
HOLY TRINITY COLLEGE: THE BOARDING SCHOOL MAFIA

If you think boarding school has no similarities with the Mafia, then think again.

On the surface, Holy Trinity College is a regular single sex (boys only) Catholic secondary school somewhere in Africa. However, below the surface, without the knowledge of the college administration, the prefects run the college like the Mafia.

There are unwritten rules. There is a strict hierarchical system and all students are expected to know where they fit into the hierarchy and to behave accordingly.

At the top of the hierarchy are the prefects in year five who have "rights". Year one to four students have no "rights" and are at the mercy of year five students.

In order to acquire "rights", students have to survive the first four years, and then survive an initiation ceremony at the end of year four.

Delve into a world of sex, corporal punishment, guns, bribery, corruption, brothels, revenge, alcohol, and theft. A world in which snitching is forbidden, obedience is necessary, and which has an initiation ceremony, which involves a long list of human rights abuses.

This book is based on true events and relates to a boarding college in Africa.

VOLUME 1:
The academic year begins and the locked room mystery both shocks and impresses everyone in equal measure.

1. THE FIRST NIGHT
2. THE DAY BEFORE
3. THE ARRIVAL
4. CAMPUS TOUR AND INDUCTION
5. THE LOCKED ROOM MYSTERY
Continues in VOLUME 2

HOLY TRINITY COLLEGE: THE BOARDING SCHOOL MAFIA -
VOLUME 2

By Chris William

1. THE LOCKED ROOM MYSTERY (Continued)
2. THE FIRST DINNER
3. GETTING READY – MORNING DUTY
4. MORNING MASS
5. THE FIRST WEEK
6. THE OTHER STUDENTS RETURN

Continues in VOLUME 3

HOLY TRINITY COLLEGE: THE BOARDING SCHOOL MAFIA -
VOLUME 3

By Chris William

1. THE OTHER STUDENTS RETURN (CONTINUED)
2. ALL IN: THE ACADEMIC YEAR BEGINS
3. THE JAMS: THE CHICKEN AND EGG DILEMMA

• Language: English
• Publisher: DoroClem Publishing
• Release date: Jun 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781476196015

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Intimate Confessions of a London Escort –

Volume 1 to Volume 10

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By Chris William

Copyright © 2011 by Chris William

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SEX WITH AN ARAB MAN IN HIS HOTEL SUITE

The caller was one of Abigail’s long-term clients. He was an Arab man who visited London quite frequently with his family. He had just seen the email Abigail sent and wanted to meet me for three hours. That meant a £1,500 fee: £600 for Abigail and £900 for me. That would cover a huge portion of my monthly mortgage payment.

I asked Abigail if she had any condoms. I did not expect to have an appointment so soon and I did not bring any with me. Abigail went to her bedroom and returned with a pack of six condoms. She gave me the client’s phone number and hotel address. She then led me to the door and kissed me goodbye.

I got into my car and made a quick call to my friends to cancel our date. I told them I wasn’t feeling too good and wanted to go to bed early. I then drove to the hotel whose name I can’t mention for obvious reasons. When I got to the hotel, I called the number Abigail gave me and a man with an Arab accent answered the phone. He said he was a bodyguard for the client. He came downstairs and led me to his boss’s suite.

The client was in his fifties, tall, and had a potbelly. He asked me if I was hungry, as he had ordered some food. I told him I didn’t mind. The food was delicious: it was definitely tastier than the beans on toast I had eaten earlier for dinner. We spent over two hours eating and talking.

When we had finished eating, he led me to the bedroom, took off his clothes, and asked me to undress as well. His potbelly looked bigger without his clothes on, but I didn’t care.

I had fucked them all, short men, tall men, fat men, slim men, and men with absolutely no sense of personal hygiene. I quickly undressed and joined him in bed. He went crazy on my tits, sucking them hard until they hurt.

He then went down on me, licking my hairy unshaven pussy as I moaned in pleasure. After about a minute, I slid a condom onto his cock and proceeded to give him a blowjob. I got on my knees and put his huge circumcised cock in my mouth.

After I had been sucking his cock for about two minutes, he asked me to ride him and I duly obeyed. About six minutes later, he was standing at the edge of the bed, pounding my pussy from behind. His cock was quite long and he was fucking me deep and slapping my ass at the same time. After about a minute in this position, he took off the condom and shot his load on my ass.

I had a shower, said my goodbyes, and left the hotel. I immediately called Abigail to say I had left the hotel and she told me £900 would be in my bank account by Wednesday the following week as it could take the bank up to three working days to process payments.

On my way home, I imagined how happy I would be when I had paid off all my debts. I felt no guilt, remorse, or disgust about what I had just done. I had to do it to pay off my debts and avoid losing my flat or being forced into bankruptcy. I considered it unavoidable - a necessary evil.

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My name is Winifred and I just turned 30. For the last five years, I have been employed as a PA (personal assistant) at a very successful American hedge fund company in Canary Wharf, situated in the east end of London UK. I was born in Newham general hospital in the east end of London to working class Catholic parents. I was their first child. My parents always had a very god work ethic, which they instilled in their five kids. I grew up in a modest three-bed terrace house in East Ham and currently live in Stratford, home to the Olympic 2012 stadium. Therefore, you can call me a typical London girl.

I can say that I had a happy childhood. Both of my parents were teachers. My mum taught in a primary school, while my dad taught in a secondary school. I received lots of love form my mum but my dad was always away. I never felt any love from my father. He never hugged me or read me bedtime stories just as other dads did. I was so desperate for fatherly love but every time I plucked up the courage to talk to my dad about his very distant attitude, he would always brush me off, saying he was too busy.

I started to rebel against my dad when I was fourteen years old. I started smoking, drinking, and tried drugs. I would go out all night drinking with friends and miss school the next day. I suppose it was a desperate cry for the attention of my dad. I started having sex at the age of fifteen. I had a lot of unprotected sex in a bid to get pregnant but I never conceived. I wanted to have a baby who would love me unconditionally: a baby who would give me the love my father never gave me.

When I was sixteen years old, we came home one day to find out that my father had packed a few of his clothes and left. He simply left a note saying that he could not do the family thing anymore. He wanted to be free to live like a bachelor again. Everyone was devastated, especially my mom. My dad had several affairs during his marriage with my mum but my mom always stood by him. Although she confronted my dad a few times about his numerous affairs, she wanted to keep the family together. However, she never imagined that my dad would walk out on his family. He continued to support us financially but he never came to see us after he left. He never even called us on our birthdays. The whole situation made me develop strong hate for my father. I was his little girl, desperate for his love but he abandoned my siblings and me. My parents finally got divorced three years after my dad left.

I achieved five GCSEs at the age of sixteen and decided to leave school. My teachers had expected me to get at least eight GCSEs but my father’s departure made me lose focus. My mother and siblings were happy with my results and congratulated me for weeks on end. My mother wanted me to further my education but I no longer had the drive to do so. I suppose I would have kept on studying if my father had not left us. For a couple of years after my dad left, I did a couple of jobs here and there and regularly gave my mum money for housekeeping. I worked in many bars and supermarkets and the money I gave my mum was not a lot but she was so proud of me.