The story of this photoshoot was a mixed one. I was very excited at the prospect of doing some new pictures, it had been at least 2 years that I hadn't done any, so I searched all over the net for a suitable escort photographer.
You will be surprised to see, if you are an escort seeking for something of quality, that the possibilities of finding something are quite thin. There are not many photographers that advertise as "escort photographers" out there, and the one who do...Mama mia!!!
There are so many poor quality pictures that they show as their advertissment work! I was ashamed for them. Not being a photographer myself but having been in contact with many at the time I did modelling of all sorts, I could recognize what was generally considered as "good" or "bad"picture, without being arrogant.
I chose a photographer that seemed to have some good enough pictures, and called him up.I will refer to him as Q. Q was amongst the most expensive escort photographers I saw. Around £370 for a CD of pictures and a few retouched on Photoshop (??? Why would anyone want retouched pictures?Aren't they happy with who they are?)

In the whole, I found that photoshoot awful. I was so upset when I came back home, I wanted to do a super blog about it on here with the photos, but instead, in my upset states, I deleted the photographer advert emails from my computer and his phone number so to get rid of any memory to do with that evening... Q was unprofessional enough to give me a cd with no name or contacts on it, and I cannot find his website nor his tarifs nor all the rubbish that he wrote on there to tell you about..I waited too long to actually publish those photos and I cannot even quote who he is! I have done a Google with his street name but nothing comes up. Well, maybe he prefers to disappear on people.

I arrived in Chelsea, back in november, for my Escort photoshoot. Q welcomed me at the top of the stairs; it was the end of his day, 6pm. I was the last one. He was friendly enough, and very forward; he was German. Q presented me to his make up artist, who was Italian, a very soft and sensitive lady whom I wondered later, why she was working with him.
He went off to the shops to get some sweets and sugary drinks and she attempted to start putting make-up on my face. I have seen many make-up artists in the past, and she wasn't the most professional of her kinds; I don't mind, she was very gentle with my hair, which was important, as well as being a lovely person. Though as I noted to her when I saw with horror that she had put enough paint on my eyelashes to make me look like some Venitian doll,(a particularly silly looking one) she just said "oh don't worry, it won't show at all on the pictures".
Doesn't it? THIS is not ME!!!

(I must have stolen it off the web somewhere)
She also put eye shadow on my eyes in a way that made me look rather scary! I looked in the mirror and saw SnowWhite's mother in law. Aaaaah!!! What a good start of the evening!
She was paid for doing this, obviously, and wasn't very keen to do my hair neither. In comparison, the make-up artist that I had had for my previous escort's photos in 2005 was very keen and professional, she made me feel wonderful and beautiful,(well, even if in an artificial way) she retouched me between each outfit and made sure my hair was always perfect. Though, that photoshoot then, was different because it was done keeping in mind the agency's requirements for whom I was working. This time, I was my own boss and I was paying them.(I couldn't find that Russian photographer again: his name is Alex, just in case one of you has some "escort photos" done and come across him. I think clients should have escorts photos done too!)

Q came back from his sweeties hunt and went into his office to do some computer work instead of coming to keep us company and discuss any outfits for the shoot. I went up and asked him what I should start wearing, first. He was very keen to be prompt so said that we would start on the bed, and why didn't I wear some pretty underwear, stockings and suspenders, and high heels. I said I didn't wear underwear nor high heels but could do lovely knickers and socks, which I like because it's different. He said fine, and insisted that I wore the knickers that showed most of my bum, and rejected my favourite pink knickers with hearts,even though I think they are the most sexy, like very low little shorts. According to him, what a shame I didn't have a thong, or a G-string! Oh no I don't, they bloody itch and are so uncomfortable, they look crap too, I will not even pretend to go there. I have done enough lap dancing and was obliged to wear such things, I ended up favouriting wearing no knickers by the end, then...
Off I was on my first set, the bed set; which I felt was a bit cheesy for what I wanted to achieve.
I came there with the idea to get the set done to my taste and get out with pictures which were me and what I like, in the escort role, but with all the healing and the softness that I offer with it. Off he started: "Clickclickclickclick" "Open your mouth""push up your ass,""smile""clickclick""We are done"Next!"
That was about 30 seconds and a half.
Who said that men can't last very long?