A Face to the Voice — and a Small, Charming Reminder
With a wink, Lena explains why her photo is here, welcomes every kind word that comes her way — and gently, but clearly, sets the record straight: bookings are made with the ladies, not with her.
All he knew was Stuttgart. Not the lady, not the hotel, not the plan.
A gentleman gave me a free hand: the lady, the restaurant, the hotel, the entire evening was left to me. All he knew was that it was going to be Stuttgart. And why the best part of an overnight date is the morning after.
Paid just for showing up? The loveliest myth Hollywood tells about us.
Hollywood says she's paid simply to be there. Part of that is even true. What the fairy tale leaves out, I'll tell you here. Honest, elegant and without pressure.
When two people say “massage”, they rarely mean the same thing.
One word on the phone, two entirely different pictures in mind. Why we wrote an escort glossary before a misunderstanding turns into an awkward evening.
Arrive with a head start, and you miss the beginning.
A glass belongs to a lovely evening. But what the ladies keep telling me has little to do with the glass and everything to do with the pace at which it was emptied. And with the four faces an evening can show.
Always the Same Lady, or a New One Every Time? Which Gentleman Is Right?
One stays with a single lady, the other loves to discover. What each of them is really looking for, and why neither is wrong.
Before the Doorbell Rings: What She Thinks Just Before She Stands at Your Door
At the office she smiles between two emails for no apparent reason. At the door she takes one last deep breath. Ariana tells us what goes through her mind in the hours before the doorbell.
He Only Wanted Dinner at the Trade Fair. So Why Call Us?
Trade fair season in Stuttgart used to mean total chaos for us. What I remember most fondly are the gentlemen who simply wanted dinner and didn't want to be alone.
Why Our Newsletter Is More Than Just a Newsletter
The first 50 sign-ups get something money can't buy: a seat beside our newest ladies from day one.
My business card reveals nothing. That is exactly the point.
The parcel has arrived: our business cards. Black paper, no company name, just a feather you only see in the right light. In a world that shows everything, this is discretion you can hold in your hand …