Erotic massage & escort in Mayfair

Mayfair has a dress code even when nobody writes it down, and I like that about it. Escort dates in Mayfair are the most social I do: a drink where people can see us, a late dinner, a walk back past the dark shop windows of Mount Street, and then a room where nobody can see anything at all. I’m Lola, independent, and I come in from Earl’s Court for the evening.

Escort dates in Mayfair: the bar first, then upstairs

Here’s how I like it. Pick a bar: one of the big hotel bars on Park Lane if you want to be seen, or somewhere tucked into the little lanes of Shepherd Market if you’d rather not be. You get there first and order something for me (surprise me). I arrive in black, unhurried, and sit a little closer than a colleague would. One drink, maybe two: you find out I’m funny, I find out whether you are, and the men at the other tables find something else to look at, eventually.

Then I leave first. I pick up my bag, say goodnight as if we’ve only just met, and walk out. You settle the bill, count to sixty and follow. I already have your room number, and I’m waiting at your door with my shoes in my hand.

Cut to: the corridor carpet, my heels hooked on two fingers, and your hand not quite steady on the door.

That’s the girlfriend experience (GFE) at its most cinematic, and it fits neatly into an hour or two at your hotel.

Dinner date escort in Mayfair, W1

If you want the whole evening, book a dinner date: three or four hours, a table you’ve chosen and a woman across it with no intention of discussing your work. Mayfair does late dinners better than anywhere in London, and I’m very good at not noticing the next table noticing me.

Afterwards it’s a short walk through Berkeley Square, or down to Park Lane and your room. Book the table in your name, and put the time and the street in our chat, never in a link. A dinner date needs 24 hours’ notice and no deposit; we settle up when the evening starts, cash or transfer, and my cab goes on the same bill.

Overnights in a Mayfair hotel

Some dinners don’t want to stop at the door. Keep me till morning with an overnight: in Mayfair it usually begins at the bar and ends with breakfast in bed and me crossing Green Park in yesterday’s heels. You’ll get your six hours’ sleep, because I insist; the hours either side of them are another story. Give me two days’ warning. Nothing is paid in advance; the fee is settled as the night begins.

If it’s my hands you want rather than my company, that’s a different trip, and you make it. The massage table lives at my flat in Earl’s Court, back down the Piccadilly line from Green Park, with warm oil and a hot shower waiting and no hotel corridor to walk down.

Travelling to Mayfair: cab, Tube and rush hour

Twenty minutes by cab outside rush hour: Cromwell Road, Knightsbridge, round Hyde Park Corner and up Park Lane or along Piccadilly. In the evening rush, give me half an hour or more. The Piccadilly line runs there with no change. Your nearest stations are Green Park (Jubilee, Piccadilly, Victoria), Hyde Park Corner (Piccadilly) and, on the Grosvenor Square side, Bond Street (Central, Jubilee, Elizabeth).

Mayfair runs into Marylebone across Oxford Street and into Knightsbridge past the corner of the park, and I cover both. Message me with the day, the time and the name the room is under; I’ll take it from there.