Rhia Charles, high class escort in London

How I Started…

Now I dont often tell people this. People have asked often enough though; and its  not that its a secret or particularly gruesome or glamourous either.  Its just what it is and some people have said, ‘Save it for your memoirs darling’, but that’s assuming anyone will want to read them minus the salacious stuff and you know I dont kiss and tell dont you my lovely?  Its just not my style.

Anyway, lets dispel a few myths.

I wasnt abused, sexually or otherwise as a child, I had/have very responsible and respectable parents.  I wasnt a wild child – ok a little bit, but not in the way you think, only in comparison to my siblings.  The extent of my wildness would be to go travelling around the world on my own but phone my mum every week so she wouldnt worry. Just a little walkabout really.  But I was a little defiant, actually quite a lot, and that has never changed.  I do what I want, within reason; I dont hurt or bother anyone else and therefore as far as I am concerned, thats that.

I have never been addicted to drugs.  Yes I have the odd glass of something sparkly but I dont smoke and I dont take drugs, ever.

I wasnt even promiscuous as a younger girl.  No, one night stands  for me.  I have never had one, still wouldnt; I find the thought quite nauseating.

I have had a relatively decent education and a degree from a relatively decent university.  I even have a Masters degree too, maybe a PhD one day?  Who knows?

So, how does a girl like me find herself doing a job like this?  First of all, you need to know that this is not my only source of income.  No, I have another career which I very much enjoy but will not discuss on here.

So , I dont need the money for drugs, I havent been abused, I can make money elsewhere.  Why?? Good girl gone bad?  Well its not as simplistic as that , is it?

No Im not bad, (actually Ive been told Im very good ;) but back on track – not in the sense that most of us fairly sane people understand  as ‘bad’  but then we could start to tread down the Victorian puritanical route which, as much as we protest, still has a strangle-hold, certainly on the perceptions of this profession.  Yes folks, you can go out every saturday night and shag a stranger with zero protection, maybe two or more strangers, but prostitution!!!??, well  its immoral, isnt it?

Listen, Ive been on forums  where the venom against us ladies is almost tangible and I am not talking about some religious fanatics’  forum, I speak here of forums dedicated to escorts and clients. The clients are the ones with the venom – not all obviously, but a huge percentage and enough to make you want to have a screening policy, hmm :)  I’ve even challenged them (that will be the defiant mare in me :) asking them to examine why they say the things they do; a tad pointless really, as is asking any hypocrite to justify themself.

Anyway, that nonsense aside, I have always been fascinated by ladies of the night.  My first exposure was obviously through books or movies.  I loved the high class ladies I read about.  One book changed my life, or the path of it. 79 Park Avenue.  Its out of print now but I managed to get it a copy of  it just a couple of years ago.  I was quite nervous about reading it. It having had such an impact on me but  it wasnt quite the same when I re-read it,  just goes to show how we actually change;  I believe there was a film made from the book too.  Anyway, these high class ladies appealed to me.  The glamour, the sexual chemistry, the mystery, the seduction, the independence, well everything really. I admired these ladies immensely.

I always knew I would do it though, be a high class whatever.  It was just a matter or where, when and with whom.

But let me go back a bit.  I grew up amongst friends, Bohemian types if you like who never judged anyone.  Within that group was one who had a friend who worked as a street walker, another one had a friend who used to work the bars.  They werent pro’s, my friends,  like I say, they just accepted people for who they were,  not for what they did.  As a result, I got to know a few of these ladies by proxy and I remember thinking, at the age of around 15, well if I ever did this I think I know how I would work.

So then years later, I find myself with a massive mortgage and the company I was affiliated to had gone bust.  Desperate times.  I sat in my beautiful garden and gazed at the lovely house I had worked so hard to get and I mulled things over and thought, ‘Well maybe now is the time’.  I didnt know what to do though, how to do it.  I wasnt going to hang around under a lamp post.  I saw first hand what those chicks have to put up with and its not pretty.  No, there had to be a better way for me…….

Stay tuned x

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