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Want A Woman Who Won’t Kiss And Tell? Then Pay Her

Shame on you. No morals, no integrity and no conscience.

Yep, I‘m talking about the Collingwood footy players Dane Swan and Travis Cloke who sent naked selfies to a couple of ladies. I forget which app they used now. Was it Snapchat, Insta or Fools R US?

Except it’s not the silly boys that deserve our harsh moral judgment. It’s the women that sold the photos to a weekly magazine. Boys will be boys. They sometimes do stupid things when their brain is ruled by another part of their body. A bit like a puppy that chews your shoes, there’s no point being angry.

Stupid, yes. But nasty and calculating? No. But shame on the women who sold the photos. What kind of a ‘lady?’ would do that? I can’t answer that, but I do know the kind of woman that wouldn’t. And that is a high class escort. The thought would not even cross her mind. In my hey day of escorting, I often saw gentlemen from extremely high profile jobs. “Gosh is that so-and-so?” I’d quite often think as I walk into some marble penthouse suite.

And as madam now to my Samantha X Angels escort agency, we’ve had a couple of Hollywood celebrities knocking on our door so to speak. But would we kiss and tell? Would Mr Celebrity worry that all the details of how he yells ‘Go bubba gump’ at the crucial moment be splashed across the newspapers?

Course not. We just don’t sell sex and intimacy. We sell discretion. We sell privacy. Kissing and telling is not good for business and it is certainly not what a lady does; escort or not. I’ve met ‘ladies of the night’ with more integrity and values than people I know who have ‘normal’ jobs. Yes you pay escorts to leave, but you are also paying for peace of mind.

We also don’t think men (or women) deserve to be demonised for occasionally getting their needs met from a third party. In an ideal world, we would all sit our partners down and tell them we have strayed, and that it didn’t mean anything. Honesty is always the best policy. But we don’t live in an ideal world. And if someone is going to stray, you’d rather they made it a business transaction than not.

One woman who would agree with me is my friend Tracey, a 40 something mum of two. She’s just caught her husband having an affair with a woman he met at a work conference. Not just that – she told me that she is now waiting for his decision whether to stay or go and start a new life with his new flame.

“I wish he’d been seeing one of your Angels,” she said glumly. “Then we wouldn’t be in this bloody situation.” With an escort, there is no texting in the middle of the night, no dreamy ‘I wish I was with so-and-so..’ and certainly no ‘if you don’t leave your wife for me now I will call her up and tell her EVERYTHING.’ No dramatic phone calls on Xmas Day, no sitting in a car outside your house and absolutely no naked photos in the press.

Escorts don’t want to run off with your husband. They don’t even remember his name. It really is, just a job. Most of us have kids, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends; a life. We don’t want to ruin someone else’s.