On any given day in the year I am usually available for client bookings in my role as a popular London “sensual therapy goddess” or “massage girl”. I don’t tend to take time off as I consider my ‘work’ to be more of a lifestyle choice than anything else however for seven days every May I am exclusive to a regular gentleman companion when we fly out to Monaco and board his chartered yacht for one of the most glamorous social events in the yearly calendar.
For four short days in May we wine and dine in unadulterated luxury whilst the boat is moored at the small port of Monaco. Our trackside berth always gives us prime viewing of the Grande Prix circuit at Tabac corner and T jetty and it is terribly exciting watching all those F1 cars speed past on what is actually the world’s most demanding course. Saturday is the qualifying day and Sunday is the actual race and for 78 laps we watch in awe as world champions flash past at high speed whilst we enjoy the weather and snack on canapés, nibbles and take a cooling dip in the water. Once the race is over our luxury yacht moves out along the French Riviera and heads towards Saint Tropez where we stay at anchor off the coast and spend our days sunbathing and swimming.
The Sunday evening, after the race and before we leave the marina, my companion always throws a party for around 40 invited guests and this, for me, is one of the highlights of the trip. Guests in the past have included a mix of high powered businessmen and their wives, celebrities, models and actors and the conversation at these soirees has been intriguing and definitely eye opening from private politics to pre-production and of course real celebrity gossip from those in the know. Whilst my whole wardrobe for the trip has been carefully planned and chosen in the weeks leading up to the trip the outfit for this single party has to be the most important. Casual couture which, despite having been meticulously agonised over for weeks on end, must give the impression of being a casually thrown together ensemble at the last minute.
Most guests gather on the Aft main deck to be served drinks and tasty tidbits by the stewards whilst others choose to enjoy the sea view and lounge in comfortable chairs on the Aft VIP deck. Many of the younger guests such as the musicians and models tend to prefer the pleasures of the Jacuzzi on the sundeck and their glasses are continually topped up by the dutiful stewards and stewardesses who work on the yacht. The party will usually continue into the small hours, often the last guests leave when the sun rises on the horizon and when the last goodbyes have been said we retire to our master suite. In previous years, guests have stayed over in the many VIP suites and state rooms however our crew tend to make sail whilst we are still sleeping so that we arrive in Saint Tropez by the time we arise for breakfast and on a previous occasion we had to return to Monaco to deliver a guest who had inadvertently fallen asleep in one of the cabins and had not realised we had sailed for port until he arose, poor soul. So as I sit in the back of my chauffeur driven car watching the rivulets of English rain run down the window, I think back to my week in the sun on board the beautiful yacht in the French Riviera and smile knowing that it wont be too long before I am back there again. But in the meantime I have an Italian gentleman awaiting my company in a suite at The Ritz…
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