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Cross dressing escapade for the sexy Middlesex Escort

2nd February 2012

I chose sunset when the darkness of winter was closing in and a chill wind ravaged the under dressed on the city streets. One thing I couldn’t be accused off was being under dressed. I had begged and borrowed most of the stuff I needed from friends of my Middlesex escort friends.

I wore a three piece suit, generously cut to hide my busty escort figure, a huge tweed long coat as it not only hid my pert bottom but pulled up to my neck it hid most of my face too. I wore a fake moustache and my long hair was pinned up and at present under my wonderful Fedora hat. My look was complete with my hand made leather shoes. So, all in all I would say that my disguise was good but wouldn’t stand up to intense scrutiny. I was impressed with the moustache though. It had been applied by my friend Samantha at Middlesex escorts. The girl took part in amateur dramatics, helping out back stage, and was a genius with a whole range of cosmetics, fake noses and fake hair. She almost had me believing I was a guy!

So, with the benefit of borrowed clothes, a fake moustache and someone else’s membership card I attempted to get into an exclusive gentlemen’s club. I approached the imposing doorway tentatively, waiting for the right moment but not wanting to draw attention to myself. It was dark now and I figured that many of the senior guys in the city would be leaving the office and visiting their clubs and so it was. As a group of five or so approached the door I tagged along and kept my hat on, my collar up and my sexy Middlesex girl's head down. I flashed the card along with the others and I was lucky that the concierge was in conversation with one of the guys before me, something about a lost umbrella.

I had made it. I stood on the elegantly crafted marble floor and looked around me at the astounding opulence of the place. As a visiting Middlesex escort I had seen some wonderful hotels and some very impressive private homes but I had never seen anything like this. There was polished dark wood panelling every where one looked. Doors were huge, solid, heavy wooden things and the door furniture was of polished brass. Commanding figures looked down from portraits – I laughed thinking they were looking at me as if condemning my presence – and beautifully crafted statues adorned the hallways.

I sent a text to my Middlesex Escort friends, asking them what they were up to just so that they could ask the same of me and I could blow their minds! With all the excitement I was feeling rather turned on. It was time for phase two of my sexy plan.