Centre Stage

Jennifer Chesham

Since I have already contributed to the article you can read on Spotlight, it might  seem rather self-serving to be writing the first Centre Stage piece as well, but  I hope it will encourage others amongst you to take the Centre Stage position  in the future. The piece on this page can be about almost anything the Centre  Stage lady wants; it could be about herself, her lifestyle or about something  else that might be of interest. For the sake of transparency, I should add that  a dear friend of mine, who is an established freelance writer for magazines  such as Vogue and Harper's Bazaar amongst others, has edited this and the  Spotlight page article; and will continue to contribute to StageDoor in the  future together with other fabulous writers.

This is a first for me, actually writing about my life as I do in my  diary; except that in this case not just me, but others will be reading it here  on StageDoor. Although I have been somewhat of a discreet courtesan on and off  for most of my adult life, I have only been accessible as an independent escort  much more recently. My relatively short time as an independent escort drifted  into the doldrums months ago because of the terrible impact of Covid-19, which  precluded any dating on my part, or indeed, on the part of most of my clients.  

Since I have already contributed to the article you can read on Spotlight, it might  seem rather self-serving to be writing the first Centre Stage piece as well, but  I hope it will encourage others amongst you to take the Centre Stage position  in the future. The piece on this page can be about almost anything the Centre Stage lady wants; it could be about herself, her lifestyle or about something else that might be of interest. For the sake of transparency, I should add that  a dear friend of mine, who is an established freelance writer for magazines  such as Vogue and Harper's Bazzar amongst others, has edited this and the  Spotlight page article; and will continue to contribute to StageDoor in the  future.

This is a first for me, actually writing about my life as I do in my  diary; except that in this case not just me, but others will be reading it here  on StageDoor. Although I have been somewhat of a discrete courtesan on and off  for most of my adult life, I have only been accessible as an independent escort  much more recently. My relatively short time as an independent escort drifted  into the doldrums months ago because of the terrible impact of Covid-19, which  precluded any dating on my part, or indeed, on the part of most of my clients.  

Consequently, apart from occasional liaisons with a few of my existing clients, my ongoing journey is  in somewhat of a holding pattern, at least for a while. However, my diaries are  full of adventures from my times as a courtesan, and I thought you would enjoy  reading about them, so here is an amusing one that I hope will enjoy reading  about. I had met a gentleman at The Dorchester Hotel in London a few weeks before, and a  few days later he called to invite me to stay for a weekend at his house in the  South of France. I was pleasantly surprised when he wired the full fee to me in  advance but more than a little concerned when he told me to go to London City  Airport rather than Heathrow to catch my flight; but I soon discovered that  this was because he was sending his own jet to fly me to Nice. Well, I had  never flown in a private jet before, and I was terribly excited at the  prospect; so, I paid a visit to my hairdresser, packed my bags, and off I went.  The flight to Nice was quite an experience, I was the only passenger, and the  crew were all so sweet to me. When we landed, I was met by the gentleman’s PA  and driven to a place on the coast I had never heard about called St. Jean Cap  Ferrat. It  was absolutely beautiful, and every house there looked as amazing as the last. The villa we came to was on a cliff overlooking the sea and it was simply  beautiful.

The PA took me to a poolside bedroom suite to unpack and told me  that it would be all mine for the weekend. When  I had freshened up, I took a walk around the property and, apart from staff, no  one seemed to be there. I sat by the pool and a pretty maid brought me a drink.  I sat there for a while before asking another member of staff if my client was  around but was told that he was away on business. Well, you can imagine my  surprise! I found the PA in an upstairs office in the residence and inquired  as to what was going on. Apparently, the client had left for Zurich only hours before  because of a business emergency and I was already on the jet, so he had left  instructions that I should be treated as a guest for the weekend; or, if I  preferred, to be flown back to London. I thought for a moment and decided to stay. The weekend was so relaxing, and the cook prepared some marvellous meals, and I  swam in the pool and slept like a log. The client had called me on the first  evening and, can you believe, apologised for his absence. Well, I thought to myself, you  really are such an incredibly lucky girl.

PS:  I live in a wonderful apartment with a roof terrace in London’s Belgravia, and  I also have a very nice thatched cottage in the New Forest which I look forward  to seeing again when the weather  gets better, hopefully by Spring or Summer 2021. I miss my frequent trips to  New York and the West Coast too, so please let this bothersome period of ‘stay  at home’ come to an end sometime soon.

Bye for now.

Jennifer

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Jennifer Chesham

Jennifer Chesham

Since I have already contributed to the article you can read on Spotlight, it might  seem rather self-serving to be writing the first Centre Stage piece as well, but  I hope it will encourage others amongst you to take the Centre Stage position  in the future. The piece on this page can be about almost anything the Centre Stage lady wants; it could be about herself, her lifestyle or about something else that might be of interest. For the sake of transparency, I should add that  a dear friend of mine, who is an established freelance writer for magazines  such as Vogue and Harper's Bazzar amongst others, has edited this and the  Spotlight page article; and will continue to contribute to StageDoor in the  future.

This is a first for me, actually writing about my life as I do in my  diary; except that in this case not just me, but others will be reading it here  on StageDoor. Although I have been somewhat of a discrete courtesan on and off  for most of my adult life, I have only been accessible as an independent escort  much more recently. My relatively short time as an independent escort drifted  into the doldrums months ago because of the terrible impact of Covid-19, which  precluded any dating on my part, or indeed, on the part of most of my clients.  

Consequently, apart from occasional liaisons with a few of my existing clients, my ongoing journey is  in somewhat of a holding pattern, at least for a while. However, my diaries are  full of adventures from my times as a courtesan, and I thought you would enjoy  reading about them, so here is an amusing one that I hope will enjoy reading  about. I had met a gentleman at The Dorchester Hotel in London a few weeks before, and a  few days later he called to invite me to stay for a weekend at his house in the  South of France. I was pleasantly surprised when he wired the full fee to me in  advance but more than a little concerned when he told me to go to London City  Airport rather than Heathrow to catch my flight; but I soon discovered that  this was because he was sending his own jet to fly me to Nice. Well, I had  never flown in a private jet before, and I was terribly excited at the  prospect; so, I paid a visit to my hairdresser, packed my bags, and off I went.  The flight to Nice was quite an experience, I was the only passenger, and the  crew were all so sweet to me. When we landed, I was met by the gentleman’s PA  and driven to a place on the coast I had never heard about called St. Jean Cap  Ferrat. It  was absolutely beautiful, and every house there looked as amazing as the last. The villa we came to was on a cliff overlooking the sea and it was simply  beautiful.

The PA took me to a poolside bedroom suite to unpack and told me  that it would be all mine for the weekend. When  I had freshened up, I took a walk around the property and, apart from staff, no  one seemed to be there. I sat by the pool and a pretty maid brought me a drink.  I sat there for a while before asking another member of staff if my client was  around but was told that he was away on business. Well, you can imagine my  surprise! I found the PA in an upstairs office in the residence and inquired  as to what was going on. Apparently, the client had left for Zurich only hours before  because of a business emergency and I was already on the jet, so he had left  instructions that I should be treated as a guest for the weekend; or, if I  preferred, to be flown back to London. I thought for a moment and decided to stay. The weekend was so relaxing, and the cook prepared some marvellous meals, and I  swam in the pool and slept like a log. The client had called me on the first  evening and, can you believe, apologised for his absence. Well, I thought to myself, you  really are such an incredibly lucky girl.

PS:  I live in a wonderful apartment with a roof terrace in London’s Belgravia, and  I also have a very nice thatched cottage in the New Forest which I look forward  to seeing again when the weather  gets better, hopefully by Spring or Summer 2021. I miss my frequent trips to  New York and the West Coast too, so please let this bothersome period of ‘stay  at home’ come to an end sometime soon.

Bye for now.

Jennifer