Escorting goes well. The end of this path.

Vixxen acclimated to London quickly enough. The food wasn’t what she was used to, and riding in a black cab or Uber was unnerving for a few weeks, driving on the other side of the road. But it passed in time.

Luckily her flat was centrally located where she could walk to anything she needed. She had a gym where should me could get her workouts in, a good local market to buy what she needed for healthy food, and being where she was in Soho, she had everything else she could imagine nearby.

She was busy enough not to bother taking in any tourist attractions, as she was soon working four, and then eventually five days a week. And in her off time she had her body to care for in the gym and in yoga.

She missed the cardio of dancing on a pole, so she also took up ballroom dancing again at a local dance school. It wasn’t what she was used to, but she had been dancing to music professionally for a while, for years actually. She picked it up again quickly.

But now all of that took a backseat to the day job, fucking for money, if she had a client, she changed plans. And it didn’t take long for her to enjoy the job as an escort either.

Vixxen had always enjoyed sex, but now it was on her terms and for good money in a safer environment.

When she was a stripper, she had ended up fucking nearly every manager she had, she had sucked dick quite often. The manager, the bouncers, the DJs, friends of the staff, quite a few.

And all of that while only getting paid for dancing, the sex had been free, or at least for the most part it had been free.

Now she had a more relaxed environment, worked at her own pace, and made more money. Quite a lot more money.

The first weeks went well, then the first months went well. The owners of the site were in regular contact with her, and arranged regular tests for STDs, but were as ever quite polite about it. They never touched her. She expected one night for one of them to show up as a customer, but they never did.

Eventually she came to love her new home, and loved how old and beautiful London was.

After three months Vixxen started talking to her site about her visa status, and agreed to marry someone to be able to stay.

The arrangement varied, but the owners of the site had placed women with spouses in the past and would again. Sometimes the man marrying the woman was paid, sometimes he wasn’t. In Vixxen’s case, the man that she and the site chose was not going to be paid.

He was an older man named Lewis, he was in his later sixties and had survived his wife and had only had a son. Vixxen met him and they got along, and terms were easily agreed to.

Vixxen had to live in his house at least part time, so one night a week she would be in his house, and in his bed with him, fully available for a shag. He wouldn’t pay any money and he would not be paid any money, his part of this was sex once a week with an unbelievable 23 year old beauty.

They were married in an private and official ceremony, and she spent the first night in his bed, fucking him. He didn’t like wearing a condom, but to have sex with Vixxen it was required. She had become rather obsessive on the use of protection.

He asked for a honeymoon, but she had to return to work, so she said no. But said no politely.

With this she kept her flat and resumed work, and settled into a schedule of four days a week when she had an overnight customer, and five days a week when her schedule was lighter and she had energy.

She normally made €5,000 a week more more, often €6,000 when the work was good and the customers paid for a lot of extras, the money was very good.

Some months later Vixxen turned 24, but still looked 19 or 20, she had taken that sort of care of herself. And she knew she could keep this going for a while.

She had never really eaten poorly, avoiding too much red meat, fried food and processed sugar. She had been active most of her life, never getting fat, staying lean and muscular.

She had also never drank a lot of ****, had never smoked and never done any **** harder that marijuana.

She expected to age gracefully, so she settled in for the long haul in the UK.

After some time, being married, she was made a permanent citizen of the UK. After being married to Lewis for three years, Vixxen applied for and was eventually granted UK citizenship, becoming a dual citizen of the USA and UK.

With Lewis now over 70, and Vixxen only 26, he didn’t complain when she mentioned that their time was coming to an end.

His health wasn’t what it was and they weren’t having sex anymore, he just couldn’t do it anymore. There wasn’t any community property to hassle over, so the divorce was quick and easy. And Vixxen continued to work.

Over the years she had built quite a group of regulars, barely having any time to book new clients, and there were a lot of new clients who wanted to book her services. The site had elevated Vixxen to being one of their most highly compensated escorts, and she was now making €7,000 a week more often than not, and when a new client wanted to be with her, there was a premium booking fee for the first visit, which many were very willing to pay.

In her job as a highly paid London escort, Vixxen was able to travel, as out of town work was possible for a person willing to pay. It usually meant missing regulars, but it was as sometimes €20,000 for a weekend, and sometimes even more.

She worked with Princes and Royalty at times, and with some very famous celebrities. When movie starts worked in London, some of them visited Vixxen secretly, and she became known for her discretion.

Among the many famous people Vixxen was with as a London Escort, the most surprising was Prince William and Princess Catherine. In her most secretive engagement, she was picked up by an unmarked car, and driven to a vast estate in the country side, and the car pulled into a garage and they didn’t open her door until the garage door was secured.

The house staff had been excused, and Vixxen was stunned to be face to face with the future King of England.

And not long after she was on her knees facing away from the future King of England as he fucked her quite gently doggy style.

He enjoyed this, but then Vixxen put on the porn star experience for the married royal couple. She guided Price William to push his fairly well proportioned cock down her throat, and he loved watching her throat stretch.

Then she kissed Princess Catherine, and ended up fucking her, being quite shocked to see that Catherine was bisexual. Princess Catherine maintained her poise for the most part, but it was difficult to be ladylike while burying her tongue in the beautiful black prostitute. And Catherine took this opportunity to go at her husband’s cock like she was rarely able to. That too, was not lady like.

When the three of them lay in an absurdly large four post bed, in small talk Vixxen learned that they liked to do this, but their prior favorite escort, Sophia of London had retired, and it had been difficult to find a replacement. Someone with a level of discretion which could be trusted completely.

So Vixxen spent three days with William and Catherine, and as things moved forward, she would see them once a month for a few days.

There had properties all over the world, so they could meet anywhere, but they kept it out of the palace, out of respect for the Queen.

As the years passed, Vixxen grew more and more British to anyone walking by, and ended up moving into a larger flat in London, but staying in Soho, which she thought of as her home.

She visited the states here and there, but not often, usually to visit Nikki.

When Nikki visited London to see her old friend, Vixxen asked for a favor, and introduced Nikki to Prince Harry and Princess Kate, and had a lovely lunch with them in Buckingham Palace. This was perhaps the biggest thrill of Nikki’s life, how did Vixxen know the royals?

As Vixxen moved into later twenties, still fit and looking wonderful, the Queen passed away, leaving her son Charles as king.

At this point William and Catherine brought Vixxen onto their staff, having succeeded in hiding her employment as an escort. Luckily she had worn masks for her photo shoots over the years and worn wigs of different styles and colors as she had as a stripper to hide her identity. And she had danced and prostitutes herself under a public assumed name for years, with very few people ever knowing her real name.

Her role on their staff was officially to support Princess Catherine, but her true role was fucking the two of them, and fucking them quite often. It was a well guarded secret, but not a new one. Royals having mistresses was terribly common throughout history, they just needed to be a bit more careful in the age of the internet.

What the royals were able to do was help Vixxen to scrub her past quite thoroughly. Someone looking into her past would not find her marriage to Mason when she was young, or to Lewis when she needed UK citizenship.

Her past as a stripper and escort was gone, as were the videos and images formerly used to advertise her services.

Of course porn tended to live forever, but absent updated pictures or any context with them, a picture of a young beauty wearing a mask in the end really didn’t mean much. Not in a world with billions of people and such an absurd amount of pornography.

It also helped that Vixxen had protected her identity so well, wearing wigs and heavy makeup, and also masks when taking promotional pictures. And now she no longer looked like she was twenty, Vixxen had grown into a woman’s features. To anyone interested, she was just another random member of the royal staff, and one that tended to avoid cameras.

King Charles was at this point in his eighties, and sadly he didn’t last long as monarch. Within two years King Charles passed away, and then Prince William became King, and Princess Catherine became Queen Consort.

And after this point, Vixxen served at the personal pleasure of the young King and Queen for quite a few years.

She kept herself in quite good condition, and helped William and Catherine with being healthy as well. And Vixxen also spent the better part of two decades fucking the King and Queen.

And at fifty, Vixxen finally retired. Not to the states, back home as she always thought she would, but in England, just outside of London. A place that had been her home now for more than half her life.

She kept a close relationship with King William and Queen Consort Catherine, long after their sexual relationship ended. She was welcome at their home, and visited from time to time.

But she spent her retirement years in peace, enjoying the beautiful country meadow that faced the balcony in the morning, and a beautiful estate that the royal family allowed her to use for as long as she desired.

The pain of her young life was now so far behind her that Vixxen barely remembered. When she was snacking on tea and biscuits, she didn’t even remember Mason, or any of her predatory strip club managers.

It was a good way to enjoy her remaining years.

The End Of This Chain.