When a Luxury Date Went Wrong, High-Class Gigolo James Step In to Save the Night

I recently read a Dutch article on LINDA which I wanted to share with you in English.

I sincerely liked the fact that James the owner of Mr Perfect did not send one of his Gigolo’s but went to this lady herself to guarantee her an amazing time. It resonates with how I see customer service.

I wonder how many Gigolos are Velv'Or EnRinged on our globe! Hopefully this article does some wonders.

Vuurwerk between gigolo James and his young date: "Normal this is not..."

High-class gigolo James made up for his young date’s failed gift: "We didn't want to lose a second."

As a high-class gigolo and owner of the agency ‘Mr. Perfect,’ James often experiences extraordinary dates. This time, for LINDA., he writes about a date who wanted to treat herself to a wonderful gift. But as soon as that gift stood right in front of her, she discovered a mistake had been made.

Gigolo gift

This date revolves around a very special present: a woman in her late twenties—let’s call her Evi*—had gifted herself an evening with a high-class gigolo. To complete the gift, she had booked a gorgeous suite near Dam Square in Amsterdam.
After a long back-and-forth by email with the agency, she had finally found a man she wanted to spend the evening with. She had indicated that she wanted to meet him at 6:00 PM at a restaurant located on the Reguliersdwarsstraat in Amsterdam. First, she wanted to have a nice dinner with him to get to know each other a bit, and then head to the hotel together to continue the evening.

Too young

Evi arrived at the table fifteen minutes early, waiting in suspense for her date that evening. When her date showed up and introduced himself as Nick*, she was surprised. The man in question looked nothing like the photos. She doubted whether she had made a mistake, until he revealed his age. He was a lot younger than the man she had booked.
What turned out to be the case? The agency had made a mistake and sent the wrong person. And even though he was a nice guy, he wasn't who she was waiting for. Unable to reach the agency, Evi decided to have dinner with him anyway to see if there would be a spark. It soon turned out she wasn't "feeling it." She decided to cut the date short and return to the hotel alone.

Gorgeous appearance

She arrived in her hotel room feeling disappointed. There went her evening and her present. Checking her watch, she saw it was just past 8:00 PM. She stood up, grabbed her laptop, and decided to contact another agency to still treat herself.
An hour and three-quarters later, I stepped into the elevator, heading to the sixth floor of the hotel. I knocked on her hotel door, and Evi opened it. I was immediately impressed. What a gorgeous appearance. She asked me to come in, and as I passed her, she gave me a kiss on my cheek. She walked ahead of me into the room. I looked her over from top to toe and pinched myself: what a beautiful, intelligent woman.
I took a seat on the couch next to her and was offered a glass of wine. I accepted the glass and we toasted to the evening. She asked who I was and what I did. I was also allowed to ask her anything, and a wonderful, in-depth conversation unfolded. The mutual click was clearly present.

Vuurwerk (Fireworks)

I wanted her so badly, sitting there like that. I couldn't hold back anymore. I put my glass on the table and took hers out of her hand. As I leaned forward, she met me halfway. What happened next is hard to describe. Our lips touched and it felt as if fireworks were being set off. Our hands glided over each other’s bodies and before we knew it, we were lying next to each other on the large bed, kissing passionately.
When we pulled away from each other, we both took off our clothes. It was clear: we didn't want to lose a single second. She was wearing a gorgeous lingerie set, which I could only enjoy for about fifteen seconds. That’s how fast she took it off. We found each other and started kissing again. She tried to push me onto my back so she could crawl on top of me. I didn't allow that.
I pushed her onto her back, held her hands above her head, and pressed them into the mattress. I kissed her and moved further and further down. There was no spot on her body where my lips didn't go. I took ample time to stroke, lick, pinch, and suck on her beautiful breasts. During all of this, I had already slipped two fingers inside her.
I stepped off the bed and pulled her by her ankles to the edge of the mattress. Her buttocks were just hanging over the edge of the bed. I sat down in front of her, slid two fingers inside her, and began to lick her. I sped up the tempo of my fingers and increased the pressure of my tongue against her clitoris.
Suddenly I stood up and stood in front of her. I pressed my hard member inside her and leaned forward to grab her by the throat. I firmly pressed her into the mattress. I began thrusting faster and harder. Not long after, she began to convulse violently. She couldn't take it anymore.

Muscle pain

"My turn," she shouted, pulling me back onto the bed. I lay there on my back and she pounced on me. Now I was the one being pressed into the mattress. She sat on top of my face and moved back and forth while firmly grabbing and pinching her own breasts. Not long after, she turned around and we were in the 69 position.
She took my member into her mouth and started sucking on it while jacking me off. Neither of us needed or wanted rest. We were greedy for each other and couldn't get enough. It went on like this for hours until it was time to go. On the way home, I could already feel the muscle pain coming on. This evening was out of this world. What an incredible celebration we had.
Written with the permission of the lady in question.