Another brutal week at the bank. When people talk about finance jobs being glamorous, they've clearly never sat through six consecutive 16-hour days of spreadsheets and investor presentations. By Friday, I'm not just tired. I'm hollowed out.
That's where Elena comes in. She's not just an escort. She's basically psychological maintenance at this point. £500 an hour might sound ridiculous to most people, but when you're managing nine-figure trading portfolios, it's what keeps you functional.
Last night's session was exactly what I needed. She knows exactly how to read me. Soft conversation first, then physical connection that feels almost therapeutic. No judgment. No complications. Just pure, professional intimacy.
The City chews people up. High stress, constant performance pressure. Sometimes you need someone who understands how to reset your nervous system. Elena gets that. She's not some naive girl. She's a professional who understands human recovery.
Would I recommend this to everyone? Of course not. But for some of us, this is how we survive the machine.