Not too many years ago, I was booked by a client to accompany him to a Christmas party. He was a first-time client. Not only was it his first time using the agency. He had never used the services of an escort before either. I was booked for an overnight, as this gave the client enough time to spend at the party. He could have a few drinks and let his hair down. Later, we were staying in a room in the hotel where the party was being held. I was given instructions by the agency to meet him at the hotel at 7.30pm. As the party was due to start at 8pm. He left details of the room and asked me to meet him there. The hotel was in Birmingham city centre, which was not far from where I live. I used one of the agency drivers to take me to the hotel. I prefer to use the agency supplied transport when meeting a client for the first time. It gives me a bit of piece of mind. I knocked on the door and a man in his fifties answered. He had just got out of the shower and was wearing only a towel around his waist. He had a slight beer belly and by the odour that surrounded him, he had already started the party on his own. The open mini bar door confirmed it for me. Anyway, he seemed nice enough. He told me to make myself comfortable while he finished getting ready. I could sense he was nervous. Normally, when I am booked as an overnight escort for this kind of situation, the client tends to want to take full advantage of our time together. I think this was the first time I had been left to my own devices at the start of the appointment. It felt as if the man was not sure what to do. By the time 8pm arrived, he was dressed and ready to go downstairs. I grabbed my clutch bag then followed him out of the door. The music from the party was so loud I could hear it from the second I stepped into the hallway. Downstairs, there were lots of people milling around, glasses were clinking, people were laughing and having a good time. Last Christmas by Wham! was resounding around the room from the massive speakers that stood in the corner. We went over to the bar to get a couple of drinks. To say that my client was nervous was an understatement. He spilled the drinks all over my dress. He fumbled around with a napkin trying to dry me off. Bless him, he did not know what to do. A lot of first timers are like this. Those who use alcohol to help tend to be worse. He went back to the bar and re-ordered. I noticed that he downed two shots of something that resembled whiskey before returning. Away we went to sit at the large tables with his colleagues for the meal. They were pleasant people. I made up a story about who I was so as to protect my client. It was not difficult, I have the same `life´ that I use for all of my calls if one is needed.