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Here at RESCU, we have the ‘Princess Mary fairytale’ on the brain as our own Lady Friday reveals she is being pursued by a real-life foreign prince. Will there be a happy ending (and a huge crown) at the end of this story…?

I was asked to a prince’s inauguration this week. I’ve got blood about as blue as tomato soup, so it came completely out of the blue. And sadly, this experience was not Princess Mary worthy.

Out with a few friends for lunch, I was approached by a heavily sweating man who said he was the representative of Prince X, and would like to invite me to said Prince’s upcoming inauguration as the Sultan of Y. As his date. 

Said Prince, whom I later met, is not a day under 70, and wore more medals of state than an Anzac Day parade.

Dating princes isn’t my style – Annette Bening in ‘The American President’ I am not – and I’m also busy, so I won’t be going. However, this episode got me thinking about the relationship between sex and power – the very high-powered, specifically. When Prince X asked me to his inauguration, I was pretty much meant to be an accessory, showing that His Majesty was not only powerful, but able to pull. (God help him if he tried to cop a feel.)

The lives of high class escorts
It also reminded me of the phenomenon of the first-class escort – not the ‘exclusive’ ones who are still basically sexual partners, but the ones who market themselves as ‘companions’. They speak many languages, are highly educated and cultured, dress luxuriously, and are available only to the world’s richest men. They aren’t sexual, but sexual delicacies – sophisticates who can hold their own anywhere, ballroom, bedroom, inauguration, you name it.    

These women are rare, and often they only have several ‘partners’ who hire them regularly for long stints. My friend F., who knows several, has told me it’s a surreal, lonely, intensely luxurious life, where millionaires want dates to pals’ weddings, and men are willing to shell out thousands for a beautiful art history graduate with whom to tour the Parisian museums – sometimes without even expecting sex. 

Sound intriguing? Yep - if you’re willing to put up with the waiting by the phone, the accidental emotional attachment, and the continual play-acting. Pity I can’t go to the inauguration. I’d probably meet a few, and I’d be amazed at what they had to say… 

Lady Friday xx
Taking pillow talk out of the bedroom (every Friday!)