Dubai Booking

He landed early 6:45 a.m at Terminal 3, no sleep. A tech founder from Norway, here for a conference he wasn’t excited about. Dubai was just another pin on his travel map until me. His assistant had booked everything all he knew was that “Audrey will meet

He arrived with a guarded smile and a carry-on full of suits. A CEO from Paris, in Dubai for just five nights. The kind of man who'd stayed in too many five-star hotels to be impressed by thread counts or skyline views. I met him at the Four

He usually sends one line: “Same time?” That’s it. We never need to go over details. He knows the building, the floor, and the exact time the light hits the windows in Business Bay. It’s always incall. He lands in Dubai, arrives quietly, and leaves the same way.

He booked three nights. No negotiation, no hesitation. Crypto arrived the same hour full amount, plus extra. The hotel was already reserved in my name, Jumeirah Emirates Towers, Sheikh Zayed Road. His message was brief: “I’ll be in town Friday. You’ll have the suite key waiting.” I replied

He wasn’t my usual type of client. No chauffeur, no dramatic hotel suite, no checklist of fantasies. Just a simple email: “One night, no distractions. I’ll handle everything.” Crypto was sent within minutes full payment, no negotiation. I almost turned it down, not because of him, but because

Her email arrived at 2:47 AM. The subject line was empty. The body was short. My husband will be in Dubai on the 11th. It’s his birthday. He doesn’t know I’m doing this. You come highly recommended. If you’re available, I’d like to book

It started with a dinner reservation he didn’t show up for. Instead, he sent a car with a note: "Come to me instead. Top floor. The Address Boulevard." I arrived in heels, black silk, and nothing beneath. The elevator climbed like a slow tease. When the doors

He stood by the window like a man who ruled everything but couldn’t touch peace. No greeting, no smile just a quiet request: “Stay.” His voice had weight, like every word was dragged through years of pain. We didn’t talk at first. He poured wine, handed me a

I arrived early, just as he asked. Black dress. Hair straight. No perfume as he didn’t like distractions, only presence. The message had been short and unusually precise: “Meet me airside. 6:40 p.m. I want to see your eyes before I see anything else.” The kind of

He found me after searching a phrase that almost felt like a contradiction in Dubai: “escort who doesn’t rush.” It was early evening when he arrived the city’s skyline still hot from the day, the kind of heat that lingers in steel and skin. He wore a collared