The following comes from a prostitute called Ellie Hughes who enjoyed an evening with another prostitute, Katia, and a "very posh guy in his 60s." For the purpose of this story, Katia will be called Anastacia as that was her "working name" during her stint as a hostess at at Churchills gentlemen's club in Mayfair.
"Anastasia and Kylie were having a whale of a time with a very posh guy in his 60s who was buying oceans of champagne in the club. I went over to join them and before long we all agreed to go back to his hotel (The Mandarin Oriental) for a party. Kylie and myself knew we were going to get paid for sex with him but 'Stasia', as we used to call Katia, decided to join in just for a laugh. The guy was filthy rich with wavy white hair (Sir Philip Green? Max Clifford?!), and was very jolly as we climbed into a limo to the hotel. Once he got us into his suite he had a shower (thorough) then burst in on us naked, shouting 'Where's the champagne?' We all pounced on him laughing and within seconds we were all naked - it was very wild. I had sex with him first then Stasia swapped places as we all kissed, cuddled and guzzled champagne. She's a totally uninhibited (she must really not be into Basshunter so, what with her complaining about kissing him in the brightly lit bedroom last night), very sexy girl who clearly has a high sex drive and was really into it. And she obviously had a bit of a thing for older men. The guy looked like the cat who'd got the cream. I was blonde, Stasia was a redhead and Kylie a brunette so he had the full set. The foursome lasted about 45 minutes and it got pretty racy. Stasia seemed to have really enjoyed the experience - and Kylie and I enjoyed the money."
£500 each, to be exact. Not that Katia got paid, no, she just joined in for sh*ts and giggles.
Ellie continues: "She has that pixie face and huge boobs which were always falling out of her cocktail dresses to attract maximum attention. Stasia became very good at getting men to chat to her and buy champagne - the more they drank the more she earned... The unofficial rule was that girls could only take a guy out if they had got him to spend at least £300 on champagne. Girls actually paid the club a nominal fee of £30 a week to work there. Katia was a cool girl with lots of attitude and looked like she could be trouble. But the management liked her because she was young, good-looking and very confident with the clients. Then one day she turned up looking absolutely wasted. She could barely stand but insisted she wasn't drunk. The boss didn't believe her. She was told to go home and we were later told she'd been sacked. But she called with a grovelling apology the next day and was back the next week. The bosses knew she was a valuable commodity. They made £200 every time a man bought her a £300 bottle of champagne - and that happened a lot."
In a recent interview with The Sun, Katia said of her time at the glorified whore house: "I didn't realise some girls went with guys afterwards to make extra money. I didn't do that. You earned more if the bar sold more champagne so I sat at a table and drank with them, but that's all."
What have we learned? That Katia is a bad drunk, and that many fragile men are willing to fork over large sums of money to have vacuous teenage girls listen to them talk drivel... Nothing new, so.