Danielle, companion in Brentford
An hour after the whistle, when the streets empty and the water goes flat.
- Age
- 29
- Stop
- South Kensington
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Hotels and private addresses, outcall only
- Height
- 170 cm
- Hair
- long, straight black
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- curvy
- Languages
- English
About Danielle
Match nights change Brentford completely, and Danielle plans around them rather than against them. She is 170 cm and curvy, built in a way that makes plain clothes look deliberate, with long black hair worn straight and brown eyes that hold a look a beat longer than most people do. She favours a dark coat, one piece of jewellery and heels she can genuinely walk the High Street in, because she does.
Late twenties, English speaking, she is the steady one in any group. She listens more than she talks and then says the useful thing. Football does not interest her in the slightest, but crowds do, and she will happily stand on the bridge over the canal watching twelve thousand people walk towards a stadium.
An evening here works either well before kick off or an hour after the final whistle, and she will check the fixture before she agrees to a date. The Gtech Community Stadium sits right beside Kew Bridge station, so the streets around Lionel Road are loud and cheerful at six and deserted by eleven. Her preference is the second half of that: dinner at Brentford Lock once the crowd has gone, the water flat and the new flats lit up the length of it. She lives in South Kensington, half an hour out of Waterloo or the District line to Gunnersbury and twenty minutes on foot.
Quiet late evenings are what she is best at. The Brentford page has the rest of the ground, and a note through booking with a date and a road gets a straight answer.
- 170 cm, curvy, long straight black hair
- Brown eyes, late twenties, English speaking
- Anchored in Brentford, TW8
- Late starts on the canal side of the High Street
- Checks the fixture list before agreeing a date
Booking Danielle
She takes late starts on Brentford Lock, typically nine or after on a match week. Three hours at £700 is the usual shape, and overnights suit her better than a short booking out here.
Every figure she works to is printed on the fare board, and the four steps from message to doorbell sit on the booking page.
Also out tonight
An evening with Danielle
Half past eight at the Lock, which is where the canal meets the river and the whole thing turns unexpectedly pretty after dark. Water, brick, lit windows and almost nobody about once the football crowd has gone home. She likes a table outside until the cold wins.
Dinner runs on and so does the conversation, because she asks the sort of question that needs a proper answer. Afterwards it is a walk along the towpath towards Kew Bridge or a car back to wherever you are staying, and she is easy either way. She notices when you have had a long week and adjusts the evening without announcing that she is doing it. She has a good memory for what you said last time and she brings it back up without making a point of it.
Danielle, on the record
Q.01How bad is a match night really?
For an hour either side of kick off the streets are solid and the roads are worse. It is fun if that is what you came for. If it is not, book the Tuesday and the same walk is yours alone.
Q.02Do you mind travelling out from town?
Not at all, as long as we are honest about the time it takes. It is half an hour on the train and I would rather arrive calm than sprint from the platform.
Q.03What do you order?
Whatever the person next to me is having, usually, once I have looked at their plate. I am not proud about it and it has never once let me down.