Stacy, companion in Whitton
Ask about the fixture list before you pick the night. She always does.
- Age
- 22
- Stop
- Whitton, TW2
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Hotels and private addresses, outcall only
- Height
- 176 cm
- Hair
- long near-black brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
About Stacy
Chertsey Road runs past the stadium and out towards Whitton, and Stacy knows to the minute how long it takes on a match day. She is 176 cm and slim, the tallest woman on this list bar one, with long near black brown hair and brown eyes. She dresses to be looked at and then behaves as though she has not noticed anybody looking, which is a trick she has yet to be caught at.
Early twenties, English speaking, and considerably funnier than her face suggests. She has a deadpan delivery and a habit of saying the thing that everybody else in the room is carefully not saying. She photographs everything and shows almost nobody, which she claims is modesty and is probably perfectionism. She is more thoughtful than the delivery suggests, and she asks the question everybody else was too polite to put. She remembers the answer as well, which is the part that catches people out.
The hotel on Chertsey Road sits at the stadium end of Whitton, ten minutes on foot from Whitton station and roughly the same from the ground, which makes it either the easiest or the worst place in TW2 depending entirely on the fixture list. She checks that before agreeing a date, every time. On a quiet week it is a plain and pleasant evening: dinner on the High Street and a slow walk back. She lives in Chelsea, thirty five minutes out of Waterloo.
Ask her about the rugby calendar before you choose a night. The Whitton page explains why it matters, and booking will get you an answer.
- 176 cm, slim, long near black brown hair
- Brown eyes, early twenties, English speaking
- Anchored in Whitton, TW2
- Ten minutes from Whitton station
- Checks the fixture list before every date
Booking Stacy
Pick a week with nothing on at the stadium and the evening is simple: dinner, a walk, no crowds. Three hours at £700 is her usual, and she will tell you honestly if the date you want is a bad one.
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 Stacy
Seven on Chertsey Road on a week with no rugby on, which is the version of this evening she recommends. Ten minutes into Whitton on foot, down a high street with a butcher and a bakery and three restaurants that have all been there for years, and none of it trying to impress anybody.
Dinner with her is dry, quick and full of the sort of remark you repeat to somebody else two days later. She is not warm in the obvious way and then suddenly she is, usually around the point where the plates go. Afterwards the walk back is dark and quiet and neither of you will hurry it. The last train out of Whitton goes a little after midnight, which she treats as a soft deadline rather than a hard one.
Stacy, on the record
Q.01What happens on a match day?
Eighty thousand people, roads closed, every table booked and no taxi within two miles. It is brilliant if that is what you came for. For an evening together, pick another week.
Q.02Are you as deadpan in person?
Worse. People spend the first half hour trying to work out whether I am joking. I usually am, and you will get used to the timing by the second drink.
Q.03What do you photograph?
Streets, mostly, and the backs of buildings. Never people. It is the one thing I do that has absolutely nothing to do with anyone else and I intend to keep it that way.