Stratford, no. 23 of 28
Stacy, companion in Stratford
One hundred and fourteen metres up, and no she is not scared.
- Age
- 22
- Works from
- Stratford
- Height
- 176 cm
- Hair
- long near-black brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
- An hour opens at
- £250
Guests are 18+. She sets the limits of her own booking, and a fee covers her time and her company, nothing besides. The whole ladder is on the rates page.
About Stacy
Near black is the honest description of Stacy's hair, dark brown that only gives itself away under strong light, worn long and heavy down her back. Height 176 cm, slim, brown eyed, with the long limbed build that makes tailoring look effortless and jeans look expensive. She dresses young and sharp: a slip dress with a leather jacket over it, boots rather than heels most nights, because at her height she has never needed the extra centimetres and has no intention of pretending otherwise.
At 22 she is fearless in a very literal way and cheerfully rude about anyone who is not. She is fast and blunt in English, with a laugh that arrives at full volume. She climbs, indoors twice a week and outdoors whenever somebody will drive her, and she has a fund of stories about being talked down off things. She is curious about everything and bored by very little. She is also considerably kinder than the first ten minutes of her company would lead you to expect.
In Stratford she heads for the ArcelorMittal Orbit, a hundred and fourteen and a half metres of red steel bent into a shape nobody has ever agreed about, with two viewing floors and the whole Olympic Park underneath. She goes up at dusk, when the stadium lights come on and the park turns into a map of itself. There is a slide down the outside and she has done it more than once. Chelsea is home, and the Jubilee line puts her here in half an hour.
The park and the streets round it are on the Stratford page. From £250 for an hour, with the ladder on rates, and booking will check the last entry time for you.
- Height 176 cm, slim build
- Long near black brown hair; eyes brown
- Age 22, English speaking
- Home district Chelsea, evenings across E20 and E14
- Out of hours: climbing, heights, being talked out of things
Booking her evening
The tower and supper afterwards take £700 over three hours, and £500 is plenty for two when you are staying near the park. Give Maude the date and she will check the last entry time, which moves with the season.
Her figures are the desk figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.
- 1 hour£250
- 90 minutes£400
- 2 hours£500
- 3 hours£700
- Dinner date£900
- Overnight£1,800
- WeekendPOA
Also on the desk
An evening with Stacy
Dusk is the right time and she will insist on it. The lift takes forty seconds to the upper platform and the whole park opens up underneath: the stadium, the pool with its wave of a roof, the canal threading off towards Hackney, and the City and the Wharf standing on the horizon in two separate clumps of light. She walks the outer walkway rather than standing at the glass. On the way down she will suggest the slide, which takes forty seconds and involves one section in total darkness, and she will absolutely go first. Afterwards it is a ten minute walk back towards the station for supper, and she talks the entire way with her hair completely ruined and no interest in fixing it.
Stacy, in her own words
Do I have to do the slide?
No. I will do it and meet you at the bottom, and I will not mention it again. I will be thinking about it, but I will not mention it.
Is it worth going up?
A hundred and fourteen metres over a park that was a wasteland, with two skylines on the horizon. Yes, and it costs a fraction of a tower bar.
Are you always this direct?
Always. It saves an hour of guessing on both sides and nobody has ever complained about it afterwards.
Where she sits
What guests have written
Nothing is written here for Stacy yet, which is usually what discretion looks like in E14. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.