Madame Caprice De Chevalier was born in France in 1924 to a well to do middle class family. Her father, Georges, was a travelling furniture salesman and her mother, Sylvia, was an ambitious school teacher. When war broke out in 1939, the weak willed Chevaliers immediately decided to become informants for the Germans, even though Germany had yet to invade France. They printed up leaflets ready to hand out to the Germans, names of likely resistance members, names and addresses of anyone who had any valuables and which shops sold the best cheese.



With advancing troops still some weeks away, Sylvia borrowed her husband’s bicycle, broke through enemy lines and told the gathering Germans that her pretty daughter, flaxen haired Caprice, was, in fact, for sale. If only they would spare Sylvia’s life when they eventually invaded. The German commander told her that they had no plans whatsoever to invade their small, inconsequential town, and that her daughter should continue with her school studies. Engineering, the commander recommended. Get her to learn engineering. He went on to recommend various books that Sylvia should buy for her daughter and told her about some summer engineering camps for kids held in an industrial complex outside of Dusseldorf. 



Sylvia, panicking that her plan may backfire, told them that her husband Georges was a high ranking French military officer and that he knew about a French plan to invade Germany. Startled, the commander took the bait and invaded the small town of Frankebleu, capturing all 147 inhabitants within a quiet 5 minute period.



When all 147 were lined up in the village square and frisked for amusement, Sylvia gleefully pointed out her daughter, and Caprice was frisked some more. Quite a lot more, in fact.



Throughout the entire war, Sylvia made over 15,000 German Marks. Caprice made lots of German friends.



Caprice survived the horrors of World War 2 and moved to London when she was 19. She left behind her 8 children with their fathers, most of whom were about to be hung. Londoners called her ‘horse lady’ due to her wide gait when walking, but this just made her more determined than ever to make a life for herself. She opened her first brothel in North Kensington (what was later to become South Kensington) for troops coming back home, and employed a local girl and a couple of returning evacuees, neither of whom had any chance of securing a job in the blitzkrieg ravaged London. Agency Of Caprice rapidly began expanding. Over a ten year period Caprice moved from a five girl escorting agency to managing no less than eight girls, sometimes nine on Fridays.



It was hard work.



Caprice was finally able to make ends meet and open up her second parlour in 1956 in Low Street, Kensington (what was later to become Kensington High Street) and things began to steadily improve.  Caprice was able to now afford her own house in Knightsbridge (what is now known as exactly the same) and letted out two rooms for in call bookings. A sherpa carried Edmund Hillary's gear up Everest in that first ascent of 1953, but it was two Caprice girls in tight bikinis who carried the sherpa's stuff up all 29,000 feet of that rugged, cold mountain. They waved to Hillary from the summit, encouraging him on to make those last, gruelling, famous steps. Caprice was the third person in line to buy a brand new Jaguar XK150 roadster, and she set the roads of London ablaze with style and toxic exhaust gasses.



By the time the swinging sixties arrived, Caprice was being invited to all of the top parties. She knew everyone, but only a few knew her. She stood tall, but when tall she went unnoticed. She wafted through political circles and into political spheres, providing girls to John Profumo and to Russian spy Anthony Blunt. Caprice suggested to Ian Fleming the most famous Bond name of them all, Pussy Galore. She introduced one of her girls, Elly Rigby, to Paul McCartney. When Neil Armstrong splashed down in the Atlantic, it was to Caprice that he made his first telephone call. When England won the World Cup in 66, it was the Caprice girls entertaining the England squad that night, not the wives. And whispered, persistent rumours to this day suggest that it was a Caprice girl who gave birth to Prince Andrew.



When the seventies came along, Caprice - now working as Agency Caprice - was providing girls to both Formula One and to Tour De France podium ceremonies. The pretty blonde one in Abba? A Caprice girl, of course. And when George Lucas sat in his offices in 1976 editing Star Wars - it was an Agency Caprice girl on his lap, devising many of the sound effects we know and love today. (Wanna know what George sounds like when he is orgasming? Ask Chewie...)



In 1996, Caprice got together with Simon Fuller and created The Spice Girls.



And so it continued. The success was overwhelming. She wrote a FAQ



But by the early 2000’s, and in failing health due to her advancing years, Madame Caprice moved her business online and created what was one of the first full colour web sites ever. You are looking at her approved design right now. On her death bed, and with all of the strength she could summon, she passed all 59 volumes of her ‘little black book’ to her daughter, Emma, who took over running the business along with Emma’s 14 year old son, Alex. Since then, without Caprice’s considerable flair and panache, the agency suffered and was nearly run into the ground. In fighting, bickering over Caprice’s considerable fortune and overall incompetence nearly led to a total collapse of the business. It wasn’t until wealthy American investor Eric Shunn poured in money and marketing expertise during the Spring of 2015 that things began to turn around again. 



And then one summer morning the phone rang. It was the Event Planning department at the BBC!

It was just like the old days!



“Emma, darling. We need a dozen girls for the Top Gear end of season party.”



“With they need to speak English?”



“No darling. They just want tits and ass.”



“Great. They’ll be there in twenty minutes.”


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