Links: External Link/Members Only
Services provided: OWO, DFK, CIM, CIF, RO and Penetration (protected)
Time Spent: 120 (on two seperate occasions as detailed in the review)
Fee: £ 1000
Extras: N/A
Appointment Type: Out-call
Communication: Whatsapp with Blacklabel. Communications are very slow and had to follow up multiple times to get a response. Customer aftercare is also lackluster.
I suppose this review is going to be a textbook example of what football fans like to call a “tale of two halves” … I have been at this for quite a few years and I can honestly say that I had both the best and the worst experience of my career with Emma.
Both times I booked through the Blacklabel agency. Communications with the agency are fine, although they can take a bit too long to respond at times. I was particularly responded with the “customer aftercare” aspect of their service (see towards the end of the review).
Emma is 5’6 tall, claims to be 26 years old (which I believe to be accurate), absolutely gorgeous, and both her tits and her ass appear larger in real life than they do on her pictures. Her tits are definitely 100% natural, though one would be forgiven for thinking they are fake at first glance because of how firm and upright they are. For some reason that is beyond my comprehension, she seems to have gotten it into her head that she should get her tits surgically reduced. I did my best to try to dissuade her from following through with this absurd project, but I don’t seem to have been entirely successful.
Without a shadow of a doubt, looks-wise she is the closest to a perfect ten that I have ever seen, and I have been involved in this activity for a while. She does, as previously mentioned on this forum, have a bush, which I quite liked. But even if you are not a fan of pubic hair on women, rest assured that the rest of her body more than makes up for this fault. Emma briefly mentioned in passing that she is not very fond of “A levels”, though I am not entirely certain if it is on offer. Since I am also not a fan of intercourse of the Greek variety, I saw no reason to inquire further. She is half Asian and half Latina (I don’t want to disclose her exact ethnic makeup since she might be the only offspring of this particular combination in the world), but looks decidedly more Asian to me, except for her green eyes. She has some tattoos but none on her hands, chest or neck area, so it’s not a big deal to me.
My first meeting with Emma took place in a hotel in Central London. She was approximately 35 minutes late to our meeting, but profusely apologised and immediately assured me that I had the choice between her making up the time and getting my money back. Of course I chose not to demand my money back, both because she looked amazing (wearing black leather pants and a white crop top), and because I was not under any sort of time constraint that evening. We proceeded to engage in intense DFK, then took a shower together and fucked in all imaginable positions. I even managed to make her cum twice, once during RO and once during cowgirl. It is certainly debatable whether this is actually true, but call me naïve, I err on the side of believing it. We technically only had one round, but that is only because (not to brag!) I can keep at it for an insanely long time without coming. I eventually came on her face, and she even gave me her vape as a parting gift to remember her by, which I thought was a very nice touch. Her BJ and ballsucking skills are exceptional and to be lauded, and the tightness of her pussy (Asian girl stereotype confirmed!) is something I will probably never forget.
When I met Emma the second time at a hotel near Heathrow, I was immediately taken aback by the fact that she did not seem to remember much about me or our previous meeting. I guess she does have a lot of suitors, so I cannot be too surprised, but after only about six weeks of not seeing her, it did seem strange that she had so little recollection of me. She also was 40 minutes late once again (understandable, since it was on a tube strike day) however this time she did not apologize for her lateness and immediately invited me to have a smoke with her in the backyard of the hotel. I guess you could argue that she should have done this on her own time, but the desperate recovering nicotine addict in me could not object to this proposal. When we finally reached the hotel room, my first round with Emma was okay and somewhat reminiscent of my previous encounter with her, though decidedly less enthusiastic.
After the first round, we had an extended chat, which I did not mind since I needed a break and was genuinely interested in what she had to say. When we started the second round, she said: “I will give you ten minutes to come again”. I responded incredulously: “Ten minutes?”, to which she responded: “No, I actually meant two minutes.” I know this sounds like a bad joke, but I swear to whatever deity you prefer that this was our exact dialogue, word for word. It is possible that her clock was off that evening, but even that would not explain how 8 minutes elapsed in a matter of a few seconds. Mind you, at this point there was another 50 minutes left on the clock. After a few minutes of dispassionate activity, she eventually exclaimed: “You’re not going to be able to come again!” Well, certainly not with that attitude. She ended up leaving 30-45 minutes early, depending on whether you count the time we spent smoking in the yard on her arrival. In my slightly intoxicated stupor, I did not immediately realize how much time we still had left, so I did not mention it to her, nor would it have made much sense to debate her about it. I accompanied her downstairs, where the desperate recovering nicotine addict in me saw an opportunity to bum a few more cigarettes of her before she got in her taxi. In all seriousness she bid me farewell by saying “see you again soon”.
It’s also worth knowing that she made quite a few disparaging comments about ethnic minorities and the elderly (her cut-off age seems to be 45), so if you belong to one of those demographics, she might not be your best bet. Since I am just about as Caucasian as it gets and quite a bit younger than 45, I do not mind those preferences of hers, but it is worth considering if you are affected. She also does not seem to be very fond of our friends across the English Channel, the French, though I concur with her on that one.
Another one of the lowlights of our second meeting would be the fact that she asked me where I get my money from, seemingly because she did not believe that my line of work was lucrative enough for me to able to afford her. I guess you cannot blame a girl for being curious, however, call me old-fashioned, but I happen to believe that the old adage of “never ask a man about his salary” still applies. She also demanded that I had to be loyal to her, whatever that might mean.
I have been pondering this strange meeting for the last few weeks, and the only rational explanation for the extreme discrepancy between my first and second meeting with Emma that I could come up with would be that Blacklabel decided to replace Emma with her rude identical twin. It could also be that she was agitated because she had to sit in traffic to Heathrow for an extended period of time, but since I cannot control the traffic situation in the Greater London area, I cannot count this as a legitimate excuse. Or maybe she has a policy of only being nice the first time you meet her?
For those that care, she seems to be a heavy smoker (including open use of *censored*) though that did not bother me personally.
Simon from Blacklabel (who seems to be in charge of this operation, as far as I can tell) assured me that both he and Emma were apologetic and that it would „never happen again“. However, he did not offer any explanation, nor did he offer any compensation (at her exorbitant rate, 30 minutes come out to GBP200) for the lost time. Since their apologies, however heartfelt they might be, are not worth GBP 200 to me, I think it is safe to say that I will not be patronizing this business again. In this business you always take the risk of being ripped off, but this is still quite astonishing. I guess if you make a booking with Blacklabel and you lose time you are out of luck.
According to the rules of mathematics, I suppose that one amazing experience and one god-awful experience would cancel each other out and result in a neutral review, but since the god-awful experience is the more recent one, I will go ahead and give this a negative. Also, I am not yet completely familiar with the rules of this platform, so if it is not allowed to combine two meets into one review, please forgive me. For reference, these meets happened in May and June of 2022.
Tl;dr: After I had an amazing experience with Emma the first time I met her, she left at least 30 minutes early the second time I met her. Agency apologized but did not offer any compensation.
