Well, the story so far.
She started at £300 for two hours but reading to where you'd got her rates (£200), the competitive Knobhead in me had to do better. Knowing that low benchmark meant I got her to £170 plus travel expenses.
I said I couldn't meet until schools were back which fitted with her commitments too, which gave me the chance of a few messages to see what she was like in the interim. We set a date and I booked hotel for the day.
All good for over a week: she sent half a dozen pics when she felt like, I bought a few gifts for us to use on the day (stockings, knickers) and we got to just two days beforehand. We were discussing the finer explicit details of what was going to happen throughout the week of messages. In a message, I asked for a pic. She sent one and I asked for another then BOOM! Told me where to go in no uncertain terms.
I offered to let her add the cost of a pic to her expenses and added £10 to the agreed rate. Straight back to me stating we never agreed £170 plus she never meets for less than £300.
I showed her messages with agreed pricing structure, including that meet would actually be £200 with travel expenses and the pic that caused the blow up. Rather apologetically, she replied I had been fair and said she was hormonal. Another fifteen minutes of nice messages, including "dirty" talk and then time for bo-bo's.
Now I understand these ladies must be bored and hacked off with same requests time and time again. It is work to them and work sometimes pisses me off too. I'll be honest and say I did ask for a couple of pics and I can see it just being the straw that broke the camel's back. But a polite "no pics big boy" (alright, little fella) or just no answer let's you know where you're at.
I will be cancelling the room.....oh and her. If you're anywhere near Pontefract in the morning, look for the mushroom cloud.
But as stated, there is something about her (the body makes me stiff looking at just 3x3 inch pics on my phone....its outstanding.....imagine fucking it!). If you get her in the right mood or you gel on the appointment, I think she'd leave you a quivering wreck......whispering your pin number and mother's maiden to get her to come back. But it's too dangerous a liaison for a suburban prick like me.
I should cancel tomorrow but........