So I was planning a daytime luxury punt with a young English college educated bint that I'd had my eye on for quite awhile. Now she only does outcalls which was not a problem as I would book a room for a few hours through dayuse.com. So I stuck in a booking request through AW and as I hadn't decided on a hotel yet and you can't leave blanks, I gave the address of the hotel that I was perusing at that moment, which happened to be a hotel in the Euston area. I told the girl that I'd tell her the name and address of the hotel I chose when I had decided on one.
Cometh the day and I had decided on one in the Kensington area so I fired off an email to the girl giving her the name and full address of the hotel. I arrived well before the appointed time, checked in and made myself comfortable in the room and looked forward to what I anticipated would be a top punt. The God of hopeful punters must have been pissing himself laughing at my naivety.
The first intimations of doom came a few minutes after the appointed meeting time. "Could you come down and let me through the security door' she emailed (she had insisted on doing everything through AW, even though I'd given her my number). What security door? I hadn't seen any security door when I checked in. So I scooted down to reception to check. No security door and no lady of the night come to fuck my brains out.
I had left my mobile inside the room and it was ringing away merrily on my return. It was her.
'
Where are you' I asked, noting the increasing note of dawning dread knowing in my voice.
'I'm here in Euston. Why won't you answer your door?'
Fuckety, fuck, fuck, fuck!!
Moral of this sad and sorry tale is keep it simple, stupid.