External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyWith it being the summer solstice 21st June and with temperatures forecasted to be 26C (hotter than Madrid) the day before I made the decision to commute to London, by car, to visit an equally hot escort.
I called Jennifer Pussy and stressed she needed to be 100% available and for a specific time. We agree an early slot which she assured me was available, after double checking, given my circumstances.
To put you in the frame of mind I had a 2 hour 40 minute journey, one way, which ended up being the best part of 3 hours plus due to traffic and roadwork delays- and in the searing heat too.
Wembley Central is on the outer edges of North London and it was total gridlock. The summer heatwave making me agitated, restless; I kept thinking how the relief of a shower and a horny experience awaited me the other end.
Miraculously I made it with 25 minutes to spare but my challenge wasn’t over yet. Parking was a fucking nightmare, there is only one, blink and you’ll miss it, carpark tucked behind a row of Halal Butchers. It was pay and display (token or day rate schemes weren’t available) and very expensive. 2 hours was £4.50.
I then find a McDonalds for WC relief which I wait 5 minutes as it has only one toilet (after a 3 hour journey not a good start). I then head to the cash point of which I see an Indian or Muslim man withdrawing some serious bank roll. I quickly withdraw my cash but as I walk to the address Jennifer gave out I spot the same ATM man (still clutching his bank roll) also walking in the same direction. He stops dead in front of me presses the buzzer dialling the same room number Jennifer texted me and says “Hi Jennifer it’s me, let me in” to which I hear a voice exactly like Jennifer’s Romanian accent saying “sure come in!”
Immediately I call Jennifer and state I have also arrived to which she says “sorry I’m not at home, call me back in an hour”.
Having read a negative review on adultwork and ukpunting I recall this is a common ploy by this trickster; playing favouritism with local clients whilst deleting or cancelling those from out of town on the spot.
At first I decide to turn the other cheek, but then realising there isn’t anything to do in Wembley “spot the white man” Central. So I head to the station to prep a plan B; but two predicaments were made apparent by the helpful staff.
- Central London is 27 Minutes by train
- There is no day tariff or Mall parking in Wembley Central. So parking for the day, in itself, could end up costing as much as a day return train fare (with underground too!)
Recalling the many negative ukpunting reviews of Jennifer she only does oral protected or that she cuts bookings by half, I take the bold move to cut my losses and run.
I send an angry text and confront her by saying I know she is working and that her client is an Indian looking chap reciting the chance meeting at the intercom. She then changes her story (less than 10 minutes later I may add) and says he’s a cleaner, then she texts saying he’s a friend and then she texts again saying ok he’s a customer but also “a really good friend” and that she wouldn’t be available for another 3 hours.
By the time these bullshit texts are recieved I am already homeward bound. I then text to say I will be informing ukpunting of her behaviour.
I then receive no less than 14 more texts saying she didn’t know what my problem was and that I could go back anytime. She then says hire another girl; does she not know the parking/travel situation in Wembley Central.
Needless to say I won’t ever be travelling by car or booking another useless Romanian whore or adding one to my hotlist ever again.
My Saturday wasted, £45 in petrol drained, £10 in getting lunch and £4.50 for the most expensive (and only parking space near Jennifer) a sunburnt arm, face and the need to change my sweat filled clothes from a mixture of summer heat and seething anger.
Avoid that fucking trickster.
