I'd gotten to know the most of the local parlours , and I met this WG. She was about 5 years older, blonde, good figure , pretty enough. We just clicked quite well together. I asked her to go out on a date and spend the night with me, and offered £200, that was a lot back then for the area. She agreed.
We had dinner at a restaurant, and went to the adjoining hotel. We fucked on and off for a few hours. It was my first taste at what a gfe was. We slept together that night. It was wonderful.
The next morning, we left . She dressed only in my oversized rugby top from the night before. The woman on reception was not phased one bit.
We continued to 'see' each other for a few more months. Turned out she was a drug addict, and bipolar.
She stopped seeing me. I was just another punter she could call on when business was quiet. In the end, I'm glad she did.
