On a lazy afternoon, I came across Vicky's profile:
External Link/Members Only I call her up, and she answers with a very convincing use of the English language; however, I'm convinced that whoever answers the phone, is not Vicky. I schedule a time at 19:00 PM, and requested her to be dressed as a secretary. ^^.
I get to the location, which is, a block of flats. By now, it was night. There were a couple of men hanging around outside the block of flat she was in. I had no idea what they were doing. Some of them were messing around with the buzzer, on the other block of flat and they were making childish and barbaric noises. They were dressed in hoodies, tracksuits and trainers. They just looked like bad news. I thought there'd be a possibility where I might get robbed, or something even worse. Thankfully, though, they did not interact with me. Even when I walked past them, it felt like I was invisible to them.
I called her, at exactly 18:55 PM. The call was directed to voicemail, where she was saying something at length in her own language. I then promptly received a text message, saying: "Oh no, you're here to early. Let me sort something out." Now, I had no clue what this meant. I genuinely thought she was hurrying to get ready for me.
Is calling her five minutes early whilst I'm outside, too early? I'd have to make my up to the door, sort out the money, possibly engage in some shitty small-talk and finally, take off my clothes. All of which, would at least take five minutes.
I finally get the room number, and make my way up. I knock on the door, and it looked like it opened by itself. But, it didn't. Standing behind the door was her:
External Link/Members OnlyThen, this one walks out of a room towards me:
External Link/Members OnlyI say: "Where's Vicky?" I'm told she's busy. No disrespect to these women, but, quite frankly, they are no match to Vicky. There was no way I was going to waste £70 on either of these two; who, I did not even find remotely attractive. I said I needed to make a call outside. They clearly got the message on what that meant.
Once I got outside, I received a text message from Vicky's number: "What happened?". I could not believe the audacity in sending this message. I replied back: "Fuck you", and made a cold and disappointed walk home.
