HotStefanieExternal Link/Members OnlyIn-call to Canary Wharf, London
10 minutes
£40
NotesPretty, French, blonde
Quite toned, good body, natural tits (B cup ish)
Average comms - not quick, not slow, quite curt though in response
AW profile reads great, but I suspect it's been a long time since what she writes was representative
I booked for one hour, at £140. Left after 10 minutes
Oh dear, what an utter disaster. Why oh why did I not listen to UKP members on here, and instead let my dick do the thinking, emailing, phone dialling, texting, and walking?!
On the plus side, she was available, ten minute walk from my home, looked pretty, and seemed up for a good shag.
The reality? Oh god almighty, if one can be so disinterested in one's work, why the fuck carry on?!
So the comms were pretty average - I was horny, I emailed, she replied about five hours later, then a couple of messages to and fro and I start walking over. She meets me dressed in a wrinkly, crumply old silk negligee thing that quite frankly my Grandmother used to own. It wasn't sexy, it wasn't presentable, and my 'bad-punt-radar' was doing its nut.
Still, I hand over £140 and ask for the shower, towards which she waved her hand before turning around and walking off with the money. I hadn't had a kiss hello, any real form of eye contact, barely a smile. And it's not because I'm an ugly sod with four eyes, two noses and rolls of fat like the Michelin man...
So in the shower, no dry towels, which pissed me right off, and back out I come still wet. She looks at me, asks why I haven't dried myself, to which I reply the towels are all wet and obviously already used. "Just use any one of them" she says, totally oblivious to my hesitation and, quite frankly, disgust.
I looked at her, she had her arms crossed sitting in a chair looking bored, and I asked her if she was actually wanting to go ahead with the appointment as it was abundantly clear that she couldn't really give a fuck (or a suck for that matter).
It's at this point that I decide that I would walk. She looks at me without a care in the world, maybe even with a slight smirk, thinking she would get to keep £140. But oh bloody no, there was none of that - I demanded she give me £100 back, saying that she'd be lucky that I'd even let her keep £40. She argued a bit, tempers flared, so I just said that I would slate her in the worst possible way on AW, and make sure each and every forum would be made aware.
She's simmering along nicely, I'm pissed off (more about the towels actually, as I'd got dressed wet) but in the end she hands me back £100 and I turn round and walk out. As I exit the door, she swears at me in French (in which I'm fluent by the way), so I turn round, smile, wave, and said back in French that because of her attitude I would take great pleasure in informing other punters so that they are aware.
I don't know what she was more shocked by - the fact I called her out and walked, with some money back, or that I was very nice and polite to her when speaking in her native tongue.
So, HotStefanie, if you are reading this, merci beaucoup ma chérie, et vas te faire foutre