This girl (mature woman) popped up on the radar recently, and I HLed her.
External Link/Members Only or External Link/Members Only30mins at £50Looking at her profile there was no number displayed, but it was evident that she probably mainly relied on regulars (which is fine) and perhaps her very reasonable rates reflected that? Anyway, I found that the UKP page with all her indexed reviews displayed her number, so I saved it in my phone. All the reviews by guys who'd met her were positive, the only negative was when she'd become unreachable on the planned day of a punt. Things happen, we all have 'other lives' (on both sides of the punting fence), but the overall impression was good and she fitted my personal 'demographic' in terms of age.
(It has to be said, also vague rumours of BB with regulars (which can happen of course), but since I knew my activity with her would be covered, no particular problem for me).
Phoned her one afternoon and she picked straight up. She was out and about and couldn't talk, I was to phone her later. Took another couple of goes but finally got through early that evening, and she was nicely apologetic about 'normal' stuff she was doing that day. We had a real nice chat (she likes to speak to punters on the phone to get a 'feel') and quickly developed a rapport. She thought I was a lot younger than I am, going by my voice, rather flattering (I'm a little older than her, even her real age
). Anyway, it was clear that it was worth a punt (in both senses) for both of us, and I enquired about that evening. She said she was already seeing a regular for a longish booking, and that she wouldn't be available until quite late. Nothing wrong with that (and in a way I think she was trying to put me off for that night, nothing wrong with that either), so I said perhaps the following evening? She said yes, that would be fine, and we set a time. She texted me her postcode so I could plan my journey (I'm nearly 30 miles away, cross-country, so a drive for me) and I said I'd confirm next day.
Texted next day, and she asked if she could bring my arrival forward by 10mins (seemed a little strange, such a small amount) but I texted back to agree, and said I was very much looking forward to meeting her. Stressed that I would arrive freshly scrubbed-up and smelling nice, and see her later.
Fast forward to the night in question, freshly-shaved/bathed and then doused in Hugo Boss, I donned my Milk Tray action man garb to make myself utterly irresistible to the mature woman
. Left bang on-time to arrive for the allotted and newly-agreed time, according to my Satnav, which stated a 40min journey time. Put some Marvin Gaye on in the car and set off into the night. 40mins later I park up at the postcode in question and reach for my punting phone to text her I'd arrived, and please can I have the door number? I see that 10mins into my drive she has already texted
me (only 30mins before) and to my horror she says she can't see me because a 'family emergency' has cropped up. Do. Me. A. Fucking. Favour
.
I politely text back to say how disappointed I am, thanks for wasting my evening (a little sarcastic, admittedly), and that actually, I thought she'd probably mugged me off for a regular. Got the expected response of
how very dare I.
Hmmm, what to do? Well I'd taken a 50mg Viagra, I had a boner and I smelt like a tart's boudoir (or at least the male constituent of)...I was hot to trot! What's a guy to do?
So I sat in the car and spent 5mins going through my WG Contacts (my phone provider had suddenly decided to block AW, I wish they'd be bloody consistent, FFS
). Da-Rin came up and I dropped her a text for an hour's time. She say yes, I say go (Bryan Ferry knows the rest...) Review elsewhere.
Anyway, back to Franchesca...she'd sent me a mildly abusive text at the very suggestion that she may have mugged me off, so when I finally got home later that evening I sent her an appropriately-measured response (ie also a little abusive). It got a little silly, to the extent that she's saying I've got no mates, what does my wife think (I'm not married), all the usual shit, and culminating in her classic response of: 'I'm not your girlfriend, I'm a prostitute', meant in the sense of
I can let you down, you don't matter because I don't know you.
So I called her a silly bint and blocker her number.
And that folks, is a big fat
Negative from me
Topic: Friendly Franchesca - Hatfield Incall (Read 1102 times)
