My interest in this girl was piqued by a couple of reviews, which referred to ‘petite’ and to the quality of her service. So I added her to my hot list.
On the night, I was thinking purely with my cock. And my cock took me through a very exposed gate in Denmark Hill – opposite Macdonald’s - up some terrifying outside stairs, through a corridor with a strapping black security chap, to watch a bespectacled EE lady knocking on a door. "Andrea! Andrea!" She was knocking for about five minutes, which was a bit strange. At that point I should probably have run off – but my cock was not to be denied. I was gently trembling with excitement. What a dufus.
Coms – I guess this is more of a walk-up place. I booked at seven for 8pm, and I got a text at 7.45am saying ‘are you coming baby?’ I happened to be in MacDonald’s trying ‘mozzarella dippers’ – another terrible mistake – so I jumped in.
Venue – weird and scary.
Girl - In the very dark room was a reasonably well put together, olive skinned lady from the Dominican Republic, late twenties, with pigtails. Very little English, pretty much no interest in me, phone constantly pinging, everything interesting was extra, not what I would call petite. I managed to fire my cock into life – yes, dear reader, it became very shy once in the room, the little bastard – and we had a little fuck, but that’s it.
My dalliance with south London brothels is over. I’m sticking to familiar well reviewed GFE territory. Sandra Curly. Ellie Rose. Proper, engaged, skilled sex workers.
Interestingly, I was expecting to pay £70 for 30 minutes. I gave £60 to the EE lady, was fishing around for a tenner, but she walked off. So I was £10 up on the deal. Every cloud has a sliver lining.
