External Link/Members OnlyFound myself working in Leicester and thought I'd treat myself.
Comms via text really easy. Dropped a text asking for the postcode and had a reply within a few minutes, suggested a time and the booking was confirmed - hey presto
Arrived at the given postcode. Long terraced street, not busy. The street is a mix of permit holder and Max 1hr parking so a little faf to find a spot. Dropped a message confirming arrival and given house number, off I trot.
As it was a terrace street I'm walking ticking off the numbers as I go, looking for window twitching neighbours as I go. Upon arrival door left ajar. Took note the rather worn/unloved appearance but given the circumstances I just wanted to dive in, out of site.
First impressions weren't great, property has obviously seen better days - last decorated in the 60's as a guess and Anna is an Asian (Chinese) woman, probably 60.years of age, jet black dyed hair, pillar box red lipstick, dressed in favourite childhood auntie vibes. My instinct was to walk, but I quickly decided after being shown to the room I would be introduced to someone a little bit younger and a little bit easier on the eye. Wrong!
So I follow upstairs, I'm in the room, have a look around and think fuck it, it's only £40. There is both a bed and a massage bed next to each other. I'm asked to repeat my requirements (30 minutes, massage) and encouraged to strip off and get on the table. Butt nsked I hope on hoping for the best, she must be good right, cause fuck all else is bringing repeat business.
5 minutes in to the deep tissue and Anna is going at my back hammer and tongs, it's firm but erratic and demonstrated little training, add in that Anna is also breathing heavy, like this is her workout for the week - what the absolute fuck was I thinking!?!
At this point I'm giggling into the hole in the massage table questioning my life choices. Effort wise the massage was 9/10, unfortunately technically and medicinally nah! I was enthusiastically rubbed all over. A few credit card swipes and a little ball tickling and I'm asked the question - happy ending? Now, to this moment I have absolutely no idea what happened next, it was like an outer body experience, but for some reason my reply came 'blow job?'. Wtf!
Anyway but of bartering, £40 agreed. The pillar box red lipstick starts bobbing up andd down on my cock, good deepthroat technique followed by some ball sucking and a finger up.the arse hole. I blew my load in quick time. Job done. Anna comes in for the kiss.. fuck off! Can I have a shower please?
At this point I'm thinking, okay there is something seriously wrong in my brain but I'm never coming back and it's hit the spot so no damage done.
At this point I start taking in my surroundings.. there is tissue paper stuffed in a hole in the door, the plaster on the landing walls and ceiling are hanging off - I hadn't noticed on the way up - the bathroom seems to have a strange mix of soaps, shampoos and shower gels, like there are multiple people using this room. Back in the room, I pay, dress and follow Anna down the stairs. At this point reality dawn's, the other room off the landing and the two rooms I walked passed downstairs on arrival have locks on the doors! I'm in a HMO!
Anna opens the front door to reveal a man and a woman, both obviously heavily intoxicated with a dog and so e shopping sat on the doorstep! She closes the door immediately with a look of panic on her face. She looks at me for direction and I tell her to open the door, I don't live close and I don't have a nervous disposition, I'm happy to walk passed these on the way out.
The man doesn't fancy eye contact but the woman, with a cackle asks how much I was charged - "I'm sorry what did you say" I asked, but her partner quickly intervenes and nothing gets said back.
Not an issue for me, I'm a fairly big fella who doesn't really care, but for others it probably wouldn't be great!
All in all, it wasn't my best 30/40 minutes. We live and learn, hopefully I can help you guys not to make the same mistake.
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