External Link/Members OnlyWinding my way down to Baker Street, just another crazy day and forget about everything. Gonna give up the booze and the one night stands, maybe settle down... but until then, resolved to see Yu Yu again thanks to intel on here.
Comms: all sorted on phone, agreed this was the Yu Yu sought (now Lilly), previously of The Cut. Accepted booking, even though a busy lunch hour period.
Venue: Chinese massage shop adjacent to Baker Street tube, pretty much door to door with the Wetherspoons (was once Chiltern Court in John Betjeman's 'Metroland', where a man played an organ. On this I occasion I... well, you get the rest)
£30 paid for half hour.
You descend down the stairs, there's no rooms at street level and wait, as told. At this point, women dart between rooms sheepishly (none you would even think about), while men leave them and stare at the ground past you. Serious downside (I'm quite presentable, I can't say the same for the guy in Scott, yes Scott not Schott bomber jacket, work boots get up, who left pecking some skank on his way out). Receptionist knows this is shit and apologises.
The girl: Yu Yu, now Lilly (not in a Bob now Roberta way), famed of The Cut, Waterloo. Slender but sizeable, nay, massive jugs (don't ask me what size, maybe 34F?). Thankfully not engaged with any of the business above and greets me in ludicrously revealing dress.
The Meet: a few on here know her drill, decentish massage, my hands roaming from the off. Tuts and says "You!", slithers out of dress, continuing to massage. I lose patience and flip over, she gets beside me: DFK, sucking on body, 69, more and then HE finish. If you enjoy the black triangle, she's primed for that. £40 her rate since I ever met her.
Other comments: hot towelled off, no shower. No blokes on exit out but upstairs door was locked and I did have to contend with some bloke from
Day of the Dead clawing at it. Was asked by French school teacher to take the group's picture as I left, they seemingly had zero clue.
The sun was shining, it was a new morning. I was going home (or indeed, back to the office, after the orifice).