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External Link/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members OnlyI've been putting off writing this up because the disaster was mostly of my own making. I moved to south-west London a couple of months ago and decided it was time to check out the (sparse) local escorting talent. I also decided I was in the mood for a cheap EE skank.
Something about the ripe sluttiness of this girl in her AW pics appealed to me. I only meant to pay £60 for 30 mins but then thought at the last minute that an hour was only £20 more, so I may as well go for that. I meant to check before paying that more than one pop was allowed in the hour, but on the spot I forgot.
So it's an overheated and fag-ash scented flat behind the High Street in Tooting, very much tucked away but the text instructions were very clear. That and the fact that whoever answered the phone sounded alert and together had lulled me into a false sense of optimism. Miss No Taboo's body actually looked better than her pics in towering heels and with her tits spilling out of a too-tight bra. But her face is bloated and blotchy and it won't be too long before she looks like one of those women in rags begging on the street.
Before getting the money she was all over me, nuzzling and dick-rubbing like a bitch on heat. As you might guess, this did not last long. After banking four twenties and re-entering the room she flopped back on the bed, opened her legs and began moving her head around in an odd way, like she was totally out of it on something. She also had an e-cig on the go. What the hell, I thought, and dived in for a spot of pussy licking. There was nothing wrong with her down there but while I was busy she swapped the e-cig for a real one. "Can you put that out?" I said and she ignored me. I sat up and she put the cig in an ashtray, still burning, and motioned me to lie back. She sucked me OWO for a bit then we attempted cowgirl which failed miserably because from a combination of condom wilt and the dawning realisation that this was an unmitigated disaster, I'd gone floppy. Meanwhile, the fag was back in her gob.
Next, she climbed off, and still puffing away, gave me a vigorous wank until I came over my own belly. Then she got up and started to get dressed. "One hour, remember," I said. "Finish only once – you finished," she replied with dripping contempt. It had been 25 minutes. "Give me £20 back," I demanded. "OK, no problem," she lied. "But I have to get it from my friend."
I got dressed after she left the room. The friend, who I had heard but not seen, was by now in the shower. "She won't have the £20 in there with her," I pointed out and was told: "Wait — I have to ask."
After two or three minutes that seemed like an hour an evil, ugly died-blonde short-arsed troll wrapped in a towel came out of the shower and after listening to the other girl's brief account in Bulgarian (or Romulan, who knows?) immediately started arguing about my refund in a thick and unintelligible accent. Meanwhile, Miss Nicotine was standing very close actually blowing her cig smoke on to my clothes. I abandoned ship without the £20 and went for a cleansing pint and a bout of kicking my own stupid butt.
