External Link/Members OnlyLonda!
Location: popular grotty basement flat on warwick road. Most of us have been here one time of the other.
Comms : Diva, punctual. The agency hinted about weeks ago she might not stack up to my usual picking but I went ahead nevertheless.
Rates: £200 / 60mins (paid £0)
The SP : opened the door hiding. I didn’t receive the acclaimed kisses on arrival - alarm bells start to go off!
5”5 tall. Met me in heels, cheap dress, looked nothing like her photographs - not even close. Photographer / photoshopper deserves a Pulitzer award! The videos to an extend too. I’d say a bridge between a dinner lady and the lollipop lady. Her hair was shoulder length not rich curly blond. She had her natural tits revealing. I wondered how far they’d drop when she took her dress off. She wasn’t fat like I thought she’d be, just didn’t seem as young and playful as I’d want. She might be in her 30’s but not 25 as stated. Facially very average. Not chubby or chunky. Just tired.
She gave me a hug standing. No kiss, no peck. Second alarm goes off in my head.
I give her the dosh, she counts it and goes away to stash it - comes back in 3 mins.
She offers me a shower which I take. I come back in the room she is sitting her armchair - then gets up saying she has to wash her hands. Fair enough but that took about 5mins - then I heard the WC flushed.
That awkward few minutes when you are waiting for the game to start (reminded me of the old parlours when you had to wait and wait) I leave my towel on and spread out on the bed waiting for awhile. The flat seemed hauntingly quite. I got up and opened the door and shouted “hello” a few times - no response. I tried again. I have here before and know the layout of the flat. There is only one other room.
At this point, I head back in the room and start to get my kit on. She darts back in the room telling “she was on a very important call”. She was polite and might be telling the truth but at this point I was out - time is money. She was still pleading while I was doing my last button up. I’d lost my mojo, the agency was right (lesson learnt, point taken) she didn’t stack up to “any Russian I’ve seen” I repeat any. Is she even Russian or just holds a Russian passport 😂
I demanded my money back. She took another 2 mins to comeback rubbing my shoulders saying if I wanted to stay she was mumbling I couldn’t really work out what she was saying but gesturing me out. I suspect she had another booking with another agency and got it all mixed up and was trying to sort it out “important call”. Her English was very basic yet broken. She was totally the opposite of what I had expected.
So I got my money and left, sent the agency a message with my complain - no response yet. Hopefully they will live up to their good reputation. Quite surprised how not only on their books but charging £200 as well. £150 would be the right mark. Without mentioning names she doesn’t come close to other SP at the £200 mark.
If I’d seen her in a flat after a punt with another SP as you do. I would have ruled her out immediately!
If she had been a better host I might have stayed but even then I think it might have been a neutral based on looks. Later, I surprisingly thought she was on SP I’ve seen in awhile that didn’t give me wood on arrival.
As I was driving back home Diva sent me a few options in the area I could potentially see. I pondered and drove round in circles around Earl’s Court- 3 times 😂. I contemplated but knew all was lost. 2 hour driving, 40 miles to and fro. Congestion charge, parking - all lost but at least I had a full sack and 200 crisp sheets and some will power.
Experience tells me plan B is never really better or a punt planned in 5 mins. Will power set in my glock had no ruling in the matter. It was getting dark, I had lost time and interest, I headed home. I came, I saw Londa, I didn’t conquer... hence a battle for another day. It was a punt that was never to be. No hard feelings.
