External Link/Members OnlySo, having been baited and switched at around 3.00 pm (see my review of Sonya and Kim), I was still in the market for some afternoon entertainment.
Tania’s profile – on which I'd had my eye for several days – looked to me persuasive, because it was very different in character from most Romanian profiles. The masses of gallery pictures somehow gave it credibility.
Also there was a glowing AW review from a mildly – but perhaps only mildly – credible-looking AW reviewer.
Tania had been my Plan A for the day, but I’d received no reply to my texts.
However, by an odd coincidence, just five minutes after my disappointing visit to Sonya’s front door, I receive a text from Tania – who is (a) immediately available and (b) almost round the corner.
Within a further five minutes I am parked in Tania’s street, just off St Mary’s Road in Fratton.
The girl who opens the door comes as a very pleasant surprise after what had happened about quarter of an hour earlier.
She isn’t the girl on the profile – whose age is given as 24 and who has (certainly) fake lips and (probably) fake tits. This girl is 18 or 19, pretty in a natural way with no make-up, slim, beautiful body, small tits. Seems friendly enough.
However, once she returns after leaving my £70 with the pimp, it is as though a light has been switched off – and it becomes a textbook example of a truly ghastly Romanian punt.
Now I’ve encountered a few very good (and a few entirely acceptable) Romanians over the years, but this episode was a re-run of what was probably – until now – my worst-ever punt, some ten years ago.
She was sullen. I could barely get a word out of her.
I was given barely five minutes of oral. (Covered. I’d decided not to bother with the extra £20 for OWO.)
Sex was in any position as long as it was missionary, with her head turned away so far that she was almost contortionate.
Any attempt to touch her tits was met with hands placed over them.
Silence was broken only by grumbling. She’d had enough of this, she’d had enough of that.
As time passed, she started indicating my time was up when it wasn’t.
Apart from the occasional brief complaint, she remained silent, sullen and resentful to the last.
I suppose I was in the bedroom for about 25 minutes – the main pleasure I got being a kind of perverse satisfaction in knowing that I was putting her to so much unwelcome inconvenience.
As I was on my way out – but when the front door was already open, because I didn’t want to risk entering into a conversation with her pimp (my knowledge of Romanian being very poor) – I said to her, “You’re not suited to this work. I suggest you get a job in a supermarket.”
She made no reply.
When I’d arrived at the house, the weather had been dry and reasonably bright. But I stepped out into a downpour.
And within fifteen seconds there was a clap of thunder. Just the one.
At least the pathetic fallacy is alive and well and living in Fratton.
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