"Viviana" Fox -
External Link/Members OnlyHappened to be in town with the horn one evening last week, due to being on the way back from a work trip, having not shot my load in a couple of days. Wasn't much available by the time I got in, but fired off a few calls and texts and this was the only one that got back to me. 30 extra for anal was a bit of downer, but was full of spunk and was planning to rattle her arse rotten more than once.
Now, I'd seen her profile before and am always tempted by anal. But always thought, although quite hot, she had quite a typical Latin-tranny look about her in some of her photos - though in many of her others she looks convincingly female enough and sounded so on the phone. I did a quick cross-check for a trans profile on Birch Place and couldn't see any that looked like her (at least on my phone) - so given this was my only option, I'd begun to be tempted to check her out in the flesh, obviously well-prepared to walk if I was getting any sort of male-vibes. And since she was almost literally on my way home (Oxford St - just along from the Sheriff Court
- in the old Laurieston part of the Gorbals), I it decided it was worth doing, with nothing to lose, rather than be left wondering - if what could've simply turned out to be paranoia - had spoiled some potentially awesome bum-fun. I therefore made the call to confirm and drove down.
Low and behold, I get in the room, give her a good eyeing up and down and see that she/he looks even more Michael Jackson than any of her photos suggest. Certainly post-op, but could also tell from her hips and general shape that they hadn't been designed to bear children. I'd therefore say most of her photos have not just simply been airbrushed, but Photoshopped quite convincingly, giving her a far more naturally-feminine rounded nose in many of them, and much bigger fake-looking tits in others. She was also typically demure in person, not saying much and kinda as you'd expect a foreign tranny hooker to be. Swiftly walked past her out the room (without her displaying any protest, as if she was almost used to it) and let myself out the front door, with a big wad of cash still in my pocket for my next punt.
Another thing was that a few minutes later, whilst driving away, I got a text from her number, "This is Vivana
telefonist. She say you leave. What happened?" Hence the confident phone persona not matching that of the shemale I'd actually just met. I had intended at the time to reply with some vitriol stating what a pair of scamming shitbags they were as soon as I got home, but half-forgot and then couldn't be arsed when I remembered about getting round to it hours later. But in retrospect, I'm actually glad I didn't. Not only would it have been a waste of time from my perspective, although I couldn't see any other profiles almost-definitely working from the same address, there's always a decent chance there's a violent pimp lurking about in addition to the madam working the phone. Any insults from me could've riled him up even more, interpreting them as the result of the girl not doing enough to keep me there, increasing any likelihood he'd take his anger out on her. Or even just caused the madam to become even more of a bitch to the girls she's likely exploiting, one way or another.
Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Nothing lost either, in this case.
