Thought it about time I posted another review. Most of the girls I've seen of late were transient, so next to no point reviewing them if they were to up sticks and move on. This one had been on my list for a while, British, and seemed good value;
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CommunicationCommunication was by text, and was straightforward but a bit haphazard in regards to pinning down a definitive time for the meeting. I was the one being vague, but she made no real effort to pin down a time. Make what you want out of that. In hindsight, to me that means she's not particularly busy. The resultant punt leads me to surmise this. Irritating point. She misspelled one of her outfits in the exchange, the one which I then requested, and then corrected me with her incorrect spelling! Dumbass
VenueI was provided with a postcode to an address in Cheetham Hill. I texted her to announce my arrival and also to be provided with the address. She told me it was number 14 and that she would be down shortly. So a flat then, obviously! The row of flats before me was a bit dilapidated, feral children running around the exterior and just generally unkempt on the exterior. The interior was no better. Apologies for sounding snobbish but it was a shit tip, stuff piled in corners, children’s toys and shoes scattered about the place. The boudoir lacked lighting, the only source of light available coming from a selection of tea lights on the bedside table, and the naked bulb on the landing, shining through the open door. I was then treated to that old chestnut 'Oh, I've only just moved in etc..'. Clearly not, nothing was boxed up, but I digress.
GirlI always thought that she looked vaguely cute in her profile pictures, a little plump but nothing I couldn't live with. I specifically asked for her to wear her 'secutary' outfit. When she opened the door she instead wore some wedge heeled faux suede boots with some dubious stains on them, and a pink dressing gown. Hmm, sexual
She had a bit of a distant look about her, and I followed meekly up the stairs behind her to her unkempt abode. She's definitely a lot plainer in the flesh, underwhelming so. She is plump, I'll say, with a baby belly resembling 40lbs of well kneaded dough just itching to be released from the shackles of her corset. Large boobs and a big arse, which is actually ok to look at if you like booty. Physical appearance aside, she was clearly wankered or off her head on something, and seemed unable to complete a coherent sentence. This probably explains the vacant look she had about her.
ServiceMy initial impression wasn't good, and I anticipated a shit punt ahead, so I attempted to wrangle myself out of the half hour session I booked and opt for a 15. She slurred back that it had already been booked in and she turned down another punter to see me (clearly not, just a timeless whore comeback), and rather than just respond that I only had £30, I paid up. FK was on offer, no OWO, but I had a short tit wank which was actually nice (not being a connoisseur of boobs, this surprised me). On with the bag for some OW, which included a bit of ball tickling with her tongue, and I was ready for the main course. Didn't really fancy nibbling her beef flaps, primarily due to the general state of the flat and the girl. Spun her round for a bit of doggy, and to be fair, her arse looked fine, but as I began, i couldn't help but notice an unpleasant smell emanating from her crack. Yes, indeed, it was the old shitty arse sweat aroma which seems to affect only the English girls I've seen
. Sensing a pending disaster, I upped the tempo to reach the finishing line quicker. This action also served to pump more of her noxious arse aroma about the room, causing me to hold my breath lest I ruin the faltering moment. One final push, and I concluded in the bag. Pulling out of her released yet more stench, and I really didn't want to handle the condom whilst taking it off. This girl charges by the pop, so no round two available, which led me to feel a little bit robbed. Some idle, incoherent chit chat about her successful sideline as a business woman (bullshit), and all the usual waffle, before I dressed and left the building.
ConclusionThe service was a bit piss poor really. I get that the premises is a working environment, but she could have made some effort to smarten the place up. Getting pissed on the job is a massive no-no for most people, so for someone charging £100 an hour it is totally unacceptable, and just demonstrates a lack of respect for the punter and herself. The lack of hygiene quite possibly stems from this state of inebriation; either that or she's just a lazy cow who can't be bothered to freshen up for clients. I made the effort to turn up squeaky clean. I kind of felt like she should have paid me.
I'm starting to get the impression that a lot of English WGs are just lazy, lacklustre hags who overestimate their worth and think it's acceptable to neglect basic hygiene and service whilst charging premium rates. 'Sexy'BustyLeah, Little Miss Petite, and now this one only reinforce my view. Given that there is a lot of competition out there from EE girls, You'd think they'd up their game a little bit. One to avoid, my brothers
