So with the slim pickings on AW up north and the little head doing all the thinking, I ventured into the no-mans land of Vivastreet. I know, I know, but when the mood takes you it's hard to shake off.
And this little beauty caught my eye -
External Link/Members OnlyWith an advert proclaiming the best BJ in town and at £50 for the half hour, how could I resist?
I know in the cold light of day that Vivastreet is a bad place to find yourself. And the photos are probably not genuine. And the girls are not going to be doing the job to fund their psychology masters. But I suddenly turned into a horny tightwad and made the call.
A couple of tries to get through but finally managed to speak to her and arrange a time at fairly short notice. She sounded quite sweet on the phone, I'd guess Polish - heavily accented but fairly good English.
And that was that. Turned up in her street and phoned for the door number and no answer. Tried a couple more times and no answer. Sent a text and no reply.
Maybe the poor soul got herself locked out and couldn't reach the phone. I hope she's ok.
Anyway, I knew deep down that I was going to get scammed somehow, even as I was dialling the number, so I guess this is the best possible outcome.
If anybody actually gets to find out, please let me know if she does indeed deliver the best BJ in town.
Arrabest fellas!