External Link/Members OnlyActually my 3rd visit to this wg, but my first since her return to gods own country. Her original service was half- decent for an EE especially at £60/hr, but sadly she has reincarnated as a typical rom.
Visit No. 3 .Comms are done with the wgs agent who is quick and straightforward and happy to confirm requested services. get the impression she would promise you a red carpet and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if you asked.
So there i am at the top of the fire escape and the door is opened by a tired old EE mama/granmama, who tries to tell me she is Beccy and is ushering me into her room. Actually her room is much better than the broken mattress on the floor boudoir that these Roms use for punts. But mama looks like shes been working several 24hr shifts straight in a Chinese laundry, so i head for the exit. Cue much shrieking in Rom and another tired old mama appears. I've reached the door when Beccy herself appears with a big grin on her face. It crosses my mind that they have done this before.
The Punt itselfClimb up to the crappy boudoir. Beccy is plumper than i remember but she is freshly showered, makeup, but no perfume this time. Seems to be in the same tracky bottoms. Got to admit her baby face is pretty.
She takes things much slower this time but kissing now almost completely off the menu. And doggy is only with her pressed flat face down into the mattress. Hard to get much depth in that position and i try to raise her up but she is non-cooperative and too heavy. Nor will she be pushed into spoons. This time she has lost the little English she displayed on the 2 previous punts so communication is virtually impossible.
Mish is the only option but she will not make eye contact and keeps turning her face away. She has also learnt to manoeuvre to stop any full penetration. I half come and she wants to stop tho i try to continue. After couple of mins she taps her wrist and utters her 3rd word all punt - "kaput" (the other 2 words were unknown EE.) I get my watch and tell her 20 mins left. She repeats "kaput." I lie her down on the bed but she sits bolt upright. I give up after a few more tries and she takes advantage to climb off the bed, throw 2 wet wipes at me and stand against the wall. I guess i am taking too long to get dressed and also get my shoes thrown to me across the floor. My watch says 45mins and i leave.
40 mins is the chucking out time for a 60 min booking with her colleague Beautiful Maya. Beccy seems to have learnt a lot more bad habits besides.
Home and dry, almost...Outside worse is to follow. Theres a young black kid at the bottom of the fire escape arguing on his phone. Hes demanding to be let in and shouting that hes been waiting too long. "Open the fucking door!" he says into the phone as i walk past. Emerging from the alley, 3 rough looking white guys 50 ish are standing directly on the pavement opposite. One very loudly calls out - "Did she put a smile on your face? Its our turn next. Were gonna be balls deep." The whole street can hear but don't want to seem ignorant, so i reply "at least shes cheap" - they can make of that what they want.
My car is parked 200 yards or so down the street - trying to be discreet. ( bit pointless after the last exchange) But there's a shiny new metal stud/screw pushed deep into the tread of the tyre nearest the curb. I spend a couple of mins digging it out, praying not to hear the tell tale hiss of air. Driving away i see in my rear view mirror a fat tall guy 30ish hurrying from the garden of the house where i had parked. I hadn't blocked his drive or anything. He stands in the middle of the street openly filming me with a video camera pressed to his face. Do you think he was the idiot that attacked my tyre? Did Beccy do me an unintended favour chucking me early?
The wgs, the other punters, the streets residents, all seem to be saying in their own way - DONT RETURN. Guess £60 per hour for a punt has finally proved too good to be true - unless my fellow punters you can put me back on the right track.
