Careful now! This is the sort of place you could catch Hep A, B, C and a few others not heard of just by walking past it. Yes, this is not the faint hearted, but wanted to explore the parlours of Bristol, I started with this place as it was a street away from an appointment I had today.
I called up before leaving home and inquired who was working. A very polite English lady told me Sam, 20's. blonde and busty, and a Brunette 40's.... blah blah lost interest at 40's. Hot footed over and parked up outside the closed pub down the road.
Venue - from the outside. A fantastic spacious Victorian corner end of terrace, opulently yet tastefully renovated to a very high spec this place is not. it's a shit hole. I have seen better crack dens on Channel 5.
Behold.
Hidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyHowever, faint heart ne'er won fair maiden, so I sucked it up, and followed the discreet signs pointing me towards the rear entrance. With slight trepidation, and no small amount of derring-do on my behalf, I walked through the gate to be met with a rather pleasant pebbled courtyard with decorative feature on the left. On the right is a lean to, hanging there in towels which to be honest have seen better days. About a decade ago. Before they were deemed too awful and were then used as dog beds in Battersea Dogs home. Until they thought they were beyond salvage, chucked them in a skip, for a group of travellers to take them as something to line their portaloos with, dropped in the river in Bristol, to be fished out to dry behind the back of Park House knocking shop in Bristol.
Ring ring. Silence. Hmmm. Noises. Unlocking sound. Door creaks open, I step in and behold SAM in all her blonde loveliness.
"Are you Sam?"
"Yes darling. Give me 5 minutes I've just got to finish this one off" pointing to a door
"No it's OK darling. I'll come back later" leaving her to "finish off" what ever sad depraved desperado was mid jump before I rang the bell.
Description of Sam. Bristol girl. Mid 20's she ain't. Mid 30's probably. Dress size, somewhere between 14 to dumpling. Huge big tits flopping out like udders. Dirty grey formerly white bra. Tattoos. The type done in prison by bored cell mates with a biro, lighter and a safety pin. Everywhere. Awful. Face. Literally. However she was a nice enough lady who knew she wasn't a looker. Probably be a great laugh down the pub but I couldn't ever possibly do anything sexual with her. No point kidding myself. Even for 40 quid, and she might be the best BJ merchant in the world, it's simply wouldn't happen. I bid her farewell and off I went into the afternoon to find plan B.
I would return though- if passing, if only to see who else is working there if i was passing. Easy parking, and 40 quid I have the feeling that it is a place you might just get lucky.
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