Basic Details:Date: Monday 26/03/2018
Location of Outcall: Hotel
Price of Outcall: £200/hour
Arranged Duration: 1 hour
Service Requested: Normal GFE
Ended up paying: £300 for 35 minutesComms: good; prompt; arranged by text followed by phonecall.
AW Name and Link: xxANAxx
External Link/Members OnlyIntro:First of all this happened back in March, but even so it still plays on my mind from time to time and none of it really makes sense. Sorry not entirely sure if its allowed for me as a first time poster to submit a review without introducing myself – but I hope its ok. UKP is not new to me and I come on here from time to time to check out reviews but non-members can’t do a username search so I just browse. Not sure if the escort in question has been reviewed before.
Update:Sorry, I copied the link off her profile back in April but seems she's no longer active on Adultwork. Hopefully the review will still prove helpful if she returns to work in the future.
Background to meet:So 3 weeks ago I stayed overnight at a hotel due to a work conference really early next morning at the O2. As it started so early I couldn’t be asked to commute from the suburbs so just booked a hotel. Not having punted for a while I decided that evening to seek out a hot bod Hungarian or Polish. I got browsing AW and noticed how pretty thin on the ground it is or EE these days but nonetheless I found xxANAxx a Hungarian who I’d never seen before. So I texted her around 7pm for a meeting at 10pm, well before the 2 hours notice she requested on her profile. She texted back saying she was off to the gym but would make it for 10pm so no problems there…
About Me:Now you may be scratching your head at why I’m including info about my background in a review about an escort, but it will soon become clear (in the strangest way possible I must add). I’m just a regular UK Indian guy, Essex born-and-bred, working in IT. More importantly, I need to clarify that I
rarely follow the news: I’m into music, movies, food, but the very mention of news makes me switch off.
The Meeting:Fast forward to the evening and Ana shows up as but closer to 11pm rather than 10 as arranged. I wasn’t too fussed though as I was just lounging in my hotel room not doing much. But as soon as she walked through the door it immediately struck me how worn out she looked for her stated age (28). More importantly she seemed disinterested and quite distant, and for a good 5 mins just slumped at the end of my bed messing around with her phone while I went to the loo. She was also uncommunicative, not in a rude way but just extremely quiet, and very soon I was beginning to wonder if this girl even wanted to be in this line of work in the first place. My mind raced to visions of that dreaded ‘T’ word (trafficked, that is). Nevertheless she reluctantly started to strip, having not said a word about paperwork, and so I got on with it as well. We both got under the sheets and started to kiss and feel each other. This went on about 5-10 minutes and very quick I got a hardon simply by being under the same bedsheets as her (FAF even with a tired-looking face). Then she got on top and I was anticipating she was about to ride cowgirl but instead pinned me down quite forcefully and asked “if we could stop?”
I thought she’d suddenly remembered the paperwork and was about to remind me. But then after a brief hesitation she said “I want to share a secret…”
Errr Ohhh-kay I thought…. But I went along with it thinking it was probably some sort of impromptu RP bollocks she probably followed in all her meetings so I just smiled back and said ok…
At this point, however, things became really weird, I mean, really really weird…
I looked at her and she seemed upset about something and this made me feel uneasy as well. My immediate gut reaction was that she was about to confide in me that someone was forcing her in this line of work…
But what she eventually ‘confided’ (if that’s the word) was totally unrelated to her job or anything we’d said up to that point which was admittedly not a lot anyway…
She looked at me straight in the eyes and said “Some people survived MA370...”
Errrmmmmm…
Wtf…???
I had absolutely zero idea what she was on about. My immediate assumption was she was talking about some natural disaster, like I said I rarely follow the news. But in my head I was also thinking why the fuck are you wasting my fucking time with this nonsense
But then the penny dropped...
I remembered my fuckin wallet on the bedside cabinet with all my fucking CC’s and £1,000 in cash as well as a fucking HMRC letter with all my personal details on it, and I became paranoid, really, really paranoid, utterly convincing myself she had seen these while I'd absentmindedly left them when going for a leak. In fact And I felt sick to the pit of my stomach.
While I was this nightmarish stupor, next thing she grabbed her phone while still on top of me… and I was expecting to hear the shutter sound instantly – a dumb fuckin mug punter with a terrified face blackmailed into giving away a thousand quid
Luckily that didn’t happen, but what did actually happen was far, far weirder…
Instead she proceeded to show me what I can only describe as an extremely disturbing and bizarre photo of a flight crew and passengers (?) all terrified and huddled together in a darkened room flanked by two burly masked males in military uniform (???) Without saying a word she zoomed in to one of the flight crew in a blood-stained white shirt (the captain maybe?) who seemed like a bald brown middle-aged man which was just a little disconcerting due to his resemblance to me. She was about to started swiping to show more pictures but I stopped her.
At this she went berserk and started ranting that I’m a thick cunt and didn’t understand any of it (what the bloody hell was I supposed to understand?! ) It got a bit heated and I told her in colourful terms that what I knew was this was some sort of scam attempt and I was not gonna fall for it like some mug...
But faced with an unpredictable situation I had to control my anger and prevent this descending into some kind of slanging match: maybe this was her plan from the get-go. The thought of my face getting knocked in by a pimp, being robbed of money and info, missing the work conference, then to top it all off, having to lie to my wife about what happened was enough to shut me up. I decided to pre-empt any further trouble by handing over £300 and politely asking her to leave. I said it was getting late (11.30pm by now) and I had to wake up early next morning.
She took the money but stilll trying desperately to get a reaction out of me she made an offensive remark about how I was obviously too thick to comprehend anything she’d shown me (?!) but I didn’t take the bait and she eventually left.
After she shut the door I was thanking my lucky stars for the close shave considering what
might have transpired. A little later around 12am I went down to the lobby to check she’d gone. However I remained jittery the whole night as I didn’t know if she’d return few hours later with some large Hungarian pimp demanding more money. Luckily that didn’t happen but this whole affair has left me shaken and put me off outcalls and EE escorts.
What the hell was it all about I don’t have the foggiest. She seemed intent on showing me that damn photo. Why? I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine! Have others experienced the same level of strangeness from this escort? Was it all an act? Did she just take her chances after noticing my wallet? I’ve replayed these questions in my mind on a loop but I still have no answers.Part of me thinks it was at the very least an attempt to kill some time, but if it was a scam why did she not just take a pic while on top of me and demand the £1,000?
Its all very bizarre! My apologies if this review has been long. I just wanted to provide as much detail as possible to help others potentially avoid the same trap.
Thanks,
Jagdeep