External Link/Members OnlyAfter my last enjoyable experience with a brothel girl, my persnickety and stingy mind allowed to take a risk with Chanell who
i have hotlisted for a while.
Booking was made via a maid, i guess. Only text. Cant call.
This happened on Monday night, 9pm onwards
I asked for my favourites, OWO, Lap dance, DFK, Spanking. - No reply. Waited for nearly a hour, Still no reply. re-sent the message. Got nothing.
I've experienced this before, punting around europe have taught me that a couple of things. I decided to use my personal phone and sent a message just asking for the address. Got a reply immediately. Couple of messages ensued and i made my way to her place. 15 minutes to her place, i texted her.
Meet:
In short, didnt happen.
Upon arrival to her place, tried to call. didn't pick up. i texted about my arrival. She said she's coming.
I walked up to the door, no door bell. the downstairs window of the house was slightly opened. I couldn't help to take a peak look.
It was a living room converted to a bedroom. a muscular, tall man on this phone was pacing around the room. I quickly retreated.
Couple of seconds late while waiting at the door, a young black man came out, i looked away to avoid eye contact, he lighted up a cigarette and walked to his car and drove away.
I cursed myself for letting the door closed when he got out.
I waited.
Minutes passed. I texted. got no reply. I was anxious, i didn't like the non-discreteness of this place. I was ready to walk. Before i turn around. Another young lass walked up behind me. A good looking man probably in his 30s, confidently smiling and trying to make a conversation.
A couple of seconds later, the door opened and Melissa (link below) opened the door, she waved the other guy in. She told me Chanell is coming. Murmured something about being busy.
Melissa:
External Link/Members Only.
I waited again. I looked around to see two people in a car adjacent the apartment on their phone. was i being watched? i was getting very anxious now. I was ready to leave.
Before i could take a step, a car drive down and parked in front of the house, two young men of indian descent came out of the car.
These guys dressed to impress. Their cologne could wake the dead. I couldnt fathom why two young able men like this will pay for a fuck.
Anyway, while i was deep in thought, they made their way to the house, opened the door and walked in.
I felt like a fool, the unprofessionalism and lack of discreteness disgust me. i wanted to go in but i was surprisingly afraid.
As faith has it, another guy showed up behind him, dressed like he is going for an interview. He avoided eye contact and started texting.
I wanted to say something but his demeanor suggests he doesn't want to talk. An asian, chinese looking guy was now standing across the road looking at the house. This was turning into the United Nations.
I cursed myself, seconds later, a huge black guy came out of the apartment frustrated, that was cue for me to go home.
5 minutes, i got a text from Chanell number asking where i am. I explained my frustration of waiting for more than 15 mins and lack of discreteness. got no reply
Not sure if this is normal so gave this a neutral. I dont think a Brothel is for me.
Any advice or comment will be much appreciated
