*sigh*
"lies lies and damned lies...." to slightly misquote Mark Twain.
Is it just me, or have others noticed that the "oldest profession" has lost all sense of fair play of late? Now I know that we, the humble punter, are setting ourselves up to be shot down every time we indulge in this hobby of ours, but of late it has grown incredibly tedious, as well as incredibly disappointing - thank goodness then for sites such as this to both vent ones' spleen as well of course as to forewarn others from (hopefully) not suffering the same fate as to receive service that rates the shoddiest of the shoddiest. And I've seen Shoddy.
So fast forward to "adultwork" site and hunt down Cute.Roxana. based in Ealing with mobile number 07466 554213
I should have known better; the profile comes complete with a flag-up by adultwork that it may not be a genuine profile, but I thought that I knew better.
You see I was a huge fan of "Hot Milf Michelle" who sadly went back to Poland it would appear for good at the weekend and this profile, being written in a similar fashion, location etc sounded like the replacement (younger model though), so I made arrangements for today early afternoon, back came the text message of the postcode showing up as from the phone that Michelle had used so I knew I was right.
So; comms:- very good.
Location: residential area just off busy road right next to Acton Town underground station.
Flat: a bit tired looking, but fit for purpose. I was kept hanging around outside for 10 minutes whist Roxana "readied herself".
I went along then full of confidence and hope that I was going to get service every bit as good as Michelle, only from a new improved version.
Ha!
No such thing as too good to be true is there?
I was met by a tall skinny scruffy girl (who looked in need of a good nights sleep, a hair wash and a visit to the dentist) She looked a bit like " xxnaughtymeganxxx" who I have long suspected was the other girl at the flat when Michelle was there.
Shown into the room and her opening gambit was "do you want anything special or odd?" She is a Polish girl, with reasonable English but she tends to speak very quickly and almost spits her words so I had to ask her to repeat it, with clearly annoyed her after the second or third attempt.
I said that I just wanted everything on her wish list please - suddenly, the price had increased from £100 to £120 and £70 to £80 - "new here aren't you?" I said " been here ages" she replied with a shrug … yet the adultwork profile states 3rd September....
i queried the price; again the shoulder shrug and the spititng reply - "those are the prices" - by now I just wanted a shag so agreed to £80 for 30 mins - she sent me for a shower, I returned to find her fully dressed. "my turn" she said. I heard the shower run again, then after 5 mins she returned still fully dressed. Very odd I thought.
She handed me a condom and hissed "you want sex?" "well yes, of course I want everything please" I replied with that sinking heart feeling growing ever more evident "you want sex put on condom and lay down, you don't want sex you don't need to put on condom"
I put the condom on my now limp member and lay on my front.
She rustled and bumped around - i presumed taking off her clothes - then I felt a huge dollop of massage gel on my back and she performed an unenthusiastic massage which complrised of her tracing a capital "T" shape up and down my spine and accross the tops of my shoulders.
After about 3 minutes (maybe 4) she said "sex now, time is almost up" - I went to turn over but she objected loudly telling me to wait - she then proceeded to scrub my back clean of gloop - in my minds eye I was that elephant with Johnny Morris on Animal Magic all those years ago being scrubbed with a broom.
Eventually she let me turn over; she was sat on the bed in her underwear and this was my first chance for a look at her - she is the sort of girl who could really scrub up to something special; very slim, great legs and an impressive rack for someone so slight - yet I never got to find out (nor will I ever!!) as she kept the underwear on and proceeded to try to wank me off with about as much enthusiasm as a dead fish. When i tried to reach to pull her closer she sort of sidled toward me so as the best I could do was touch her shoulder and arms.
To be clear; there was absolutely no chance of oral either with or without let alone reverse, no kissing, no touching, no nudity (on her part) - i felt just like a piece of meat; infact it ironically felt how I'd imagine it must feel for an escort to be touched by someone that they feel nothing (or worse than nothing) for - it actually felt somewhat sickening.
I stopped her and said "you really aren't enjoying this are you?" She didn't answer.
I then pulled the "I'm a regular" card and told her that I'd seen Michelle a numer of times and that she assured me I'd always be looked after here..... the look on her face was a picture. "oh, are you upset?" "if you like I will give the money to my friend in the other room and you can go with her?"
I must admit I wasn't expecting that as a response.
But by now I'd had enough so just said I was leaving and that I hope she enjoys the money - I hurridly dressed, stomped out and slammed the door behind me. My heart was racing. I felt (for the first time in a long time) completely dirty and somewhat worthless as it really felt liked I'd stooped to a new low just for the sake of sex.
So this review then is hard to call; having calmed down and thought it through, I don't think that this was a bate and switch in the truest sense, instead I just think that Roxana hadn't arrived in time (hence keeping me waiting) and in the end Megan or whoever this "substitute" was stepped in but had no wish or desire to do so, perhaps I'm being too kind though and my original assessment that she is a cold hearted money grabbing bitch making a living out of being a complete liar and rip-off artist.
Either way I shalln't be going back, which is a shame as under different circumstances the girl I saw had a cracking body and I did also quite like the look of Roxana's profile - but never trust a book by the cover!
