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For some reason I forgot checking the reviews for this girl, but I more or less got to the same conclusions after speaking to her for 2 minutes and walked.
I had contacted her a few weeks ago, and she had told me that OWO and FK were 20 quid each more. At the time that came down to something like 170/h so I went elsewhere.
Today I noticed that she seemed to have lowered the basic rate, so I sent her a message asking the rate for "GFE+FK+OWO+69". She answered it was 20 more for OWO, and it seemed OK for me, so I booked by text, explaining again that it was for 1h, including FK, OWO and 69.
When I arrived to the road (Maple Street) she gave me the number of the building and told me to get in front of it (she probably wanted to look at my face before opening). Finally she gave me the flat number: the flat is a decent one on the ground floor.
She opened the door with a skimpy bikini, without looking at me, a dead stare in the eyes and an emotionless expression. She turned around and moved to the room without a smile. Inside, she asked me for how long I wanted to stay: I had written a number of messages clarifying that I was planning to stay for an hour, but her asking me led me to think that she probably wasn't dealing with the messages.
So I smelled a rat, and asked if she did FK. She looked a bit puzzled and finally said "No, I don't do that" with an annoyed look. I then downgraded both my expectations and the length of the punt to 1/2hr. I handed her 80 quid (I was sure that the 20 more for OWO were not worth it and I was really glad to receive confirmation of that in the reviews left by previous punters), and started undressing.
I noticed that she didn't ask me to take a shower. I had had one shortly beforehand, but that is never a good sign, honestly. She wandered around the room minding her own business while I was taking my clothes off, and then she finally looked at me and coldly, matter-of-factly told me "how do you want to start?". The whole thing felt more or less as sexy and intriguing as being in a queue at Mc Donalds at 2am and having a sleepy clerk ask me if I wanted fries with my shitty burger.
I looked at her, and thought that she had the perfect type of body for me, slim and feminine (9) and a beautiful enough face completely spoiled by her sulky look (7.5). I thought about placing my hands on her but had a second thought that they might be cold: she immediately noticed and told me with an alarmed tone "IF YOU HAVE COLD HANDS DON'T TOUCH ME HERE AND HERE", pointing at the sides of her chest. That must be one of those idiotic ideas that if something cold touches you you can get immediately sick.
The whole thing had made me feel miserable, honestly she was just too lifeless for me to get any kind of sexual desire. I frankly would have liked to shag her, had she shown at least a minimal glimpse of humanity. But honestly she felt inhuman, just as standoffish and aloof as possible. Not a vague smile, not a minimal attempt to show some tenderness, just a hard, bitchy face and an annoyed tone of voice.
I thought "this is going to be shitty with a likeliness of 999/1000", and I was being optimistic. I told her "are you sure you really want to do this? because honestly I'm not getting a good vibe". She reacted with a slightly outraged tone, saying "what? I just told you not to touch me if you have cold hands..." and she completely missed why I was not feeling at ease.
At this point I felt a wave of disgust for the whole situation, and told her "you know what? let's forget it, give me my money back and I'll leave". She immediately told me "I cannot do that", causing a surge of anger in me that I kept barely hidden. I told her "I haven't even touched you with a finger, what are you talking about? if you want at most I can leave you with 20£ for the time you lost (5 minutes overall)". She answered "can I keep 40£?" and I told her "whatever". She left, and came back with a roll of notes that I stuffed in my pocket while hastily getting dressed and leaving. To her credit, I must say that when I was outside and checked what I had in my pocket I found 60£, so I either had 20£ in there already (unlikely) or she kept less than what she had asked. Or she can't count.
I rarely felt so relieved of having left a escort flat. I'm used to Romanians being a bit cold at the beginning and me having to let them laugh between rounds to get them to open up a little, but tonight I was really not up to being treated like an annoying alien presence by someone who choose a career she's incompetent for and should go clean toilets instead. I'm so glad I walked, I hope she chokes on those 20£.
The whole experience, reminded me that I had with that enormous piece of shit that is
Antonia A. This skank has a similar body minus the awful fake breasts (and is generally hotter), but the attitude is absolutely the same (as was the tone that Antonia A gave me when she told me she "couldn't" give me back the money to downgrade the punt to a 30 minutes one when I saw what kind of idiot she was).
In other words, if you loved the dead fish that is Antonia A, you'll go crazy for the zombie that is "Very Naughty Girl".
