I saw a girl at Sandys and as I was her last booking I offered to take her home and buy dinner (since it was on my way and I was on expenses). We decided on Chiquitos and had an acceptable meal. At the end of the meal she went off to the ladies just as the waitress came over and asked "Will there be anything else sir?". I said "I'm OK but perhaps we should wait until my... " and I motioned towards the empty seat with my hand... "errr until my... errr my...". At that point the only word that my brain would offer my mouth was "prostitute". My tongue was tied in knots and my brain was crying "prostitute! prostitute! prostitute!" while my mouth did a silent impression of a goldfish. I felt myself go the colour of beetroot. "errr until my... errr my...errrr...until my...". Finally the waitress put me out of my misery by raising one eyebrow and suggesting "Your friend
sir?". "Yes!!! Yes!!! that's right!!! my friend, she's my friend!" I gushed. The girl returned, I paid the bill and we left.
Same girl about 2 years later visited me for an outcall at my hotel but when she left she forgot her little designer bag of vibrators, condoms and lube. Again, I would be passing her place as I left for work in the morning so I offered to drop them off. The next morning I pull up about 7:30am there is no answer at the door as 7:30am does not exist for WGs so I try to shove the bag through the letterbox but it gets jammed (she always did have a tight slot
). As I push more, I accidentally turn on the vibrators and cannot turn them off. By now they are totally jammed in there so I send her a text and hope they she gets to them before her postman arrives and finds her letterbox jammed with a vibrating bag.