Decided to TOFTT today as a couple of favourites were busy and I didn't have time to wait.
Went to 11 Brewer St, where I had a mediocre punt once before, just to see if anyone better was around; upstairs was the same "Italian" girl I'd had a couple of months back, who'd been sexy enough but gave a dull, mechanical fuck, so I tried downstairs, and saw Christina, apparently from Malta.
I knocked and the maid said she'd just be a minute; after 5 I said I couldn't wait any more, but she persuaded me and evetually after nearly 15 mins (while the previous punter was sorting himself out - God knows what he was doing) we were in the room. Business was transacted outside with the maid present, which I didn't especially like; however I liked the look of the girl - reasonably tall, lovely tan, big tits, nice face - so felt happy handing over £30 plus tip for sex only.
However this was possibly the worst punt I've ever had in soho! It was so bad it was laughable, in fact.
She asked me brusquely to lie on the bed, roughly manhandled a condom onto me and started wanking me off as if she was grating cheese and really bored. She responded to conversation, but it would have been more fun chatting to a bored dental receptionist.
After about 2 minutes she lay on her back and indicated that it was time to fuck her. She lubed up and helped my cock in - strategically leaving her hand there so I didn't get too far in. I complemented her on her body, and specifically her breasts (though they remained firmly within the bra!), to try to get a smile on her face, but without success; an attempt to touch her breasts was roughly rebuffed as "not allowed". While I fucked her in missionary she turned her head away so far that had she been an owl she would have buried her face in the pillow. I wanted to try to make it last just to piss her off, but I soon realised that I just wasn't enjoying myself and the sooner my balls were emptied and I could get out, the better.
Did my business, was offered a bit of kitchen roll to clean up - no sink! - and she left the room. Got dressed and left, she called out "bye darling, thank you so much" as I let myself out, and I could feel the sincerity dripping off the words as they left her mouth.
In short, Brewer St is fucking awful in my experience!