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External Link/Members Only Location: 2 minutes from Notting Hill Gate Tube station, just off the main street. Not busy but there is some footfall.
Duration: 30 minutes for £100
Quick to communicate with and booked for a 30 minute slot one afternoon, which was confirmed. I arrived and waited outside the door like a numpty only to find she wouldn't answer her phone. About 10 minutes later I received a rushed, apologetic call saying she had made a scheduling mistake and
accidentally accepted another punter and wouldn't be done for another 20 minutes. Against my better judgment, I waited. When I came back to the building I saw a sweaty man leave. I'm pretty that sure was the previous punter. I then immediately received a text saying she was ready.
I went in and she greeted me at the door, I expressed disapproval of the delay and she agreed to give me a 20 pound discount so I handed over 80. I knew for a fact she hadn't washed since the previous booking and swiftly resolved to make this session oral only with limited physical contact apart from the obvious.
Miss Lan is...strange. Her mannerisms are strange. She is the person in the photo having a bad day. By that I mean that she is definitely the same person as in the photo, but a bit tired. She wears the strange contacts that Chinese women seem to like to magnify their eyes. This appearance, coupled with her manner, made me feel like I was talking to someone high. I think that's the best way to describe it, even though I don't think she actually was.
I was irate from the delay so arguably was never going to view the session positively. We began OW and she was doing a decent enough job. After a short while she complained her jaw hurt. I had no sympathy. Her technique was like her personality, lolling, lackadaisical. A bit later she complained again and the BJ started to morph into an HJ. Irritated by her manner I said that she had facials on her list, so let's do that. She professed uncertainty, wasn't sure, she doesn't really do it...we settled that she would need the full 100 pounds payments to do this. My remaining 20 was handed over. I wouldn't be convinced that I could get a facial out of her again if I returned.
I ordered her on the bed and knelt above her, popped it in her mouth to shut her up, and then and gave her a coating. Sounds fine on paper, but it wasn't sexy; in fact she was irritating and it felt like payback. Aside from that, it was one of the least satisfactory facials I can remember.
Got dressed and left, I wont return because she churns customers and could be too jaded.
