Zoe 1 Greens Court Soho walk up LF
Christmas was over, the ungrateful family sated for another year I felt a mix of relief, and of course anxiety over the inevitable winter depression that seems to descend on the nation after new years eve is over. And obviously I felt like a sleazy punt.
In the West End it was the same situation as Christmas eve – crowds combined with a mindless intensity of shopping that was two steps away from straight up looting. Nothing in the sales mattered to me anyway - let’s face it, it was always going to be the excuse I needed to justify to myself getting off the sofa, trudging to central London and availing myself of the services of a prostitute or two.
I tried the purple site, and there were the usual suspects – poorly reviewed and overpriced. Over a coffee in the winter sun, I serendipitously received a random text message from a girl I contacted on Christmas eve. Was this some kind of divine intervention? or should I read this as the usual red flag of a girl texting out of the blue days later?
External Link/Members OnlySee the attached image for proof of the latter. While having some ok reviews, she wanted £170 for 30 minutes or £210 with OWO and kissing. No need to repeat the series of four-letter words and more elaborate expletives I exploded into outside of Café Nero on Old Compton Street. Lets just say the assembled crowd of aging designer gays, tourists and pseudo-intellectual Soho book readers started to eye me suspiciously over their over-priced pumpkin spiced oat milk flat whites, some going as far as to slowly shuffle away nervously. Not wanting to meet the men in white coats it was time to rapidly fuck off. Again I faced a bleak choice – walk up or wank myself off later at home. We all know where this is going. Straight to Greens Court.
1 Greens Court:
1 Greens court – upper floor chubby Romanian not my bag. Banged on the lower floor door, it opens. Hold on, this looks good! Gap in her front teeth, silky dressing gown, short brunette hair, brown eyes, sultry demeanour. If she had a cigarette in hand, held nonchalantly aloft, she could have passed for a character in a shitty French movie who delivers over complicated yet empty dialogue before sleeping with the protagonist. This is Zoe who we shall return to later. I wasn’t ready to settle yet and wanted to have a look around.
2 Greens Court – only one flat working – Venezuelan Anna in a shiny gold top and matching gold thong swung open the door. Fucking fit as, and I always have a great fuck with her, but would have to wait as a punter had just gone in. However not for long, she started kicking off, and then proceeds with the maid to kick out the guy smoking crack in the bedroom (no joke I saw him drawing from the pipe!). The maid bid him farewell with the classic line “You’ve fucked yourself haven’t you now mate, why do you do it to yourself?”.
Went in, £40+£2 for sex and oral and nailed my first victim. No need for a proper review here, she is well covered by myself and others.
Time for a well-earned break. A cheeky lunch, a walk around to sneer at the consumerist orgy in full swing and a few beverages. Then something rare began to happen. I was horny again. Truly shocked, I decided to dive back into the fray.
8 Greek Street – New Brazillian called “Bruna” – seemed friendly but did not do it for me.
28 Peter street – closed.
34 Romily Street – closed.
Fuck. Lisle Street? Go home? Oh shit wait, Zoe!
Trudged back to 1 Greens court, climbed the stairs and it was madness, gangs of youths on the stairs, and a big guy outside the door waiting for Zoe. Fuck. I decided to hang around, hood up, praying I would not run into I know. Luckily the big guy took a look at Zoe, asked here where she was from, on hearing Romania, he turns, scowls at me “huh, ROMANIAN!” Your loss mate!
She still looked fit, sultry, messy short Brunette bob, brown eyes and dressing gown.
Zoe was unfazed by this, and welcomed me in warmly. Plunged for £50+£2 sex and oral (weirdly a tenner more than the other Greens Court!).
I undressed, she came back in, still friendly. She has some ache on close inspection, covered by thick make up, but she is fit. Stripped off, decent body and she rolls on the johnny and delivered an excellent and enthusiastic blow job. Watching her head bob up and down was poetry in motion. Time to fuck, I went for missionary and climbed on top and had a very good shag with her tweaking my nipple.
However, I knew I wouldn’t climax like this, so I asked her for hand relief to finish. No problem at all, put some lube on my cock for a very good 5 knuckle shuffle, it turned me on watching her wank me off, and I soon came like a train. Funny how I cum much more intensely with a handjob from a girl than if I wank alone. Same act, very different context I suppose.
No rush, supplied me with some kitchen towel (classy) to wipe up the sperm and had a chat.
I asked about her schedule. She works at 28 Peter Street and 2 Greens Court - Mon/Tues Fri/Sat - I can't remember which days at which venues.
Dressed and back out into a chaotic staircase full of unsavoury types and back into the Boxing day sales. A bit more rambling around and I was done for the day, satisfied with not buying any useless shit, and getting two shags for the princely sum of £94!
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