First Class Whore - Havant

[Deed]

Location -  Havant, random council estate
Booking -  1 hour incall
Comms -   good, texts / calls and AW messages.
Booking made officially on AW - NO


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One of the first punts I've had in years and it was absolutely terrible. All the red flags were there in hindsight but my horniness got the better of me.

Saw the profile up on AW and was intrigued by the photos and services offered, I like slutty council estate chicks for some reason and messaged her. I asked why she had her feedback hidden, but she told me she had positive feedback on another site, but under a different area. I found the site with x2 positive feedbacks and thought 'fuck it' ... and I made the booking with her. She said she was available all hours and so I had a later in the evening booking, around 10pm. After I'd had a couple of drinks for the nerves.

Arrived by cab in the pouring rain, found her flat with old plastic kids toys rotting outside. Went in and was quite pleased with how hot she was. Went into the bedroom and she said "this isn't even my place, this is more of a party house, everyone coming and going knowwhatImean?".
I asked if it's just us two alone and she yeah, but five minutes later she was leaving the room to talk to a fella in the lounge. This would become a running theme throughout the booking.

I paid her the 150 quid, and took my shoes off and started to get settled. She was clearly a bit high on coke, and gurning etc, I used to do a bit of coke and party years ago so I can tell for sure. She was quite distracted and scatty and I started to think this is going to be a bit of a grind getting the booking out of . She kept telling me to sit on the bed, get comfy, and that she wants to smoke a rollie first. But after looking through drawers and dressers for her rolling stuff for what seemed like forever... She left the room to ask the bloke again in the lounge. Turns out the fella was her boyfriend, who she said is fine with her escorting and they do swingers stuff etc. Although I doubt it, they seemed too messy and disorganised to be able to arrange that. She's probably just meant she fucks all her boyfriend's mates.

We're sat on the bed and she seems ok with me rubbing her leg etc, but if I try to move in for a kiss she says "woah woah you're keen aren't you"... however I've already been there 20 minutes. She says we should watch some porn, and she puts some shitty generic American porn on the big TV in her room. and just wants to 'chat for a bit' ... A few times I think of reaching for my clothes, which I'd strategically stacked up in the corner. She also tells me her boyfriend is about to leave the flat to go meet his mate to get some more gear (cocaine) and asked if I wanted some. To which I politely declined.

After a bit more chatting she said to get naked and lay on the bed, I was already halfway there with trousers off, but didn't want to commit and feel vulnerable.  and she seemed like the booking was finally beginning. Until she said "oh we need condoms... now where are they??!". This was the start of another 5-10 minute faff about, while she looked through every drawer and dresser again, and then said "oh he'll probably know where they are" gesturing to the lounge where her boyfriend was. After realising he'd left to meet the coke guy, she came back in and said said "might just have to be a blow job then" all casual...I asked if I can finger her/ go down on her etc, and she said "for £150 ?? maybe next time love when I've got to know you a bit more"

She messed about with the belt of her gown for another minute of two while swearing at it and eventually laid on me to give me a blow job... the blow job was pretty good, straight down the throat with eye contact and spitting. I was a bit more relaxed at this point, knowing I wasn't about to get jumped by her boyfriend and his mates, and that it's just going to be a shitty booking.

I let her finish, or rather I finished in her mouth and then just couldn't wait to get home. Clothes on quick and left the flat in a torrential downpour and waited for a cab in the pissy stairwell of the next block in the estate. Taxi was £15 there and £15 back so £180 total on the booking.

I had convinced she might be a slutty little sub, going on the services offered on her likes list and the pics... but turns out she was the complete opposite. She didn't even want to kiss properly either really, so it was a 1 hour slog ending with a half decent blow job. But the boyfriend in the lounge and not having a condom obviously ruined the booking, making it a borderline scam. If it means anything to anyone reading, I'm a nice presentable person, in shape, got all my teeth and normal looking face. So it's not like a monster turned up on her doorstep. She just doesn't really want to be escorting properly.

Avoid this one chaps.

[scutty brown]

looking at it another way, the fee you gave her paid for the boyfriend's coke

[toddroman456]

Sorry to hear about this, it is actually awful what happened,  the type of punt  we all don't want.

It's good you have given us all the heads up I can see the attraction in her and could / would of been duped my self.

Hope you enjoy your next punt with a strong recommendation from reviews on here.

[bigden40]

Sorry to hear, sounds like a wretched experience. 

I asked if it's just us two alone and she yeah, but five minutes later she was leaving the room to talk to a fella in the lounge. This would become a running theme throughout the booking.

Tbh after a couple of concerning signs I would have taken this as the opportunity to leave, prior to paying.

[Bdk78]

I've looked at this profile several times but my Spidey senses have tingled each time... £380 for an hour's outcall???? 
I like that look too but I would have been so pissed with that experience. To tell you that you're keen. Wtf. 'Yeah, funny enough I've just handed over 150 quid and the clock is ticking', of course we are bloody keen   

[Shadow]

And this is why people need to do basic research and read honest reviews.  Anyone reading can gratefully save their cash rather or at least flush it down the toilet without having to waste further funds and time on travel.  A complete bloody chancer who assumes you'll just throw money at het because there's nothing more you can do.  Sadly enough will continue to do so. 

Thanks for the Review. 

[dubhcarr]

Thanks for the warning OP. Only trouble ever came out of Leigh Park. Better luck next time. 

[timsussex]

yes we should all do our research but  remember that we all takes risks in this hobby
Some of us take small risks others (esp the married men) take huge risks but we all take some and for most of us that adds something to the thrill.
The OP admits that dodgy council estates appeal to him and while the words "Leigh Park" are a red line for me I suppose thats one of the reasons why the good punts for the OP seem even better because of the obvious risks that many will be shit

[Vice Admiral]

Disruption to the flow of a session owing to issues arising from drug dependency seems to be an occupational hazard of visiting hookers in the Havant and Waterlooville area.

Four or five years ago I was regularly seeing two girls to whom this applied – an English girl who lived in a block of flats in Leigh Park near Havant & Waterlooville FC, and a Polish girl in Wecock*.  Others may remember the girls in question, since both were on the game for quite a long time.

Both girls were friendly and obliging, but the urgency of their need for drugs had a habit of disrupting the proceedings.

The problem with seeing girls who are users of hard drugs is that – while sometimes the drugs can wait until you've left – on other occasions the need for drugs is so great that the punter's cash needs to be converted into cocaine (or whatever) before the girl feels ready for action. 

To be fair, the Leigh Park girl didn't usually disappear in the middle of a meet, but it did happen now and then.  On one occasion she suddenly announced that had to leave the room, saying she'd be back in a few minutes – but then in fact left the flat.  I waited and waited.  I can't now remember for how long, but it was a good while.  Perhaps twenty or thirty minutes.  Finally I gave up, wandered into the sitting-room next door, and asked the girl's mother (whom I knew was sometimes on the premises, although we hadn't been formally introduced) to tell the girl when she got back that I'd waited a long time but could wait no longer.

Meanwhile, in the case of the Polish girl – who was in any case as mad as a box of frogs – the disruptions and absences during my visits became more and more regular.  On one occasion it was by a visit from "a carpet-fitter".  To be fair, she'd warned me he would be turning up, but his arrival necessitated her absence from the bedroom for something like quarter of an hour.  And there were not only disruptions with this girl.  There were also at least two occasions when I arrived in her street at the appointed time and she was suddenly entirely unavailable for reasons that were, frankly, highly improbable.  I liked her, but in the end I had to call time on our association.  In the escorting game, reliability is of the essence – while the encounter itself needs to be able to flow, does it not?  Coitus interruptus can be a bit of a downer.

(*An appropriate location for SPH, methinks!)