£150 for 30 min incall
Canary Wharf - the usual awful hotel
I had a bit of time to kill before a business meeting so thought I’d indulge myself.
Pre meet comms were good and efficient. Things started going wonky when she messaged me 5 mins before the off to say she was running late as she needed to extend her room booking.
Eventually texts the room number 25 mins after our scheduled start time.
First impressions were good, fit Manc bird, tidy body, nice underwear, full face of make up. The photos on the profile are fair.
There’s a knock at the door and she answers it - it’s a male who hands her a phone, says something (so I could hear the voice) and then fucks off. I guess it was her way of letting me know she had security or a chaperone, but it’s well out of bounds imo. She explains that there’s a few of them in the hotel together in different rooms.
Had a quick shower and then lay on the bed. She started giving me head, pretty good although not as spectacular as promised on her profile. After 3 mins (there was clock on the telly) she asks whether I want the rubber. I say no but she keeps asking, trying to hurry things along. Third time of asking I say ok and she grabs one. She then tries to put me inside her but complains that my piece is too thick and it’s hurting her. She grumbles that I should have warned her. I told her that other girls don’t have a problem and she’s the first to complain.
She offers to give me more head. Fine. After another 3 mins she complains she’s getting lockjaw and she’s had my cock in her mouth 20 minutes. At this point, she’s winding me right up, so I point out I’ve been in the room less than 10 mins. She gets the point and resumes the nosh.
She’s sucking away and for a second I almost forget what a sullen Manc brass she is. She then stops to tell me not to come in her mouth as it’s extra. Facial? Extra. Obviously no word of this on her profile. She then gives me a half hearted handjob. I ask her to suck me a bit more which she does reluctantly. I then got her to lie down so I can come on her tits. She goes to say that’ll be extra, but agrees to do it when I point out I’ve not had much action for my £150.
I somehow manage to make myself come over her stomach. I then get dressed and get out of there as fast as I can. She knows I’m less than impressed, I know she knows and that’s that.
It’s a shame, because she’s fit and if her attitude was better she’d be a top class brass. As it is, I got the impression her and her mates tour London to give below average service for well above average prices.
Avoid avoid avoid.
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