Lucy Czech - Chester
External Link/Members OnlyIncall
1hr
£140
TLDR: A justly-acclaimed little cracker. How it should be done.
BackgroundThe third instalment in my Chester four-doors-of-hoes tour (see bottom for the others reviewed to date)
According to no less a personage than the Duke of Westminster, whose estate owns the freehold to much of the city,
'Chester's face is her fortune'. At least in the town centre, the local planning department have made a better fist than most of retaining the features that draw the day-trippers in. Amongst the Georgian and Victorian arcades, which sit atop the foundations of the Roman camp, we find a surviving smattering of Elizabethan and late medieval buildings, against which more recent additions and 'improvements', whilst a little visually jarring, are not altogether unsympathetically styled. It makes for a generally picturesque, easy-on-the-eyes experience, but comes at a high cost and risks becoming hostage to changes of habit & taste.
I found myself ruminating on this, post-rub-down, after my own little tourist venture to see, amongst others, Lucy; who, if the reviews here are anything to go by, has a storied reputation and a steady troupe of her own regularly recurring appreciators, alongside those who, like me, are drawn out of their way to this small city, to see what it's all about. And the reason for my meandering introduction, fellow punteur, is that like the town which hosts her, Lucy's appearance is, if not entirely singular, at least sufficiently remarkable to make note of.
The lady The fact is, she looks unsettlingly peculiar - at some point, and my guess is it began some years ago, she decided that she needed to move with the times and accommodate what she perceived to be changing tastes, and went whole-hog for... it can't accurately be called rejuvenation, restoration, repair or refit; rather, it's an altogether Uncanny-Valley 'otherness'. Far from being an active inducement, I'd normally side-step anyone who's taken the step of so radically and obviously altering their appearance, especially at such a young age (her AW profile gives hers as 37). Not only do trout lips and all the other accompanying fillers not do anything for me (and I struggle to understand how they could for anyone), they're usually a decently reliable warning of other undesirable traits like low self-esteem and a deficiently functioning sense of proportion and how these people see themselves and the world: crazy often is as crazy does.
There's ample evidence that this drive for self-reinvention and improvement has been cultivated into and across her whole life. Her physique is of the kind that can only be arrived at by some combination of fastidious 'clean'-eating, calorie restriction, and a very active, probably gym-centred lifestyle. Now, I appreciate a skinny-but-strong bird: my long-term SB is a pro-standard athlete- giving four or five days per week of intensive & demanding training, including squatting >180kgs, and, during the athletics season, two or three days training at the track on top of that. But even in the run up to a major competition, at which she excels, it's only in last month or so that she approaches what appears to be Lucy's habitual lean-muscle mass. By my estimation, Lucy is treading the line of a deficit-eating disorder, and when taken in context of her cosmetic interventions, the zealously neat & tidy state of her home (see below) and this, her line of paying work, the suggestion that there's a blue-note somewhere in her psychological mix, can't be far off the mark. So it was with some pleasant surprise that I found the correspondence between us to arrange this, my first booking with her, to be simple, clear, bother-free and flexibly accommodative to me.
LocationOlder reviews give her location as being close to Chester railway station, and having been given her postcode by text and then quickly glanced at google maps, I saw that it was indeed close by a Station, and determined that a leisurely 10 minute walk would suffice to get me there from my spot at a café in the city centre. I accordingly rewarded myself with another cortado, and sat loafing about in the morning sun, looking forward to the events about to unfold, and set out a bare 20 minutes before my appointment.
It wasn't until I was ten minutes into my stride, that I noticed something was awry; the suggested walking-route was taking me away from the main station and out-of-town... towards Bache, the next station down the line. Though this is scarcely more than a mile as Class 319 rolling stock trundles from Chester, it's a good deal further on foot, and so what had begun as a relaxed amble, became an urgent yomp- the prospect of being late and having to cut short my hour's treatment whilst paying full-fare, was not my preferred ticket. Belatedly, I realised she must've relocated and that if I was to make my scheduled arrival, I'd have to hail a cab.
We rarely see taxi drivers cast as heroes, but Chester's finest rose to the occasion and put pedal to the metal to ensure your reporter headed towards his happy ending. Presuming that most cabbies are all too familiar with our heroines' addresses, and not wanting to be spotted as part of a pattern of regular drop-offs of gentlemen who don't seem to possess the house number of their destination until they have arrived, I chose alight a discrete distance from Lucy's base of operations, and thus it was that I had a few further minutes of approach through a leafy, well-to-do and cosily secluded arc of suburbia. Heads of households were outside, buffing up the polish on their executive class cars; lawns were being trimmed, friendly neighbours were chatting over freshly clipped hedges and I could've sworn I heard housewives swapping optimum oven techniques for soufflé. This was all very unlike the more common punterly experience of looking over one's shoulder for muggers on a dowdy council estate, or striding purposefully past the eye of the receptionist and towards the lifts. Lucy later confided to me that she had only resituated here some months ago, but as a precautionary measure of domestic privacy, had chosen not to update her AW location from downtown Chester. Despite this discretion, what struck me is that given her exotic appearance, even if she has only, say, three appointments a day (and given her popularity, it's surely more), her neighbours must be long past the point of suspicion and by now know how she earns her living. I'm surprised this hasn't been a problem for her yet. Perhaps they do quietly tut-tut to themselves- though, if nothing else, she's clearly a neat and responsible neighbour. Her house and garden are well cared-for on the exterior, and whilst not to my taste (having too much of a Dictators' Home vibe about it), the interior is not far off a show-home standard. Gentlemen, you should take your shoes off in the hallway, as I did, and feel good about it.
Warmly greeting me from her perch on the upper landing, Lucy bade me join her up in the boudoir, which is decorated much as you might expect, in a tastefully tasteless (or is it tastelessly tasteful?) fashion. Whichever is the more apt, it's several steps above 98% of venues our hobby has us visit, and is a pleasure to undress and stretch out in. The bed is tidily made; a coat stand, hangers, towels & covers are provided: the ambiance is a newly well-heeled yoga-girl come back to roost from a lost half-decade of tropical travels. You'll be offered a drink, and it's all-round evident that your host is taking the greatest possible interest and care to make your stay comfortable, intimate, pleasant and one to which you will regularly want to return.
EventsIn person, she is welcoming, effervescent, vivacious and charming, and though I don't doubt that there's an element of knowing what's good for business about this, I had a sense that it's the kind of deeper-seated and active conviction on her part to provide an all round pleasant experience for everyone involved. Others have devoted a good amount of time and effort describing the details of Lucy's service. I've read many of them, and can affirm that they broadly corroborate with my own recent experience. I'll keep mine brief: this is an erotic massage service, which can be deservedly expounded upon at length, but which may also be distilled to a deeply sensual, highly charged and breathy hour of energetic squeezing, slowly building to a bare glide & rubbing routine and which culminates in a tantalisingly close-to, but never quite full mouth contact, and thence to our ecstatic release.
SummaryI thought this was great little rub & tug, especially by comparison to so many peer offerings - where, for scarcely less dough, we'll often find ourselves settling for a Chinese Dowager or matronly domestic plyer of tantra massage, who'll barely conceal a distaste for their trade in some dull and damp basement. Lucy's genius is to approach the whole thing as a positive lifestyle venture of pleasure-giving, and to make us temporarily forget that pulling this off requires a certain amount of scripted-reality - and this she accomplishes very successfully. Her effort is abundant throughout; and her enthusiasm, which must be demanding to convincingly maintain, doesn't stray into obviously confected fakery; she flexes but doesn't strain. In my several hundred punts, and 30 plus reviews here, I've encountered perhaps three or so dames who organise themselves and their business in such an exemplary way that they could, indeed they
ought to serve as exemplars to all others for how this should and can be done. Khloe in Colindale was one. Amica Bentley/KDB is another; the third is lost to the hobby altogether, but I'm entirely comfortable that Lucy Czech be promoted to the how-to-do-it Hall of Fame.
ConclusionWere it not for the deep pool of positive reviews here, it's doubtful I'd have made the journey to visit Lucy. I'd normally screen out someone who presents herself in the way she does. Veneers, fillers, rhinoplasty, heavy tans, silicone, freezing agents and peroxide all amount to red-flags for things I don't like and usually outright avoid. Notwithstanding she has all of those things and more in over-abundance; it's a testament to her good character and aptitude for her job that she's earned herself a thus-far unblemished reputation on this platform. Thanks are also due from me to those previous reviewers to whom I owe the debt of immensely enjoying myself on this occasion. Long may it continue: I'll be visiting her again.
For any who are interested, my other assignations in this self-indulgent tour of Chester-Dames were:
Kendall_Kiss_28
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=413615.0 - positive but compromised by overselling
Pretty-Busty-Blonde
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=412616.0 - positive, enjoyable experience with a good-looking dame
