I remember an occasion about 25 years ago.
I was a regular at a premises and got quite friendly with the old dear who managed the place.
I arrived for a booking of 30 minutes and on arrival she told me there was a young girl in her early twenties and it was her first day.
I went into the room and was followed in by a young lady who was probably young enough to be my granddaughter.
She was gorgeous but appeared very nervous.
She sat next to me but made no attempt to engage sexually, rather she seemed to just want to talk and confided that she was a single mum and had split with her partner.
She said she needed the money and decided to try as a SW in this brothel.
She'd tried escort work with an agency but had a bad experience in a hotel with her first client, so thought she'd be safer working with the madam on the premises.
Time went by with no sign of sexual engagement as I listened to her story, and she started to cry.
Any thoughts of carrying on with the punt had gone.
30 minutes had well passed so I was waiting for the knock on the door.
I also felt quite ill at ease with the age difference as I prefer more mature ladies.
She calmed down and I said I'd be happy to pay for her time and we'd leave the room and give her a chance to think whether she wanted to continue with her bookings that day.
However she recovered her composure and started to insist that she wanted to go ahead with the session.
There was still no knock on the door so I guessed the old dear may have assumed what was happening.
She'd known me for a while so I concluded she'd allowed extra time.
What followed was one of the best punts I'd had.
Whether the young lady wanted to thank me for being so kind, or wanted to prove to herself that she could feel ok with sex work I don't know, but we both managed to finish the session exhausted about an hour later.
I emerged from the room rather sheepishly expecting to be bollocked by the old girl, but she just gave me a knowing look and asked if I'd enjoyed the session.
I shelled out the remains of my wallet which would cover the extra time and departed feeling complimented that the old dear had trusted me to proceed with the punt as I saw fit.
I don't know what happened to the young lady.
She wasn't there the next week.
Maybe I'd frightened her off punting forever, or maybe she went on to be a legendary WG.
Perhaps she's even a member on here and still fondly remembers her first paid for sex sessions with Thephoenix.
