Spotting fellow punters - a sixth sense?

[SirFrank]

Once you've crossed over to the dark side you suddenly see things that you hadn't really noticed before like fellow punters leaving a punt. Last night I went out with mates for food in Cardiff and as I was getting back in my car I walked passed a flat with the door open and there was a bloke coming out and a scantily clad bird behind him in a tiny red dressing gown.

I spied them both straight away and I'm not sure I can properly describe how I knew but he'd clearly just emptied his wallet and his ballbag in her gaff. He had a kind of content nervous disheveled look on his face and they clearly weren't a couple or having an affair. I don't know how I knew with such certainty but he was clearly a punter. No idea who the girl was but she looked worth a poke. It did make me laugh when I got in the car simply because I knew.

Anyone else seen a fellow punter and if so what was the give away? I don't mean some bloke coming out of the flat at the same time as you were going in.

[Goofy85]

I was on the tube, on the Hammersmith & City line sitting next to an elderly gentleman, who had the Adultwork app on his phone.

He kept switching between the girl's AW profile and what looked like her personal website. I couldn't make out who the girl was, but she looked like a fit brunette. He got off at Royal Oak station.

[threechilliman]

Although only 11% admit paying for sex, I suspect that's closer to the figure that haven't paid for it, so pretty much 9 out of 10 guys I meet.

I do play the game 'does he' or 'doesn't he' though. I reckon I know one guy I work with definitely punts, just have no real evidence, other than something he said once, which was punting terminology. He's also a pervert like me.

I've met up with a couple of fellow punters on here for a drink, not sure that counts though.

tcm

[cockneybstrd]

Yeah. Had been to the football in East London and was walking between Plaistow and Stratford when my mate wanted some fags from the shop.

 I stood outside and observed a geezer across the road trying to work out what the house number were. As he was walking up the path another man appeared from the house and they tried to ignore each other as he knocks on the door.

I noticed a couple of empty kamagra jels in the gutter as well

[LanceVance]

I once came out of a swanky apartment block the WG I had just seen was in and noticed a guy standing outside, he was holding his phone and looked just as confused about how to get in as I was an hour before... 

[cylon]

I've had it where I've been sussed as a punter. I was using an agency and they were doing in calls from a hotel. I'd finished and was walking through the corridors to get out of the hotel. Just as I turned the corner, walking towards me was a right tidy piece. As I looked at her I recognised her as one of the girls from the agency, she had face pictures. She must of been going to the room for the next booking. Not one to gawp I went to turn my eyes away but just before I could she smiled at me and gave me a knowing look. I was a bit caught out to be honest and embarrassed.  I must of had a guilty look about me or indeed she did have a sixth sense.

[CBPaul]

Seen quite a few in hotels, always have an eye on the hotels attached to motorway services. Punters who wander around trying to look inconspicuous whilst awaiting the text with a room number or for reception to clear are a good spot and always crack me up.

An eye opener for me was working in a building which was only partly finished when I was 17. One builder happily confirmed that one of the houses opposite was a knocking shop, well, had a well worn prossie in her 40's. Punter spotting became a daily game, perhaps that's why I have a bloody good look around before approaching the venue.

[UberX]

In my experience a few years ago I booked Kylie flirt for 1hr incall in her West Kensington flat. when I was doing sex I have heard another girl was moaning very loudly in another room.  Then I asked her and she checked what is really happening in the room. Then when she comes back told me that it was actually a couple who booked her friend Busty Loren and the moaning was coming from the Lady who was the girlfriend of that gentleman.   

[Silver Birch]

Sitting in the hotel bar I spotted a colleague (from the conference but a different company) entering the hotel. Instead of acknowledging any of his workmates in the bar he marched to the lift ensuring he made eye contact with no-one, but looking somewhat shifty. He was followed by a young woman a couple of paces behind who hopped into the lift. Half an hour later she re-appeared from the lift alone and looked slightly nervous as she tried to find which door was the exit.

Since then, I often play the "spot the punter/pro$$ie" when I can sit in the bar with a view of the hotel entrance or lift 

[raylondoner]

I had a similar but opposite situation. Was on my way to visit a non-bookable girl once (first come first cum basis) and I noticed a guy on the other side of the road heading in the same direction. He noticed me and we both speeded up until we were both running - I won!

This is a true story and the girl was the lovely Charlie of Essex - flat above the pizza place -  I'm sure many of you Essex boys remember the lovely Charlie!   





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[Vivago]

He had a kind of content nervous disheveled look on his face and they clearly weren't a couple or having an affair. I don't know how I knew with such certainty but he was clearly a punter. No idea who the girl was but she looked worth a poke. It did make me laugh when I got in the car simply because I knew.

If you had been in a twatish mood you might have shouted over 'GOOD PUNT, MATE. DON'T FORGET TO WRITE IT UP ON UKP'.

Although not a fellow punter, I had just finished a highly satisfactory extended session with the lovely Adele in a West London hotel and was dragging my knackered carcass down to the hotel bar for a reviving drink. As I headed down the corridor, a door opened and out stumbled an obvious pro$$ie, in a rush and no doubt late for her next appointment.  She gave me a guilty, complicit smile and we travelled down in the lift together.  I was a able to get a good look at her and although not bad, she wasn't a patch on the girl I had recently shagged. Put me in a quite smug mood it did.

[myothernameis]

Seen quite a few in hotels

2012, flying from Glasgow, stayed overnight in airport hotel, heard a lot of guys knocking on the door across from me, didn't think at first its a punter, till I checked AW

There was an escort using the hotel, now wasn't sure if it was this hotel, all it said, in calls at Glasgow airport hotel, could easily have been any of the other 3

If it had been the room next to me, I could have listened in 

[myothernameis]

Once you've crossed over to the dark side you suddenly see things that you hadn't really noticed before like fellow punters leaving a punt.

if an escort is using a central location in town, and you know the address, and you see some guy entering the flat, you got to think, he there to see the escort

[Aspen]

An eye opener for me was working in a building which was only partly finished when I was 17. One builder happily confirmed that one of the houses opposite was a knocking shop, well, had a well worn prossie in her 40's.

That reminds me of a job I was doing many years ago repairing flood damage to a building. I was working on electrics. The builders were well aware of a knocking shop across the road and cheered loudly every time a guy came out. That was quite an eye opener for me too at the time, because I'd had no idea such places existed.

I've also seen it going on in hotels. The furtive glances which are so obvious, and women sidling up to guys in hotel bars hoping to make some easy money. I saw a lot of that in foreign parts when I used to do regular business trips.

[squeezebox]

Approached a popular brothel in Bournemouth with a discreet enough entrance, except for a car mechanics right opposite and the staff bobbing up and down like an over excited group of meerkats whenever the door opened letting punters out and prossies in.

One of the girls was entering about the same time as me, looked hot even in her civvies, I couldn't help turn around in the direction of the garage with a fist pump..  

[threechilliman]

I couldn't help turn around in the direction of the garage with a fist pump.

Yeah, that would have been my reaction as well

tcm

[carlisle78]

I was staying in that big hotel just south of Westminster Bridge (the one in the middle of a roundabout - can't remember it's name). The floors are like a huge circle and it. An take quite a while to find your room.

I was going back to my room after dinner and bumped into this absolute knock out EE girl in a really tight short dress. She asked me if I knew where room XXX was as she couldn't find it.

I wished for a moment that room XXX was mine.

[YoungBrum]

I was leaving a punt in a block of flats. The lift is in the middle of the lobby so when the lift doors open you can see through the front door and vice versa. The lift doors opened and I could see a man standing around outside with his phone in his hand. I'm certain he was a punter.

I like to avoid that situation so I always try to find their address on street view to see what kind of place it is and the quickest and most discrete way of finding the entrance

[SmackmaBitchUp]

Sir Frank...... I spotted you once coming out of a Brass House yanking your stick pants to one side!
(I love you really)

[LL]

I was on the tube, on the Hammersmith & City line sitting next to an elderly gentleman, who had the Adultwork app on his phone.

He kept switching between the girl's AW profile and what looked like her personal website. I couldn't make out who the girl was, but she looked like a fit brunette. He got off at Royal Oak station.

Hmm maybe he was going to see that really hot Thai girl I saw there.

[Type_O_Negative]

One day in Arsenal i spotted a man standing in front of that famous brothel. He had a mobile in his hand and probably was waiting for final text or call. It put a smile on my face - if i wouldn't join this game (punting) i would think he was just another londoner  I wasn't punting there on that day, football was the reason 

[azrael]

Funnily enough i remember when i first started punting in brum instead of using the lifts i decided to use the stairs on my way out i bumped i to another punter he was on the comms to the wg who i just left couple of mins earlier,dont think he relised i was a punter but a chheky smirk came across my face as iwalked out the door

[Markus]

Happened to me at a Bus station in NW London recently. Across it was a block of flats with a few windows with no curtains. Some guy pitches up, rings the buzzer but is unable to access the lobby and the WG comes to the window and calls him to advise him how to get in. She was clad in a pink dressing gown and had lovely lipstick on with her hair done up in a bun. Poor bastard was nervous as fuck and almost broke the door down trying to get in.

It was so obvious it was a punt and the WG even clocked me flashing a cheeky grin. I have been in that situation many times and it is the primary reason I hate punts in town centres with lots of foot traffic.

[LL]

Happened to me at a Bus station in NW London recently. Across it was a block of flats with a few windows with no curtains. Some guy pitches up, rings the buzzer but is unable to access the lobby and the WG comes to the window and calls him to advise him how to get in. She was clad in a pink dressing gown and had lovely lipstick on with her hair done up in a bun. Poor bastard was nervous as fuck and almost broke the door down trying to get in.

It was so obvious it was a punt and the WG even clocked me flashing a cheeky grin. I have been in that situation many times and it is the primary reason I hate punts in town centres with lots of foot traffic.

Stupid fucker should have walked when he saw the WG was planning to greet him at the door wearing a dressing gown. Call me old fashioned!

[myothernameis]

Happened to me at a Bus station in NW London recently. Across it was a block of flats with a few windows with no curtains. Some guy pitches up, rings the buzzer but is unable to access the lobby and the WG comes to the window and calls him to advise him how to get in. She was clad in a pink dressing gown and had lovely lipstick on with her hair done up in a bun. Poor bastard was nervous as fuck and almost broke the door down trying to get in.

It was so obvious it was a punt and the WG even clocked me flashing a cheeky grin. I have been in that situation many times and it is the primary reason I hate punts in town centres with lots of foot traffic.

Used to work on a building site in the early 80's, and one of the guys told me, if you go up to a certain floor, and keep your self out of site, you can watch one of the escorts across the road having sex with the punters, this was only possible as the floor we were on was above her flat, and she never used curtains, as she must have thought no one will see you

This went on for 3-5 months, till one day curtains were put up

[superchamp]

Let's be honest Sir Frank- the gentleman's attire slightly gave the game away. 

Think I might get one of these with all of my best (and worst) shags of 2014 on the back.

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[LL]

Used to work on a building site in the early 80's, and one of the guys told me, if you go up to a certain floor, and keep your self out of site, you can watch one of the escorts across the road having sex with the punters, this was only possible as the floor we were on was above her flat, and she never used curtains, as she must have thought no one will see you

This went on for 3-5 months, till one day curtains were put up

Bitch!
 

[LastManCumings]

Finished with my punt, I'm walking back to my tube station. A guy walking towards me, tapping away on his phone stops me and asks me for directions to a petrol station. This happened to be the same petrol station where I was told to get to, before I get the door number to the WG's apartment.

[Trenlover]

anytime you see a

- lone male
- mobile phone in hand
- trying to access a building that he doesnt have keys too
- not wearing "workmans" overall's

= punter.


On that note I think going to punts wearing a hard hat, high vis jacket, and paint stained cargo pants = perfect disguise.

[Zeusthedoc]

this one didnt particularly need a sixth sense....

I was staying in a hotel for work recently, had travelled with a couple of colleagues.

we were in the hotel restaurant - all open plan, we'd eaten and were just having a few drinks chatting about the following few days.

the lift door opens and a guy who looks like he'd just finished a day's work appeared, we all stopped and discreetly started watching...he meets this girl in the lobby with a peck on the cheek and they go upstairs - she's dressed in jeans and a tshirt and they're talking like they've known each other for years so we think - friends with benefits / having an affair maybe?

half hour or so later she leaves, alone, wearing a blue dress.  i'm thinking  she's done this the wrong way around.
10/15 mins later he arrives back down and comes to the bar to have a drink....we're curious now....so we invite him to join us to watch the game that is on in the background....we have a chat (poor sod is a liverpool fan).

long story short, he's out of town on business and fancied a punt....usual stuff about loves his wife but they don't have sex anymore etc....

[Trevor12]

anytime you see a

- lone male
- mobile phone in hand
- trying to access a building that he doesnt have keys too
- not wearing "workmans" overall's

= punter.


On that note I think going to punts wearing a hard hat, high vis jacket, and paint stained cargo pants = perfect disguise.

 
I like the idea of a disguise. Maybe next time I'll arrive with a stack of empty pizza boxes and a mortocycle helmet!

One of the popular apartment blocks in Birmingham where a large number of girls work from has a temperamental door too, which makes us stick out even more. Brummie punters reading this will probably know where I mean.

[mwalston]

Approached a popular brothel in Bournemouth with a discreet enough entrance, except for a car mechanics right opposite and the staff bobbing up and down like an over excited group of meerkats whenever the door opened letting punters out and prossies in.

One of the girls was entering about the same time as me, looked hot even in her civvies, I couldn't help turn around in the direction of the garage with a fist pump..

at least you didnt go in when they got raided, i was just coming off the main road facing the tiny motor workshop when i noticed 6 cop cars down the side alley and cops rushing into the property put me off visiting parlours for life!

[StevenS]

On that note I think going to punts wearing a hard hat, high vis jacket, and paint stained cargo pants = perfect disguise.

If you and some mates go to a MMMMFF party, you cold get one to dress as a policeman, one as a red Indian...

[Arley Hall]

I can think of one (maybe two) occasions when I've been staying in country house style hotels in Cumbria. Looking around the dining room, there's a pair that stand out because (a) the man is 30 years older than the woman, and (b) their conversation is very animated. An established couple would be sitting there in silence most of the time. (In this situation the guy probably doesn't want to think of himself as a 'punter' - but that's what he is, after all.)

However you don't really need a sixth sense to spot the above. I imagine everybody in the room was thinking the same thing.

[Sex Bob-omb]

I was clocked coming out of a house in London recently.  Looked like some major building work going on directly opposite the wg's house, skips, scaffolding etc. I reckon the builders had been seeing the magic door opening and closing on its own a few times a day for weeks.

As I left 2 of the builders looked me up and down.  I just smiled and walk proudly past with a spring in my step.

[Titi]

My gaffer at work made a joke about barebacking and rimming at a recent work night knees up. This made my punter alarm go bananas. I know he owns a flat in town and a nice house in the suburbs.

[maxQ]

This went on for 3-5 months, till one day curtains were put up

So was she any good ?

[threechilliman]

My gaffer at work made a joke about barebacking and rimming at a recent work night knees up. This made my punter alarm go bananas. I know he owns a flat in town and a nice house in the suburbs.

I recall a work colleague of mine spotting a girl in the street and saying to me 'I wouldn't mind an hour with her.....'

I have him down as a punter anyway, so it didn't really surprise me.

tcm

[maxQ]

I recall a work colleague of mine spotting a girl in the street and saying to me 'I wouldn't mind an hour with her.....'

I have him down as a punter anyway, so it didn't really surprise me.

tcm

he must have you down as a punter too

[threechilliman]

he must have you down as a punter too

Quite possibly.

tcm

[Rod trotter]

Easy to spot them on the quayside in newcastle on the hour standing outside luxury flats trying to work out how to get in.funny as fuck

[Wilson85]

I saw a trio of potential robbers once.
I drove past the block looking for parking and clocked them standing outside the main entrance as I went pass.  Eventually I found a parking space and called the maid to see if it's ok to go in. She took a while to answer.

On the way in there's no sign of these guys, so all good. Get outside the flat door and I'm let in. Once in, the doors to the rooms are wide open and a topless wg is lookng out the window, nice view of her arse. The other wg who let me in was tense, asking if I saw anyone outside. Turns out one of these cunts was making the booking on the phone. It wasn't till the wg looked through the spyglass that she saw the two other cunts lurking down the corridor . They wouldn't go away apparently.

Good thing was I got 20min extra playtime. Sadly the brothel have moved on, wonder if it happened again.

[cognito]

A couple of weeks back, I offered to stay at a friends flat on a weekend he was away as he was having a new dishwasher delivered and installed. When I returned to the flat after nipping out for an early lunch I found a good looking smartly dressed european girl in her late twenties standing outside the locked entrance to the lobby in the pouring rain holding onto a little airport style trolley bag. She was on her phone, but it was obvious that her call was not being answered. I assumed that she was a resident who had accidentally locked herself out and I let her in. She told me she was visiting a friend.

Instead of making her way to the friend's flat, she stood rather awkwardly in the lobby making a phone call. It was then I realised that she was on an outcall and didn't know the right address. I think she realised that I had sussed her out and vice versa. I was very tempted to invite her for a coffee and see whether I could poach a punt, but the thought of the delivery men turning up at the wrong moment put me off. I left her in the lobby but kept my ears open. She succeeded in making contact about 10 min later and went to one of the flats in the floor below me.

[Marmalade]

anytime you see a

- lone male
- mobile phone in hand
- trying to access a building that he doesnt have keys too
- not wearing "workmans" overall's

= punter.

Pretty well. Prossies don't seem to appreciate this. 

"Hi, I'm here, this is Fred, your 2 o'clock, what number buzzer"

"Oh sorry I'm just out the shower"

"It's raining and I'm getting wet."

(five minutes later) "I'll just be ten minutes"


If you're late, it's the punter's fault. If she's late ... it's the punter's fault????

[DG]

Can't say I've ever knowingly seen a fellow punter other than the odd occasion when I've left a booking late and the next guy was waiting outside early for his time. WGs however are much easier to spot, but that has been covered often. That said when waiting in the lobby of a hotel prior to a meet, where I knew a couple of girls were entertaining, I certainly noticed a couple of likely candidates playing with their phones before heading to the lifts; exactly like I must have looked.

[will-ow]

I've not seen a punter but a WG comes to mind. Once, when was working in Manchester a few months back. I was in the lobby of my hotel when i saw a girl i recognised from AW (had a browse as i knew'd be lurking in the area!!) She was wearing a tight dress playing on her phone. She spotted me staring and even though i gave a smile she looks nervous. So when her phone went off, she sprinted to the lift... to drop her bag. and we alllll know how many goodies would be in there. I was a gentle man and helped her with it all. Luckily she was very thankful and laughed. I just wish i had been that guy....

[Sonny Crockett]

Once you've crossed over to the dark side you suddenly see things that you hadn't really noticed before like fellow punters leaving a punt. Last night I went out with mates for food in Cardiff and as I was getting back in my car I walked passed a flat with the door open and there was a bloke coming out and a scantily clad bird behind him in a tiny red dressing gown.

I spied them both straight away and I'm not sure I can properly describe how I knew but he'd clearly just emptied his wallet and his ballbag in her gaff. He had a kind of content nervous disheveled look on his face and they clearly weren't a couple or having an affair. I don't know how I knew with such certainty but he was clearly a punter. No idea who the girl was but she looked worth a poke. It did make me laugh when I got in the car simply because I knew.

Anyone else seen a fellow punter and if so what was the give away? I don't mean some bloke coming out of the flat at the same time as you were going in.

With indies..... No.

In parlours..... Yes.