My first punt in Norwich, could be my last! 'Monica' has a nice ad. on Viva Street, looks like a friendly girl, offering a good service.
1. First mistake. Made the whole booking by text. Had I spoken to her, I'd have soon sussed out that she wasn't a Spanish speaker as claimed, and didn't do any of the things (shower, kissing, body-body, owo, gfe) she promised in the ad.
2. Second mistake: booking for 1 hour (100) with a girl I'd not met before. Seems obvious, doh! But her ad. sounded great (who writes them, definitely not the girls!). I've been under a lot of stress lately, thought it would be nice to have a no-rush session with what looked to be a fun and lively Latina.
3. The venue - a modern block, right opposite the main entrance to Norwich City FC ground. OK, but not easy to locate and access. Inside, flat was bare and unwelcoming - like a Soho walk-up. Not the kind of place you'd choose to spend a relaxing hour.
4. 'Monica' was obviously a different girl from the one pictured in the ad, but OK-looking, so I didn't say anything. Said she was from Romania, but I doubt it's true. I know the country and asked her about different places I'd visited. Her answers were way off-beam. Anyway, her English was not even basic. But never mind, I wasn't there for a chat about tourism.
5. When we got down to business, she refused to turn off her phone. Said she needed to text customers, talk to friends. 'Never mind', I thought, 'we've got plenty of time'. Actually, it was quite a turn on eating her nice clean, pink pussy, while she chatted with her friends, texted other punters.
6. Less of a turn-on when, after 20 mins, of leisurely fooling around, she announced that she had another punter arriving in 10 mins! 'Hey, I said, 'I booked for 1 hour!' 'Yes, you come here 5.00, now 10 minutes to 6.' 'No,' I said, 'I booked and came at 5.30.' And I showed her my phone, indicating my 'I'm here' call at 5.28. 'Other customer coming in 10 minutes. I stay, you can stay if you want.' 'OK, I said, give me back my money and I'm out of here. 'Never give back money.' 'Just give me thirty pounds, the difference between 30 mins. and 1 hour.' 'Never give back money!'
It was there on the table - my five 20L notes. I could have just grabbed them and made a run for it. But she was a big, strong girl, with pronounced gypsy features. Gypsies carry knives... So I just walked out of there, a wiser, sadder punter. In future, I'll stick to the Chinese girls in Cambridge, where they have a proper Mamasan, who answers the phone and makes sure the girls' performance is up to scratch. And they ALL do deep-throat kissing and OWO...
