This is only the second time in 27 years of punting that I have walked away ( the first being many years ago when all the WGs advertised in The Sport, I phoned a lady in Acklam who said she was mature, when I turned up she was a bag of bones and looked older than my granny)
I originally e mailed redhotash to ask if she was working over the Easter break and she replied that she was. I mailed back that I would phone her Good Friday morning, which I did. She sounded OK on the phone, but before we could agree a time we got cut off. I assumed she had done something or her phone had gone dead, but a few minutes later I got a text apologising and saying her signal was bad. We texted and agreed a time for a 30 minute incall for £50, and she texted me a postcode. A postcode finder informed me that this was in Southern Stockton and not in Middlesbrough, although she is on the Middlesbrough page. I texted for confirmation of this and she replied yes Stockton.
She asked me to text her when I was setting out, which I did, but when she texted back she forgot the house number, which I had to ask for again.
I arrived a few minutes early. Parking was easy, either outside on the main road or down an adjacent side street. The area was reasonably decent, I've certainly seen worse. The house was a terrace, quite smart outside, looked like it had some money spent on it, not a dive.
First impressions when she opened the door, not particularily attractive facially, probably a good bit older than the 41 she claims on her profile, decent figure but spoiled by very thick thighs, I had asked for stockings but her legs were bare. Blonde hair but not very styled. She was wearing a mini dress but it wasn't very sexy. I was already having doubts.
She led me into a downstairs front room, I though we would probably just have a short chat and do the paperwork then up to the bedroom, but she said she actually worked in the room. I looked around, blaring stereo which she turned down, chintzy sofa and not much else. The big window was straight onto the main road and only had vertical venetian blinds covering it. I said I peferred a bed but she muttered some excuses about grandkids staying, couldn't use theirs, and it boiled down to no bed available, so I made my excuses and left. She took it very well, no fuss, so 50 quid saved for another day as I didn't have a plan B.
I've given her neutral rather than negative because we didn't do the deed, so for all I know she might have been shit hot rolling around naked on the Ikea, but somehow I very much doubt it. Best I can say about her is that she was a pleasant woman who gave the impression of total amateurishness rather than deliberate rip off.
Locality.....good, easy parking, respectable neighbourhood.
Venue 3/10 unless you enjoy shagging on chintzy sofas.