This girl caught my eye - loved the pics and the range of services and the proximity suited me. Rang her on Thursday evening to confirm services and price and to check when she started work the next day.
I had a window of opportunity on Friday morning as had a job which I intended to start around 12.30pm in central London and I thought a nice start to my day might be to break my journey in Islington and get a suck and fuck from a latin diva on the way so I was pleased to hear that she started at 11am.
Was totally stoked and excited in the morning and rang her 2-3 times - she didn't answer at all. Didn't want to get on the tube till I knew the booking was in the bag so ended up making myself late waiting for her to pick up the phone. Nothing, nada. Was totally hacked off so got on the tube to go and do my job. However by now I was so horny wasn't able to concentrate properly and realised I needed to get my blue balls out the way first. In the end I found a pub with wi-fi and decided to take an early lunch break scanning through alternative options on AW again. I thought lets see whats available in central London.
Why is it that when you do this nothing comes up trumps? The girls I liked were either unavailable - not picking up their phone, too expensive or didn't do the services I was after.
After an hour or so of fruitless searching I decided this wasn't going to happen for me so went to work an hour late.
Made good progress - I think my frustration helped me work in a faster and more focused way so by early evening I had finished the job earlier than I anticipated.
Now normally having been pissed around like this would preclude me from going back to the same girl - but I thought what the hell… lets just give her a buzz and see if she's about. Managed to get through and the husky latin voice on the phone convinced me I should give her one more chance. I made sure to double check services, price, authenticity of pics again.
Made a booking and got on the tube. Luckily had my folding bike with me as the flat is located in the arse-end backstreets of Dalston rather than the advertised cannonbury/Stoke newington. I got out at Highbury and islington and let me tell you if you are walking from there you its a good 15/20 min walk. Thankfully because of the bike I was able to do this in 5 minutes.
Flat was located on one of those streets that has that wonderful London dichotomy of million pound victorian houses on one side and shoddy 70's build council estates on the other. Guess where my date was? Yep. You guessed right.
Was buzzed in - up the stairs to the third floor through corridors that stank of weed. Got let in. First impressions good. Girl was attractive and definitely the one in the pics (although these were clearly airbrushed) wearing heels and a little silky slip. However things started going downhill as soon as I went over the promised services she said she would deliver. Suddenlly CIM wasn't on the menu even though I had repeatedly checked this over the phone and pointed out this was also on her 'likes' list on AW. She could tell I was seriously unamused and was just about to spin on my heel to leave so eventually agreed to let me fill her mouth. This wasn't without a bit of histrionics though, checking what had been promised with the unseen maid in the other room and excuses about not speaking good english etc before she acquiesed.
Room was horrendous. One bare bulb hanging from the ceiling with a glaringly bright light and a double bed in the middle of the room with one sheet on it. That was it. Still at least I'd get to see all the action I reasoned.
We started with some fairly nice kissing and moved onto a BJ pretty swiftly after. BJ was pretty lacklustre. She has zero technique she has a very lightly applied mouth which bobs up and down pretty fast and that pretty much describes it. No variation in speed, no licking, no real imagination. Occasionally she would take my cock out and dribble saliva on the end which looked good but that was about the only creative thing she did.
Speed was all wrong for me and when I tried to control this or make suggestions she acted annoyed saying things under her breath in portugese.
I tried to take control and offered a massage - I often find this can alter the mood as it can make the girl more relaxed and often a bit horny too - Im pretty good having been trained by a masseuse I lived with years ago. She offered me some weird massage oil in a spray-bottle that was more like oily water to do the job. Not sure what the fuck it was but it was shit. Had to use handfuls and handfuls to get any kind of smooth flow going. I gave her about 20mins massaging her back and backs of legs/feet. She had a nice body so it was pleasant enough. Turned her over and went in for DATY
She tried to pull me away 2-3 times. Complained about fingers inside her etc. So eventually gave up on this.
Rubbered up and tried sex which actually had a few glimmers of gold about it. She bounced around on top and kissed me fairly passionately a few times. She looked really good with her eyes closed in mock ecstasy a few times as she flicked her hair from side to side. But then she would say something aggressive sounding in portugese and just completely stop in mid flow to reposition herself. She was seriously blowing hot and cold throughout this. Tried from behind - then she started making out that I was taking ages to come!!!
WTF?!! By this point we were about 40mins in. So I pointed out I'd booked an hour. By now I was getting pissed off with this girls attitude. At this point she gets up and disappears into the other room for a couple of minutes! WTF?! Is she checking the time or something?
She comes back in and Ive had enough so I think OK lets get her to do a bit of work while I lie back.
Got her to blow me again. Same shit technique. The only time I felt the sap rising was when she used her hands.She made some rude comment about me lying there looking like Im about to go to sleep – I resisted the urge to say - 'yes love because your technique is so shit'
Eventually I moved to the edge of the bed with her between my legs alternating between hand and mouth. Eventually I came, mainly outside her mouth Im sad to say, although she gamely put it back in for a couple of sucks which was the only point in the punt where I felt she went the extra mile.
Almost immediately she went into tidy mode. Cleaned her face up and started rearranging the sheet on the bed sending every physical signal she could muster that the session was over. I checked the time on my phone – we'd had 3/4's of an hour. Now normally Im a stickler for getting the time Ive paid for. If I've paid for an hour Im damn sure I'm going to get an hour – If Ive come early in a punt I normally get the girl to fill up the time with a massage or something but I'd already been made to feel about as welcome as a fart in a spacesuit and I had no desire to stay any longer.
I exited the flat cursing my poor judgement on this one. There are so many more deserving WGs out there – why did I chance it with this idiot?
Brazilian girls are supposed to have an awesome reputation between the sheets – shame this one didn't live up to the hype.
So in summary – quibbles about service, has a shit technique, is grumpy and un-service minded and shaves time off her punters bookings. Recommended? What do you think?