waynekerr
17-12-2013, 12:26 PM
I'm usually a shop sort of person and I generally have a preference for
massage++ but on occasion I will go the FS route.
During a business trip to the city I decided to visit a private WL for a bit
of daytime entertainment. Turns out she was a Thai lady, about 30 years,
tall, slim, pretty, in fact I found her to be quite attractive. Just my type.
She was working from her home, a quality apartment not far from the CBD.
The hour we spent together was great, I enjoyed it so much I saw her again
before I went home.
A few weeks later saw me in the city again and I, naturally, made a booking to
see her, she remembered me and was enthusiastic about our pending encounter.
She had moved to another apartment block not far away and she gave me the
apartment number, address and some directions. I was a returning client so
giving me the info was ok for her.
I sent her a text confirming about ten minutes before the appointment time
and I got one back saying no problems.
I arrived on time and tried to call her apartment on the confounded intercom
security system, I tried at least three times and I was making no progress,
the directions were illegible and I must have been pressing the buttons in the
wrong order or something. I fukin' hate those things.
So, I decided to give her a call to ask if she would let me in. I walked about
ten paces away and as I was getting my mobile from my pocket I noticed a
fellow getting out from a car parked nearby. I suspect he had been waiting for me
to move away from the intercom panel.
I was somewhat fascinated by this chap so I watched him for a short while.
The car was a late model sedan, he looked like a derro (apologies to any derros
reading this). He was about forty, short, overweight, hair hadn't seen a
hairdresser or a comb for months or been washed for that matter and he
hadn't shaved for days. He was wearing a grubby tee shirt, elastic waist shorts
and rubber thongs. It was so unusual, the picture is clear in my mind.
He was filthy, as were his clothes, I could smell the B O from where I was
standing. Quite the opposite of how I like to present myself. Judging by his
car I would say he wasn't short of a quid.
If I had brother Seagal's way with words this would make very interesting reading.
Straight to the panel he went, pressed a couple of buttons the gate opened,
obviously smarter than me, and in he goes.
I dialled the lady and when she answered I could hear her greeting someone in the
background, she very apologetically told me that she had just taken another client,
would I like to come back in an hour?
There is no way it wasn't this fellow.
Well that killed the mood, no punt for me that day. I deleted her details from my
contacts and never returned.
Why?
Was I pissed off? No just a little disappointed, that's punting. Did I feel some sort of
pseudo jealousy? Not me, these encounters are viewed as strictly business with
pleasure. Did I feel sorry for the WL? Not really, she has the freedom to choose.
Did this lower my opinion of the WL? Yes maybe, I thought she would reject
such a client, and had I not seen this I would still rate her. Am I a snob? I don't
think so, I hope not.
Maybe it's best not to know such things. Happens all the time I s'pose.
I'm not concerned about any of this, it raises some interesting questions though.
Regards, WayneK.
massage++ but on occasion I will go the FS route.
During a business trip to the city I decided to visit a private WL for a bit
of daytime entertainment. Turns out she was a Thai lady, about 30 years,
tall, slim, pretty, in fact I found her to be quite attractive. Just my type.
She was working from her home, a quality apartment not far from the CBD.
The hour we spent together was great, I enjoyed it so much I saw her again
before I went home.
A few weeks later saw me in the city again and I, naturally, made a booking to
see her, she remembered me and was enthusiastic about our pending encounter.
She had moved to another apartment block not far away and she gave me the
apartment number, address and some directions. I was a returning client so
giving me the info was ok for her.
I sent her a text confirming about ten minutes before the appointment time
and I got one back saying no problems.
I arrived on time and tried to call her apartment on the confounded intercom
security system, I tried at least three times and I was making no progress,
the directions were illegible and I must have been pressing the buttons in the
wrong order or something. I fukin' hate those things.
So, I decided to give her a call to ask if she would let me in. I walked about
ten paces away and as I was getting my mobile from my pocket I noticed a
fellow getting out from a car parked nearby. I suspect he had been waiting for me
to move away from the intercom panel.
I was somewhat fascinated by this chap so I watched him for a short while.
The car was a late model sedan, he looked like a derro (apologies to any derros
reading this). He was about forty, short, overweight, hair hadn't seen a
hairdresser or a comb for months or been washed for that matter and he
hadn't shaved for days. He was wearing a grubby tee shirt, elastic waist shorts
and rubber thongs. It was so unusual, the picture is clear in my mind.
He was filthy, as were his clothes, I could smell the B O from where I was
standing. Quite the opposite of how I like to present myself. Judging by his
car I would say he wasn't short of a quid.
If I had brother Seagal's way with words this would make very interesting reading.
Straight to the panel he went, pressed a couple of buttons the gate opened,
obviously smarter than me, and in he goes.
I dialled the lady and when she answered I could hear her greeting someone in the
background, she very apologetically told me that she had just taken another client,
would I like to come back in an hour?
There is no way it wasn't this fellow.
Well that killed the mood, no punt for me that day. I deleted her details from my
contacts and never returned.
Why?
Was I pissed off? No just a little disappointed, that's punting. Did I feel some sort of
pseudo jealousy? Not me, these encounters are viewed as strictly business with
pleasure. Did I feel sorry for the WL? Not really, she has the freedom to choose.
Did this lower my opinion of the WL? Yes maybe, I thought she would reject
such a client, and had I not seen this I would still rate her. Am I a snob? I don't
think so, I hope not.
Maybe it's best not to know such things. Happens all the time I s'pose.
I'm not concerned about any of this, it raises some interesting questions though.
Regards, WayneK.