Working – Womanizing – W… Other Stuff – London
Whilst I’ve been more than happy to link to other sites in the past, I’ve always been a little apprehensive of actually posting people’s stories. However this one is straight out of the Smithson locker and just too good not to share (my commentary in black).
If I’m ever in Sydney again, I’ll certainly be looking this girl up. She’s funny, I’ve no doubt she’s hot. Oh. And she’s an escort.
So last night the Lions vs. Wallabies game meant we were expecting a busy night. Usually, I like drunk clients. They often can’t get it up (been there), or can’t keep it up (still there), so it’s an hour of rolling around making them laugh instead. Huh… in that scenario, I’m usually the one making the girl laugh?
However, last night was something else.
A young guy, only 21, came in around 1.30. He was obviously fairly inexperienced, but he had been to the brothel before. He was also obviously completely wasted.
He booked me for 2 hours (to be fair, we do tend to think we can fuck all night when bolloxed), and he wanted the spa bath (ahh yes).
I took him upstairs and got everything sorted, filled the spa, got the bed made, opened champagne, and he had a shower.
We spent the first hour getting drunk. Or in his case, even more drunk. I didn’t want to stay in the booking for another hour because he was actually hard work. He kept trying to play with me, but drunk fingers fumble and hurt.
I wouldn’t know anything about that as I’m usually just trying to convince the girl my cock isn’t always that pathetic.
I asked him if he would like to book a second girl for a double in the second hour, and he agreed, so I asked another of the girls to come up and we all got in the spa.
At this point we had finished off three bottles of champagne. I am a lightweight like no other so I was drinking water, but he kept downing the booze.
Then he started vomiting (it happens people). But it went from bad to worse. He passed out in the spa.
We had to pull the plug and prop towels under his head to stop him drowning. His ass was blocking the plughole though so the water wouldn’t empty and he slipped off the towels so the other girl grabbed his hair to stop his face going under water.
We managed to get him to crawl out of the spa into the shower and sat him in there with warm water to wash away the vomit.
I went downstairs to tell reception what was going on, and to ask them to call an ambulance.
When I came back the other girl had a look of horror on her face. He had shit himself (been there too; except I did it in KFC).
We both had to leave the room retching, I have never been more revolted in my entire life. The police and paramedics arrived and sorted him out thankfully.
But I am never going to work in room 3 ever again.
The rest of the night was better though. A very attractive Irish boy (also drunk, but fun drunk not shit yourself drunk) meant I forgot about some of it anyway.
Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for Pandora.
To read more of her stories, check out “Educating A Whore“. And before you ask, the 21-year-old was not me! Though I almost wish it was as that’s definitely one for the grandchildren.
For an alternative (yet equally enjoyable) take on what it’s really like to be an escort, I’d also recommend my chum, “Escort Zero“. Again, I’m not a former client. But you never know.
For more amusing ‘hooker related’ anecdotes, check out ‘the Stories’. Alternatively you may wish to visit some of the blogs at the bottom of the page. I can’t promise any hookers but they’re still a great read.
My continued thanks to those who like, SHARE, follow (and actually read this shit; rather than the cocks who just do so in the hope of boosting their own numbers or those online marketing knobs), COMMENT and most importantly; send me naked pictures.
It is all greatly appreciated. Some things more than others of course.