I climb the stairs it’s early that girls do not start until 10.45 to 11 o’clock which is fair enough, since they are not finished at 10 o’clock at night mostly. Calling on the door bell is answered by the girl. ”She’s not here love, but she was on the phone and is on the way, do you want to wait”
I climbed the stairs, and I’ll be fucked if I’m going to climb them again. Girl guides me into the little kitchenette adjacent to tumble room. She sits down opposite me. On her lap is one of the little nervous sad eyes of a dog Yorkshire terrier. I look at the dog and think how clumsily named a dog can be. The animal is so weak a decent sized rat could take it as a cat, no contest.
The girl in her sixties or rough life of the late fifties is chatty and warm. She tells me she has an apartment in Chelsea, but want to move to Brighton, where she has family. She hates London but loves England. I like her but I can not help but think of Doctor Johnson, perhaps the desire to live by the sea is one of those ethereal longings to the grave. She tells me about her desire to be woken by seagulls something I have experienced and found a rather unpleasant reality.
I turn the conversation towards the girls, I realize I have an opportunity to gather some info that I wasted talking about the benefits of Brighton to London. I ask her an open question to know I get a response.
“So how’s business” I say as if I talk to my local mainstay, Taylor candlestick maker.”Terrible dear terrible” she says, there’s nothing I want to hear. ”No money in this work, no more no hurry” Her statement is backed by the fact that no one else has rang the doorbell and yet the girl is at least 15 minutes late and I’ve been here five.
Maybe she read my mind when she says “it’s not just any customers, but also different type, we used to get the business men, but no further we get a lot of foreigners now”. For foreigners, she was not just talking nationality, but for status. ”It has been a fundamental twenty pounds for years now, sometimes the girls leave here without any monetary cost of rent, is the same as a pledge” I do not ask her how much it costs to rent a room for days that I feel too many questions of a commercial nature make her suspicious of my intent. We talk a little bit longer and I infer from her the following questions.
The rent is too high, the cost of service to low, and customers have changed. The company men, who paid better seemed to have disappeared as a Cockney sparrow and has been replaced by poor new immigrants in need of a little sex, but do not have the means to generosity.
My train of thought interrupted she has arrived, and that comes through the door with a MacDonald’s breakfast she seems less than pleased to see me. This is a classic whore dilemma. She needs me there, but do not want me having a real problem.The girl put her breakfast unzipped her jacket and walks into the bedroom, we have not exchanged a word that feels pretty weird how intimate we must soon be. I continue to talk with the friendly girl for a few minutes until the girl emergencies from the bedroom of her outstanding work clothes sock belt and bra. Some think soldiers on parade look awfully smart stood guard outside Buckingham Palace. For me, this view gives the same answer completely smartest uniform for a woman with a fine figure you could see. Rise up I resist the urge to greet her. I thank the girl into the bedroom. She follows me in. I’ve already found at her demure miserable that to part with something more than the base price with this girl would be a mistake. I tell her I want sex and give her 20 pounds. She is just about to ask me for the extra 2 for the girl, but I’ve already stuck it in her hand. Her expression does not change when she goes to the bank loot. As I dressed I look around the room. I’ve fucked here many times mainly with a lovely girl who I think went on to bigger and better things.
The girl returns she looks a bit like my ex, except she has none of the sunny disposition of this room earlier tenant. What is now striving for is a classic whore / customer Downer, who unfortunately quite common, but also goes with the territory and can only be controlled by the client’s vision and pre-planned thought. Lying naked on the bed, she teaches over and take a condom from a box beside the bed.”What is your name” I say it does not matter what she says I am only looking for a little humanity out of the question. ”Sophie,” she replies to avoid eye contact and loosen condom. This misery is a real killer erection that will not really help any of us.My cock is limp and nervous, and it becomes more so as she tries to put a condom on its poor limp and floppy body. ”Should not you make it hard the first” I said helpfully, “I do not like to touch it” she says, looking slightly disgusted this is an achievement which has so far she has not shown any human feelings at all. This is where all my useful and important knowledge and experience comes into play, and I will share this with you. First Never visit a new girl with nothing than a stonking erection that you could drill through concrete. Second As I have said just pay the basic first time, if she is good then you can always return. Third Bring your own condoms. Most girls have thin or normal condoms available, but sometimes it can be the way with Miss Misery here, they try to put an elephant skin condom on you. If they are unreasonable and they will not let you choose your own then go out.
I manage to build a tough, as even wrapped and gagged, poor creature wants to engage with the enemy. What he does, and very soon I was galloping along at a steady pace. The girl’s hands resting on her stomach and she looks like she is auditioning for the part of the second corpse in a zombie chorus. I manage to get because of my high horny lust, which is a relief for us both.
Poor thing, I believe, as I leave make sure I say goodbye to the nice chatty girl.Fancy having to do the job again and again for ten hours. Still could be worse, could not. For my part I am 22 pounds down, but relived of sexual tension, which in my opinion, although not ideal is a better state of mind than before.