How it went down… (choosing a working girl)

Two entries ago I told of having a trio of interests amid the local working girl set and of wanting very much to arrange a date with (at least) one of them. I’ve found both online and on the streets that it never hurts to have two, three or more ‘possibilities’ in mind given the chance that one may get picked-up for the last date of the evening, before disappearing from the corner on which you last spotted her when driving past.

In the online world, the parallel is the slow response time either because a girl is in high demand or because she is not very diligent about checking her messages.

So again, I basically narrowed my field of choice down to three young women, but indeed a couple of other recent considerations lingered at the periphery of my interest, perhaps just in case…

I found myself most drawn to a certain anatomical wonder just for my wanting to know the feel of such an experience, and indeed I read-up on that particular girl and was surprised to find that her latest ad told of her housed at a hotel in a convenient area. So I sent her an online message, and then phoned a couple of times early the next day… no responses. Eventually I dialed her number again after a few hours had passed and indeed she finally answered. So I asked: "are you still in _______?" And her response was: "No, I’ll be in _________ tonight". (it sounded as though she were in a vehicle as we spoke – perhaps she was being shuttled from one spot to another by her ‘handler’) In truth, I’d read not long before that both she and another girl not on my list were with the same pimp. My researched revealed that the two of them often seemed to end up working in the same very-remote locations on the same nights, and that they on occasion did "duos" together (which facilitates a threesome for a client paying double rate).

So I was let-down by that encounter, and not quite interested enough to pursue it further. Perhaps I’ll just wait until I notice her holed-up at a hotel convenient to me.

Another girl is one who is fairly new to the business of online prostitution and the voices in the wind suggest that she has what is perhaps a more experience working girl handling the protocol for her sessions. The young woman’s pictures are simply adorable, and the reviews suggest that she is business-like well beyond her years. It seems that the vibe shown in her comely photos remains prominent even when viewed through the lens of the online ‘reviews’ written by other men. The girl still has a bit of a "too good to be true" vibe about her. And she’s one I’d like to see before the business exacts any additional toll on her.

So I messaged her, too, asking for some details… some easy details… such as, a general sense of a random business address not far from wherever she was working, just so I’d know how long a trip it would be to get there. I asked if she was in the same area cited by her latest online ad. The unhelpful response was "why don’t you call me, babe?"

Indeed I’d have jumped through a few hoops to spend time with that girl, yet she or her handler was so inept at interacting, it was just a hassle to set anything up. Finally, via another message long after the fact, she told of being back in that very distant location which had discouraged me up until this point. That despite a then-current online ad stating another location.

Indeed the girl continues to look and seem precious based on the pictures and the reviews, and she seems to participate plenty in the ‘dates’ when they happen. Not only that but she is priced more than reasonably too. Since I became a bit frustrated with the run-around, I’ve noticed her setting up shop back and forth from one suburb to another in hasty fashion.

The clients still keep showing up… and who can blame them… because the young woman seems to have quite the appeal once a guy actually gets to meet her. (although there was one review which told of her working girl partner hiding-out in the bathroom of her hotel room during an entire (hour?) session) Strangely, and again, a case where prostitution mirrors real life in that you can look but you can’t touch… (unless you’re very persistent, with this girl)

So I’d written-off the first girl for the time being, and that second one wasn’t exactly easy to catch up with… but there remained a woman of interest with a strong and solid reputation who was somebody that I just needed to meet sooner or later. I’d been a fan for literally years, and written as much online, so she knew of my character. With some of the girls you’re expected to have two or three "references" in the form of other working girls they could phone to have somebody vouch for your authenticity.

With this girl, we were so ‘aware’ of one another from the online world, that we just traded a few texts as she directed me first to her area, and then, eventually, gave detailed instructions about how to get to her apartment. The professionalism in booking a session with her was a welcome relief after the mish-mash of misses I’d experienced along the way.

So she came out to greet me in the parking lot, and I recognized her look instantly. Indeed she is very petite… just 5′ 2", and even though I knew that in advance it was still startling to sense how slight-seeming she was. In black sweat pants it seemed like she was barely there. My eyes had been so used to very well-done photos of her (taken by a professional) which made her body seem fuller, and the most eye-catching aspects of her physique seem larger for their seeming importance.

The woman guided me back to her apartment, which was quite minimally furnished beyond the bare necessities of a working girl who used the place only for her ‘dates’.

I left the money on a counter as instructed and my companion wasted no time in disrobing thereafter. Suddenly the body I’d seen so many times in photos came to life there before my eyes, and she seemed to be somewhat larger when fully naked in a form I felt I knew somewhat.

We shared a shower and I hesitated to indulge in the full of her feminine appeal there… beyond an occasional cuddle and my taking her up on an invitation to wash her back. We were warm, friendly and comfortable from the opening bell, and she was indeed professional perhaps in ways that the other two alternatives wouldn’t have known how to be.

This woman has made a steady living as a prostitute in these same circles for two or three years, and her reviews are almost always sterling. I took an opportunity the night before to read back at some of her reviews from years ago and as a teenager she showed an impressive will to try to please the nitpicking client base who would occasionally try to rake her over the coals for what was usually some innocent thing.

I have to admit that many of the other Johns are quite demanding, and kind of narrow-minded too. I just don’t have that much to critique about a working girl in front of the crowd from which she draws her living.

So, after the shower we returned to the bed… perched conveniently right in the middle of what might be the ‘living room’ were this a full-use apartment. It was great fun to familiarize myself up-close with the very same body I’d seen in so many photographs. This woman is the rare find wh

o does a great job of updating and mixing-up her online photos so as to keep the male minds interested.

I soon discovered that the petite body on this woman is extremely sensitive, for while her breasts beckon for attention, a tongue there just tends to leave her giggling in over-sensitive style. Moments went by and she asked: "Do you like D.A.T.Y.?" (oral sex on a woman)… and I responded: "it’s my favorite".

She basically said: "oh, good"… before offering herself up that way. I was absolutely eager to melt into her flesh that way, but it was soon clear that her high sensitivity was significant at all of her erogenous zones. This gal was perhaps the best I’ve ever encountered at being willing to guide me to pleasure her exactly as she wanted. (admittedy my favorite working girl from long ago did this too, and while it was much appreciated at the time – she gets ‘points off’ for not allowing me to bury my tongue in her loins {okay, that was probably her only knock} )

I was instructed to tongue very lightly, and to do so on or near her clit, but each time it was too much, my companion would let out a giggle (which was far more comforting than a yelp or a howl). I did a pretty good job of following her instructions, and I was very much pleased with the environment and the interaction. Of course I’d have much preferred to bury my tongue inside of her, but would never ignore somebody’s desires, just for that pleasure.

One small quirk had by this companion is that she doesn’t allow fingers inside her pussy, but at some point I was perhaps doing so well that she reached for a condom, and placed it on my finger, and then told me to use that finger inside of her as I tongued her.

Finally she was pleasured to the extent which she could take at the time, and she quickly turned her attention to me. It was so interesting and noteworthy that she draped her entire small frame down the length of my body as she went to work on me orally from an almost-69 position. (could have been 69 had my head been able to reach her goodies)

It was truly amazing… the oral performance… she just… went at it thoroughly until the job was done! And I figured out later that her efforts there had been so intense that important nerve endings were rendered insensitive by the fury with which she went at me.

The path from start to climax was somewhat more than a blur but it seemed that she never came up for air, and she seemed well within her realm of familiarity along the path. I just… enjoyed the attention at first and then really enjoyed the climax. She was "determined" in this endeavor. (perhaps not everybody should be like that, but it doesn’t hurt that random women out there are so intent on pleasuring)

We then stroked and cuddled for a bit… and eventually she readied me for (what could scarcely be termed "the main event" anymore). We tried a couple of positions, first my fave and then her own, and while I was plenty aroused, I just couldn’t feel the build-up toward the point of no return (as seemed should be happening).

I was fairly quick to resign myself to not being likely to get there… and for a couple of DAYS afterward, I was still tingling from the intensity of her BJ. (I’m happy to attribute my inability for a second climax to the quick turn-around and to the almost-abrasive BJ she gave me).

For a while we lay there peacefully, and she did check the clock a couple of times as my time wound down. The young woman was true to prior billing, and we were both quite comfortable all the way through. She was curiously quick to urge that I supply a favorable review of our session, and it seems that she has a tiny bit of personal pride about the reviews she has garnered from satisfied gentlemen.

My review of our session was perhaps better than any I’ve previously read about her time spent with various clients, and hopefully it was unique enough to perhaps bring forth more attention from various subsets of the client base. It seems her knack for happily guiding men as they perform oral sex on her is not appreciated by all. Some still want to go at her with a heavy and firm tongue (perhaps just because that is how they pleasured three or thirty-three women in their pasts).

She definitely said: "some guys don’t like it"… after I mentioned how great she was for being unshy about communicating exactly how one should nibble at her pussy.

Looking back, I’m very glad that I met that girl, finally, while I still have keen interest in the various (different in both cases) anatomical wonders featured by the other two. (hint: with one of’em, I just adore her areolas!!!! – they’re temptingly dolloped atop perky breasts of a size that flatters their unique size and color) (I wonder if guys tell her that… and I wonder if I would {of course… well, probably…} )

This has been another experience of a John