I was in between relationships at the time. There wasn't a lot happening for me romantically or sexually, so if I couldn't find a one-night stand or anything more regular, I would find myself home alone scrolling through the online escort sites.
These sites are full of catfish type hookers posting ten-year-old pics or imported girls from Europe who don't speak English -- sometimes girls were smuggled in and forced into the industry -- so I would always focus more on the local girls, the girls with good reviews and verified pics.
After checking out their gallery, I would then fire a message across and wait for their response. If their reply is monosyllabic and transaction-like, I wouldn't follow up any interest as chances are, that's exactly how the action would be. Transaction-like and monosyllabic -- just like the lap dancers who go through the motions and have no real interest in what they're doing, they may as well be thinking of what type of cat food they're going to buy on the way home.
If you get a nice enthusiastic flirty response then you follow up with some more flirtatious chat and tell them what you want. Then they give you a price. If its too much, you move on the next option.
I'd been going through a bunch of options without any joy, no-one was interested in giving me a decent price for what I wanted -- just a basic blowjob and facial -- and I was about to give up and wank off to some porn when I got a positive response from an option I'd considered a long shot and a risky one at that.
She was a new girl to the scene, no reviews and more concerning only one pic which was hazy and blurry at best. I could make out a short skirt and shoulder-length dark hair and perhaps a glint from her earrings but apart from that, she was a mystery, and therefore risky. Her tagline was 'Good Girl Gone Bad'. She could easily turn out to be a horrible fat hoacher whom I would resent passing my hard-earned cash over to. On the other hand, she could be a real treat and worth every penny.
My initial message was straight and to the point as I didn't really expect a reply:
'Hey, I'm looking to give a good hard facefuck with a big messy facial to conclude. Are you into that?'
Her response was equally straight and to the point:
'I would like that very much, Jason xxx'.
Hmm, ok, let's find out how much.
'Well sounds good, how much? I was thinking we could go for a drive somewhere, make it a little more exciting?'
'Yeah ok, twenty quid??'
Twenty pounds for a blowjob and facial? She must be gruesome but hey, beggars can't be choosers as they say. It's a decent price for some messy work.
'You're on, let's do it. 7.30?'
'Ok, pick me up at my building? Somerset House on Camp Street. You know it?'
Alarm bells.
Red Flag alert.
Yeah, I knew it. One of those nasty high-rise blocks in town that the council were already pulling down. Full of drug addicts and nasty weirdos.
This new information potentially adding to the risk, but now also adding to the excitement.
This twenty quid could go a long way.
I had an hour to get myself ready, and this hour was mostly spent watching porn and making sure my balls were full to bursting. I love to make best use of occasions such as this. Need to be ready to perform loaded to the max.
As I jumped into the car, I dumped a twenty note in the glovebox. No wallet, no credit cards, no extra cash, no house keys. Nothing of any value. Just the twenty quid we agreed and my phone to let her know I had arrived.
'I'm here.'
I was getting a little nervous and the adrenalin was beginning to pump through my body. It's always been this way when I know I'm heading for action with someone new. Add to that the suspense of not knowing what this girl actually looked like and excitement levels were through the roof.
'Ok, coming down, are you the blue Peugeot?'
Evidently she had been watching from her window, and as my scrappy blue Peugeot was the only car with its engine running and lights on (it was beginning to get dark) sitting outside, she drew an obvious conclusion.
'Yup, that's me, no Limo I'm afraid.'
Light was fading fast. It would be dark soon. The streetlights started to flicker on as I became aware of the main entrance doors to Somerset House opening and a figure walking towards me. I could hear her steps on the paving stones as she made her way closer.
I felt a sensational sense of relief as I watched her walk in the dimming light. From a distance she looked not too bad. Not too bad at all. Assuming this was her of course.
Around 5'3", she was wearing a short denim mini-skirt with frayed edges, white open-toed short heels with strapping around the ankles, a pink short-sleeved ring-neck t-shirt with a kind of 'Hello, Kitty' type motif. Her breasts looked a nice handful. Her legs looked great. Nice, shapely, slim. Very good assets.
As she leaned in the window with a hint of a smile and asked if I was Jason in a thick local accent, I got a good look at her face. Blue eyes, nice lashes but probably fake, rose-colored lipstick, slight blusher on either cheek. Big gold looped ring earrings hanging either side of her dark shoulder-length central-parted hair. She had some light bags under her eyes and some frown marks, so I estimated her age at around 30-35 years.
'Yup, that's me, Jump in.'
She tucked her hair behind her ears as he stepped in smiling. Crossing her legs, she offered me her hand 'Hi, I'm Lizzie.'
'Hi Lizzie, yeah, Jason.'
Her hand was small and slightly cold. Her nails were done in pink to match her t-shirt. I got a good whiff of her perfume which was cheap but nice. I have no idea what it was, but it was nice.
