OK, those of you who have been around for a while know that I generally do NOT write negative reviews. I have a tendency to put myself in the other person's shoes a lot, so even if the service was lacking and I got shorted on time, I try to imagine if the WL has been having a bad day and I've just happened to catch the side effects.
This is not one of those times. I am shaken and ripped off.
Nicole's ad has been in the Courier Mail on and off a few times in recent months, usually saying "NICOLE breathtakingly beautiful country girl. ONE DAY ONLY!" I've been meaning to see her, and seem to recall a positive review of her somewhere on the web. I called her just before New Years - 100 for half hour, 160 hour.
SO today I figure I'll start my chatting year off with trying to see Nicole, IF she's working today at all and IF she's working this morning rather than only later in the day. Warning: there's going to be excessive detail about the preamble because despite it all I'm still going to be trying to put out there ANYTHING which might be justification (in Nicole's mind) for how she behaved. I think I behaved appropriately but have to give all the possibly relevant facts. Which might mean placing too much emphasis on trivial things, I don't know, and skewing their meaning by doing so. Whatever.
I call her at 9.15am. Phone's off. Do some shopping. Call again at 9.30. Still off. I didn't get much sleep last night, my horny buzz is wearing off. Hop on the bus to go home; I get a text. 'n says hi', Reviewom Nicole's number. I call her back; yes she's working, Reviewom Spring Hill. I have some problems understanding what she's saying about her location. It's something and Leichhardt. I ask her to repeat it a couple of times, but no use, I can't hear it. I tell her that I'm hopping off a bus and that I'll walk to Leichhardt Street and call her Reviewom there. I do so. It takes ten minutes of walking up and down hills and backtracking and getting hot and bothered. I call her again; she tells me her location, I ask her to repeat it again and she does so. Ahh, she's saying a number, not an intersecting street. I tell her I'll call again Reviewom the Reviewont of the motel, which I do, to get the apartment number. She doesn't answer. I text her asking for the number; she calls back, tells me it, I press the buzzer, she tells me how to get to the lift.
I get to her room. The door opens. Nicole is tall and gangly, quite thin. Her face is fairly flat but kind of pretty. Even clothed I can tell she has a LOT of tattoos, which I like. I apologise for being confused on the phone, she brushes that aside (perhaps too quickly). She asks how long, I say half an hour and hand her the money mpter first walking the wrong way into the lounge area of the apartment rather than the bedroom. She talks about how she's only just woken up; I sympathise with her, saying that I've only had a couple of hours sleep myself. She asks me to take a shower, I do; I hop out, and see that she's lying naked on the bed waiting for me. Oh yes. It's going to be good. I towel off, perhaps taking too long because I want to be completely dry for her.
I walk over to the bed. Nicole is lying on her right side. I climb onto the bed next to her and run my mind over the side of her body (not her ass, not her breasts, but her left hip and upper thigh).
And things go horribly horribly wrong.
Before I've even fully laid down, she's demanded that I stop all these "mind games". Huh? She repeats the charges as my hands Revieweeze and I try to guess what she's referring to out of the two minutes we've shared. I tell her I don't know what she's talking about; she tells me to stop lying. I start to wonder if I accidentally paid for a B&D session without knowing it. She says I should stop the "name calling" (I have not referred to her as ANYTHING at any seforum.xxxe, except when I first called her mpter her SMS and said "Nicole"). I protest my innocence and confusion, she says if I don't stop I can get dressed and get out RIGHT NOW. I promise that I'm not going to do anything. I still don't know what behaviour I'm supposed to avoid.
She leans over me and takes a condom. She places it over my penis - completely limp and trying to retreat as much as possible - and starts pulling it with her fingertips. I'm too scared to touch her, fondle her or anything, so I'm just lying there, not moving, not saying anything. mpter less than a minute, she says loudly "STOP IT." What? "The mind games. I'm warning you." I have done NOTHING. She continues doing something with her fingers - not sure what - to my condom-ensheathed limp penis. It's not responding. mpter a minute more - no oral or indeed any sign of life Reviewom my dick - she lays back and says "Okay, get on top of me."
What. The. Fuck.
I roll off the bed, stand up and pull the condom off my completely flaccid penis. I'm not sure if I actually said "I'm leaving" since it was clear what i was doing. I get dressed as Nicole leaves the room, though not without calling out to me "You should learn some respect for working girls and not act like an ASSHOLE!" I make sure to take the condom (empty as it is) with me. As I leave, Nicole is still naked. We don't speak, until I've opened the Reviewont door. That's when she calls out. "FAGGOT! You're a POOFTER." I close the door without turning around or responding.
I retreat to the street; a hundred bucks down, and zero interest in ever chatting again.
I don't know what Nicole's problem is (I can make a couple of guesses), but please - avoid her. I've never been so scared during a session, because I had literally no idea what might set her off.
This is not one of those times. I am shaken and ripped off.
Nicole's ad has been in the Courier Mail on and off a few times in recent months, usually saying "NICOLE breathtakingly beautiful country girl. ONE DAY ONLY!" I've been meaning to see her, and seem to recall a positive review of her somewhere on the web. I called her just before New Years - 100 for half hour, 160 hour.
SO today I figure I'll start my chatting year off with trying to see Nicole, IF she's working today at all and IF she's working this morning rather than only later in the day. Warning: there's going to be excessive detail about the preamble because despite it all I'm still going to be trying to put out there ANYTHING which might be justification (in Nicole's mind) for how she behaved. I think I behaved appropriately but have to give all the possibly relevant facts. Which might mean placing too much emphasis on trivial things, I don't know, and skewing their meaning by doing so. Whatever.
I call her at 9.15am. Phone's off. Do some shopping. Call again at 9.30. Still off. I didn't get much sleep last night, my horny buzz is wearing off. Hop on the bus to go home; I get a text. 'n says hi', Reviewom Nicole's number. I call her back; yes she's working, Reviewom Spring Hill. I have some problems understanding what she's saying about her location. It's something and Leichhardt. I ask her to repeat it a couple of times, but no use, I can't hear it. I tell her that I'm hopping off a bus and that I'll walk to Leichhardt Street and call her Reviewom there. I do so. It takes ten minutes of walking up and down hills and backtracking and getting hot and bothered. I call her again; she tells me her location, I ask her to repeat it again and she does so. Ahh, she's saying a number, not an intersecting street. I tell her I'll call again Reviewom the Reviewont of the motel, which I do, to get the apartment number. She doesn't answer. I text her asking for the number; she calls back, tells me it, I press the buzzer, she tells me how to get to the lift.
I get to her room. The door opens. Nicole is tall and gangly, quite thin. Her face is fairly flat but kind of pretty. Even clothed I can tell she has a LOT of tattoos, which I like. I apologise for being confused on the phone, she brushes that aside (perhaps too quickly). She asks how long, I say half an hour and hand her the money mpter first walking the wrong way into the lounge area of the apartment rather than the bedroom. She talks about how she's only just woken up; I sympathise with her, saying that I've only had a couple of hours sleep myself. She asks me to take a shower, I do; I hop out, and see that she's lying naked on the bed waiting for me. Oh yes. It's going to be good. I towel off, perhaps taking too long because I want to be completely dry for her.
I walk over to the bed. Nicole is lying on her right side. I climb onto the bed next to her and run my mind over the side of her body (not her ass, not her breasts, but her left hip and upper thigh).
And things go horribly horribly wrong.
Before I've even fully laid down, she's demanded that I stop all these "mind games". Huh? She repeats the charges as my hands Revieweeze and I try to guess what she's referring to out of the two minutes we've shared. I tell her I don't know what she's talking about; she tells me to stop lying. I start to wonder if I accidentally paid for a B&D session without knowing it. She says I should stop the "name calling" (I have not referred to her as ANYTHING at any seforum.xxxe, except when I first called her mpter her SMS and said "Nicole"). I protest my innocence and confusion, she says if I don't stop I can get dressed and get out RIGHT NOW. I promise that I'm not going to do anything. I still don't know what behaviour I'm supposed to avoid.
She leans over me and takes a condom. She places it over my penis - completely limp and trying to retreat as much as possible - and starts pulling it with her fingertips. I'm too scared to touch her, fondle her or anything, so I'm just lying there, not moving, not saying anything. mpter less than a minute, she says loudly "STOP IT." What? "The mind games. I'm warning you." I have done NOTHING. She continues doing something with her fingers - not sure what - to my condom-ensheathed limp penis. It's not responding. mpter a minute more - no oral or indeed any sign of life Reviewom my dick - she lays back and says "Okay, get on top of me."
What. The. Fuck.
I roll off the bed, stand up and pull the condom off my completely flaccid penis. I'm not sure if I actually said "I'm leaving" since it was clear what i was doing. I get dressed as Nicole leaves the room, though not without calling out to me "You should learn some respect for working girls and not act like an ASSHOLE!" I make sure to take the condom (empty as it is) with me. As I leave, Nicole is still naked. We don't speak, until I've opened the Reviewont door. That's when she calls out. "FAGGOT! You're a POOFTER." I close the door without turning around or responding.
I retreat to the street; a hundred bucks down, and zero interest in ever chatting again.
I don't know what Nicole's problem is (I can make a couple of guesses), but please - avoid her. I've never been so scared during a session, because I had literally no idea what might set her off.
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