Discussion in 'New York' started by remsenst, Dec 6, 2005.
LMAO! I thought he meant the same thing!
Things are getting rough for you poor boys in NY!
Okay okay my bad. That's a load (no pun intended) off of my mind that would be just nasty.
Anyway thanks again for writing the review.
Yup, when you got the fever badly enough, there's only one cure.....
(Of course, it doesn't help that she was absolutely right.)
I can guess who she was talking to before that.
No, no, no, my bad. She "scooped" it from the bathtub faucet. C'mon, even I'm not bad enough to go for it after it's been washed with piss!!!!
"After a few minutes, really, I'm not kidding, a few minutes, she reassures me that she is not taking a shit. After what must have been the longest recorded piss or the biggest bladder squeeze ever recorded, she scoops up some water in a bottle and washes her pussy."
Sorry for not being specific. Maybe this is obvious to other but not to me as to where the source of the water came from. I guess given the context of the experience I'm assuming it came from the bowl.
I guess not. I think some of them end up getting schooled by some real jaded providers without much thought to repeat customers. Come to think of it, I recall her talking to a guy at DSS explaining her microeconomic theory on supply and demand of Asian providers at mostly WOC events. In other words, she told this guy she could charge much higher than WOC because she was the only Asian there. I guess she thinks this theory survives outside such venues.
BYOT--that's pretty funny. Do I see another UG codeword born?
I won't see her again. Maybe, just maybe, I'll see her for VIP at an event.
Truer words have not been spoken, but it's easier said than done. Kudos to you for overpowering your bouts with littleheadedness.
She just defies all logic.
I don't understand your question. But thanks for the comment. I'm glad to be able to contribute and give back to a place I have gotten so much from.
Wait wait wait. Where does the scoop the water up after the takes the piss that's what I want to know?
Also OMG man!!! I am very glad you wrote this and took your time, this is a detailed and textbook frigging review and we all can learn from your experience. While she was on the bowl wasting my time chatting I would've at least whipped it out or something. Suck it or do something with it baby.
I agree with ChuckUFarlie I'd rather drop $20 on a DVD than $200 (or $50) on a "provider" who I get a bad vibe in from walking in the door.
She was a BBBJTC girl at DSS.
Good Lord. When will we ever learn to listen to the big head and leave a bad situation. I have never regretted walking out of a place and spending $20 on a porn video on the way home. But I have regretted staying for a bad session many times. It takes some willpower, but after you go home and rub one out, you'll be glad you didn't stay.
I know Jenny. She is pretty much an ADHD lost-in-space brat, humbled by several years of work. Don't be surprised if she asks you to take her to a swinger's club (where she will quickly abandon you) or bring in her gf for a 3 way (the g on g show is not even up to community theatre standards).
My best experience with Jenny was when I had her very late as outcall, and she was to tired/lazy to go home so she lightened up and stayed over. It was very Neil Simon like and I was glad she left in the morning.
Its bad when you have to Bring Your Own Towel. Whats with these girls. Wouldnt they want repeat steady guys??? Bang 10 guys a month or 3 guys 3xs a month? Its safer and you would think with a little effort for 60 minutes guys would cum back. Dont they know word of MOUTH and good reviews are a good way to get a decent following of hobbyists or not!!
I had been with Jenny at an UG event, at D** shortly before they closed. Had gotten a hj from her and thought her to be very eager to please, although her lap dancing is for want. She enticed me with promises of BBBJTC that came with a visit with her outside of the event. I ignored other's reports of mechanical performances during FS/BJ VIP, which I attributed to some phantom reason that I made up to believe that it just couldn't happen to me. Got her number from another monger and made an appointment.
The appointment was accepted and made about three hours in advance. I called before I left to meet her and she said everything was fine. I had to go to the requisite corner (UES) and call again from there. I got there and called, and called, and called and kept getting voice mail. Time was at a bit of a premium becasue it was in the middle of the afternoon and I had to get back to work. I was getting ready to leave when she finally picked up.
She met me at the door of her studio apartment. As soon as I walked in it looked like Katrina had swept through the place. There was stuff strewn all over the place, and, as messy as it was, she knew where everything was. Most appealing was the overloaded sink with the oatmeal-crusted bowl sitting on top. Luckily, I didn't see anything crawling around.
So I'm in the apartment. I say to myself that I've been in some uglier places and have still had fun. But those are mostly quickie places, not someone's home. Anyway, right after I get in she goes into the bathroom and, I don't know from what country she comes from (she will only say that she grew up in Asia but she doesn't have an accent) but, in classic stereotypical Fujian style, she sits on the bowl and starts a conversation with me. She talks about D**, yada yada, UG events, yada yada, she remembers me, etc. I make sure to tell her that when I had seen her, it was my second visit to the VIP room that night and that is why I got only a HJ from her and tell her that it's my norm for a second cup within an hour and for the second cup to be a HJ. All the while she was sittng there on the bowl. After a few minutes, really, I'm not kidding, a few minutes, she reassures me that she is not taking a shit. After what must have been the longest recorded piss or the biggest bladder squeeze ever recorded, she scoops up some water in a bottle and washes her pussy. I'm thinking to myself how some $20 providers had more class when they cleaned themselves back in the day when everybody did BBFS. OK, I think, at least I'm getting something clean.
She leaves me at the bathroom door where I had been standing and walks over to the bed, undresses herself and sits on the bed with a look of "what are you waiting for, get your clothes off, get over here and let's get this over with". I know that my intuition (AKA the Big Head) is telling me to run out of the place but, well, you guessed it, my little head is in charge now and I need to sample all that she promised before and more. I undress myself, while she is now flipping through her speed-dial list of names on her cell phone.
I'm naked on the bed and I get a very McDonald's drive-through "what do you want?" No, let me take that back--the people working the drive-through window are more energetic and customer friendly. She does a little licking around my chest, grabs a rubber and goes to put it on me. I remind her of her earlier promise of BBBJTC and all I get is "Huh? I said what?" as she gobbles me down. She goes for about a minute, and says it's time to fuck. She plops over on the bed and sticks her ass up in the air. I think I once saw a German Shepard on his way to get neutered with more enthusiasm. We do doggy for a while and I tell her to flip over. She obliges and does some perfunctory moaning and groaning, which wasn't all that bad.
After I finish, she hops out of bed and runs into the bathroom. I hear the water running for a long, long time. I first think that she may have been on the rag and needs to hide it well but I check the bed and don't find anything. I have no idea why she took so long. So she comes out of the bathroom and I'm lying in bed hoping to get a little body contact when she slips into bed under the blanket and wraps herself up in it, like a coccoon. Even if I could get under the blanket, it was obvious there would be no holding or hugging. She grabs her phone telling me she needs to call her friend, and that she would not rush me out. Rush me out? I haven't been there for a half hour yet! She's talking on the phone with one of her provider friends about how she has a guy who wants her and another girl to do some role-playing where they would go to his office and he would jerk off in front of them for $150. After she gets off the phone she starts asking me to tell my friends about her so that she will get more business. She starts to talk about doing outcalls and starts quoting prices that are outrageous. Oh yeah, plus cab fare!!!
She tells me again she doesn't want to rush me out and at this point even if I was able to get a second cup I didn't want one. I tell her I'm going to take a shower and she follows me into the bathroom and hands me -get this- a bunch of paper towels because, she says, she doesn't have any towels. Are you fucking kidding me I asked? And as I looked around, sure enough there were no towels there. Un-fucking-believable!!!! So, I get dressed and start to wonder if she will try to overcharge me, in light of the astronomical prices she was quoting for outcall. But she quotes the standard $200 for the hour and tells me that I will get a discount if I tell my friends about her. I'll tell my friends about her sure enough, I'll tell them to stay away!!!!
Sorry this is so long, but I needed, for me and for all of you, to tell the whole story.
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