Client: assignations with the escorts of London.

I was looking through the local ads on Tuesday, trying to decide where to take a chance when it suddenly occurred to me, why not check where Fernanda is this weekend?  I think it was a flashback to Elena of 2 weeks ago; who had left me thinking why on earth when I’m in touch with Fernanda and Cris, am I looking elsewhere?

I had already arranged to see Cris on the weekend of 13th & 14th June, so I messaged Fernanda and found that she was working in Hendon this weekend.  Pretty easy place to get to, I have been there a couple of times.  When I arrived Fernanda was in the shower, as I later found out which left me hanging around outside for 10 minutes or so.  No harm done.  When she answered by text, she said she would come to let me in.  She answered the door and led me into the flat, where I paid the giant but friendly bouncer and turned towards Fernanda’s room. 

It was really good to see her, she looked glorious in her green lingerie.  I’m not usually crazy about green, but it suits Fernanda, though in fairness most things do.  Her service was as you have come to expect me to say; fucking amazing.  The OW is about as good as it’s possible to get without actually being OWO, she followed this with her astounding cowgirl, lordy lordy I am one spoiled Client..

Afterwards we spoke about the imminent world cup and she gave me details of a Brazilian bar, not far from where I live.  I think watching the Brazil matches there would be fun, I expect the atmosphere would be amazing.  I showed her some footage of Pele that I remember watching at the time during the 1970 world cup.

I wondered out loud, how much would Pele be paid if he were playing today, “Crazy, crazy money”, Fernanda volunteered; can’t argue with that.

On Tuesday I received a WhatsApp message from Fernanda.  It said “Hi Jack, how are you, I miss you”.  That was all I needed to hear, I messaged and she said I could visit her in Neasden on Sunday.  That worked out well for me, as I was down my mate’s local on the Saturday and a riotous afternoon was had with my old muckers.

There must have been some sore heads around on Sunday morning, not me though my thing is the Rastafarian Old Holburn rather than alcohol.  That doesn’t mean I’m not fond of a lie in, I arranged to see Fernanda at 3pm which meant I could get up at 11am and make my leisurely way over to Neasden.

Fernanda was looking her usual spectacular self, white lingerie today which shows off her “Mediterranean” tan to very good effect.  Not sure what was different about today, but her service was fucking fantastic – I guess she was missing me..  You’ve heard many a time about the OW, but this was followed with reverse cowgirl and my gods that was appreciated.

Afterwards, she lay down with me, like my sated lover – or at least a fucking convincing illusion of that.  Somehow we got onto the subject of the Champions League final, that was Saturday night, Arsenal went out on penalties, he countryman Gabriel missed the crucial spot kick. 

There is talk in the Brazilian community, that Gabriel’s miss was so bad, that it must have been deliberate – but fucking hell, is a man on 300k a week bribable ?  Maybe, but can you imagine the fuck ton of money it would take ?

I mentioned to Fernanda, that I had shown Isa a photo of Pele and asked her if he was still famous.  Fernanda smiled and said “He was very famous in Brazil because he was the first Brazilian international superstar - and he won three world cups”.  That kind of hammered home what a stupid question I had asked Isa..

Well that was a trip back down to earth..  I had checked out LatinSutton’s ads and found both escorts to be appealing, so I booked 30 minutes and took a trip down.  I was let in by the usual security guy, who seemed surprised to see me, but I guess it has been a while..

Elena answered her door, and she was quite attractive and sexy in the way some big girls are and she was just about young enough that she still had that.  She was pleasant and her English was quite good, not conversational but the language barrier was not impenetrable as it often is. 

Sans vetements was a downgrade however, but her service was pretty good – I half regretted not paying the extra for OWO, because that would have been something special.  She wasn’t interested in cowgirl, but the DS was good.

As you can see there were plenty of positives, but after the company of Fernanda and Cris who are both seriously hot,  and seriously talented,  and quite fond of me.. You can see why visiting Elena couldn’t live up to the recent good times.

Cris messaged me on Friday night asking me to come see her.  She’s at Harrow on the Hill and just around the corner from the station.   Whilst it is a pretty easy journey, it does take a fair time, but I was fine; busy reading Room 100: Sid, Nancy and the night punk rock died.   It’s a pretty good read and seriously well researched, I’ll let you know the conclusions reached when I finish it.

It is good to have Cris back, I had forgotten what I was missing !  I can’t really separate her superlative service from Fermanda’s.  Out of the two of them Fernanda is the more eye catching, because she is just so striking.  Cris is a very good looking, hot young woman, Fernanda though looks like a fucking movie star.

I was talking about service though and I really couldn’t separate them on that – though different they are equally appealing.  They both provide a fucking stunning girlfriend experience and whilst I really should be more cynical by now; but they both have me believing they are having a better time than I am.

A few years ago, Isa asked me to write a review of her on the site Adultwork.  One of the review criteria the site asks you to address, is whether ‘the girl’ genuinely enjoyed the encounter..  jesus wept, any fool is going to think that.. thought I guess with the right perso, maybe sometimes they do enjoy the sex. But in my opinion if you get on friendly terms with an escort, it’s much more likely  that they quite enjoy putting smile on your face, but whatever it is supposed to be a fantasy..

I guess some men might have technique to kill for, but I’m not going to kid myself that I’m in that class.  If they enjoy showing me a good time, I’ll have a fucking good time – can’t ask for more than that.

I heard something interesting from Cris.  Her clients, a lot of them are young – I had had my suspicions regarding this, and when I say young Cris gets kids who look mid-teens showing up.  She apparently asks them for ID, she doesn’t feel comfortable when they are under 20.

My advice to her was over 16 shouldn’t be a problem legally, but given the nature of the business, 18 should be her limit.  If they are legally adults, no one can really complain.  But what the fuck am I doing on Cris’s speed dial when there are hordes of youngsters about..?

I can’t believe it’s taken me the best part of a week to write this.  I got in touch with Fernanda last week and learned she was working over in Hendon.  I’d been over there before, but miss-judged the walk from the station which I had remembered as longer than it was.  This made me a bit early, but  I killed the time leaning against a wall reading my comic.

Fernanda called to let me know to come over and I was let in by a cracking looking African woman, who would have made a blinding escort, but wasn’t..

Fernanda was back in her light green lingerie, which on anyone else I’m not sure I’d be too bothered about; it looks great on her though.  And as I have told you ad nauseum, she looks even better without it.

My sweet lords, did she show me a good time..  I had been worrying recently, that even with the Viagra assistance I was getting to the end of my escort journey.  I was grateful to Fernanda for showing me that the doomsday scenario is a while off yet still.

Afterwards she lay in my arms like a sated lover, she doesn’t often do that, she will stay close but not that close.   We chatted about a bunch of things, how long I have known her, what she plans to do when she stops working as an escort and the life and times of various members of her family. 

She showed me some photos of her immediate family and her daughter; she talked of all of them very fondly.  This was actually the best, most illuminating conversations I have had with her.  Something has changed, maybe she decided to trust me, maybe she just realized I would be interested.  I was grateful for the insight though.

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy..

I had messaged Fernanda last night to see if she was in London next weekend, she replied “I am here now, when do you want to come?”.  I asked her what time she was starting work today and agreed to see her at High noon.

I won’t kid you it was a bit of a trek over to Arnos Grove, which is somewhere in the back of beyond in North London.  The tube journey is easy enough, but what followed was a half hour hike from the station.  It was worth it to see Fernanda though!

Lords have mercy, she looked amazing.  She was wearing green lingerie today, I’m not usually a fan of green, but it suited the hell out of Fernanda.  And of course, she looked even better without it.

The best service you can buy, it remains between Fernanda and Cris.  I should mention that I like them for different reasons, Fernanda is the somehow smouldering ice maiden and Cris is the hot as fuck girl next door.

Not sure why I asked but given religion is a big thing is Brazil, I decided to ask Fernanda about it.  She said “Yes Christianity is important in Brazil, mainly Catholicism but we also have Protestants and Hindus, even some Muslims.  Our Catholicism is quite liberal, we have gay Catholics and it is no problem.  We also have a Brazilian religion called Umbanda, it’s a little like Hinduism, there are many gods”.

One of the best conversations I have had with her.  One other thing I should mention, I had been planning to see Fernanda at Easter.  But, she was unwell on the day we had planned to meet and when we re-scheduled, I got confused over the date so we didn’t get together.  “I thought you had found a new girlfriend”, she told me.

I had been perusing the Sutton escort ads and noticed a couple of enchanting looking escorts working at LatinSutton.   When I arrived I was shown into Cris’ room.  For some reason I had again, failed to recognize her from her pictures, and I thought it was the previous week that I had last seen her,  so I’d assumed she would have moved on from Sutton by now.

I was more than happy to be wrong about this, Cris was a very welcome sight.  She’s been back to Brazil since I saw her in over in East London, and will likely have another break there later in the year.  She is still saving hard, because when she stops escort work, she wants that to be a full stop.

Her service is first rate, I mean up there with Fernanda first rate. Nothing like the company of a skilled escort, who you are friendly with.  There is also the fact that she speaks conversational English, which as you know is a rarity amongst Brazilians. So the whole package, the good looks, spectacular surgical chest, the sublime escort skills and her friendly, light-hearted character, Lordy Lordy I was a lucky man when I found Cris.

She is leaving for North London tomorrow near my old collegiate stomping grounds in Tottenham.  I think she will keep in touch, fingers crossed I am right about that.

My lucky night tonight !

I had not recognized Cris from her pictures, but something was dragging me towards LatinSutton this evening, (the other temptation was an Indian escort advertising at the other end of town).  Whatever the actual draw I found myself on the doorstep to LatinSutton.  The usual security guy showed me in and into Cris’s arms I strolled.

In fairness, it did take me a moment to recognize her.  She has changed since I last saw her, the shape of her face, thinking about it it could even just be hairstyle, but she does look different.  And not worse, I should stress - quite the contrary.

She did seem pleased to see me, I can’t remember her service without reading my diary, but let’s face it, it’s not a though I’d have followed her all over London, had it not been extremely good.  And it was again this time! 

I am a fool to myself, I got suckered again – I have known for a long time, that profiles with not particularly good pictures are to be avoided..  I was drawn in by the ‘Lily from Poland’ though.. the pictures were actually her, but from a good few years ago.  Back in the days when she was slim..