Worst experience ever!
This was a couple of weeks ago.
I made a booking with an Asian escort who was advertising on Escortify. Her ad isn’t up anymore so I can’t link to it, but she was working from an apartment in Manners St. I don’t want to say which one, but feel free to message me if you want more detail.
I arrived at the building at exactly the time of the appointment and used the intercom system to request access to the building as instructed. After being granted access I caught the lift up to her floor and knocked on the apartment’s door. As soon as I did this, the door opened and I was face to face with another punter who was attempting to leave the apartment! Coming within centimetres of a previous appointment is obviously quite awkward and off-putting. Nevertheless, I was welcomed into the apartment by a woman who was clearly not the one photographed in the ad, but what was more shocking to me was the group of 6 or so very rough looking guys sitting in the living room of the apartment.
So, I had just come face to face with another punter, was then welcomed into the apartment by a lingerie clad Asian women and now find myself with her standing to my right and and a group of tattooed-up men in wife-beaters and shorts sitting to my left all staring at me. I don’t know how anyone would find this set up conducive to not fearing getting mugged let alone to a relaxing massage and hook-up but in my freaked out state I noped out of there faster than a vegan in a steakhouse.
It’s important to state that I wasn’t in the apartment for very long, maybe a minute, and what didn’t cross my mind was that the punter that I previously encountered was still waiting for a lift to the ground floor. This probably doesn’t need to be said, but I wasn’t keen on catching the lift out with him nor do I imagine he would be happy with that plan, so in my infinite wisdom I decided to pretend as if I was walking down the hallway into another apartment. Because of the unique way the hallway is designed, there was a clear line of sight from the lift to the rest of the floor so I’m not sure if my strategy of standing in front of a random door fooled him but at least I felt better.
That was until the door to the apartment that I just left without giving a reason opened. I didn’t see who came out of that apartment but I strongly doubt it was the escort in the assless lingere. Fortunately, by this time I had found the stairwell and made my way down those stairs like the building was on fire. Yes, I bumped into the other punter again as we were leaving the building but by this time I could smell the freedom so I couldn’t care less.
I made a booking with an Asian escort who was advertising on Escortify. Her ad isn’t up anymore so I can’t link to it, but she was working from an apartment in Manners St. I don’t want to say which one, but feel free to message me if you want more detail.
I arrived at the building at exactly the time of the appointment and used the intercom system to request access to the building as instructed. After being granted access I caught the lift up to her floor and knocked on the apartment’s door. As soon as I did this, the door opened and I was face to face with another punter who was attempting to leave the apartment! Coming within centimetres of a previous appointment is obviously quite awkward and off-putting. Nevertheless, I was welcomed into the apartment by a woman who was clearly not the one photographed in the ad, but what was more shocking to me was the group of 6 or so very rough looking guys sitting in the living room of the apartment.
So, I had just come face to face with another punter, was then welcomed into the apartment by a lingerie clad Asian women and now find myself with her standing to my right and and a group of tattooed-up men in wife-beaters and shorts sitting to my left all staring at me. I don’t know how anyone would find this set up conducive to not fearing getting mugged let alone to a relaxing massage and hook-up but in my freaked out state I noped out of there faster than a vegan in a steakhouse.
It’s important to state that I wasn’t in the apartment for very long, maybe a minute, and what didn’t cross my mind was that the punter that I previously encountered was still waiting for a lift to the ground floor. This probably doesn’t need to be said, but I wasn’t keen on catching the lift out with him nor do I imagine he would be happy with that plan, so in my infinite wisdom I decided to pretend as if I was walking down the hallway into another apartment. Because of the unique way the hallway is designed, there was a clear line of sight from the lift to the rest of the floor so I’m not sure if my strategy of standing in front of a random door fooled him but at least I felt better.
That was until the door to the apartment that I just left without giving a reason opened. I didn’t see who came out of that apartment but I strongly doubt it was the escort in the assless lingere. Fortunately, by this time I had found the stairwell and made my way down those stairs like the building was on fire. Yes, I bumped into the other punter again as we were leaving the building but by this time I could smell the freedom so I couldn’t care less.
