Review MIA (Touring CBD Auckland) “Date with a Super Model”
daok
Veteran
Scrolling through NZG, unimpressed by the usual fare, my Saturday night took a turn for the better when I came across Mai’s advert. It smashed all my boxes, and even better, she is none other than the mythical Brianna from Perfect Touch (a few years back), someone I inexplicably missed meeting back in the heyday of SM.
Filled with anticipation, the booking is made at one of Auckland’s best-known hotels. Then there’s a bit of a romcom-type farce. I’ve been waiting by the elevators (we’re American now apparently), left of reception as per (incorrect) instructions. She’s ringing me, wondering where I am; I scoot past the bemused reception, phone to my ear, to where I need to be - and see this absolute stunner on her phone as we converge, still talking.
In the “lift”, I’m still not quite believing this is happening. Now I’m not one to throw about the hyperbole or overly romanticise my bookings (certainly not to troll my GF, who I know reads this shit) – but Mia is on another level of gorgeousness. I’ve been to Monaco during the F1 Grand Prix, when the world’s most beautiful women congregate to be seen and photographed. If there, Mia would be surrounded by the paparazzi assuming she was one of the drivers’ girlfriends, or an Italian or French starlet, at the very least a model/mistress of some oligarch. But here she was with me!
After the nice shower, I get to see Mia’s perfect, unblemished, very tanned body, looking very much the Italian-mixed beauty she claims to be. She sees my nakedness and gets the raw end of the deal. I climb onto the table with as much dignity as my old frame can muster, which turns out to be none as I inexplicably, ever so slightly, break wind in the attempt: bloody steak frites. But I think I got away with it.
We start chatting. I do all my daok stories to distinguish myself from the usual boring fuckers. I, as usual, ask all the questions girls on these forums say you must never ask, but with the coy preface of: “please don’t answer if you don’t want to” – which inevitably gets a “no, that’s fine” and more info than I bargained for.
In our conversation, Mia and I find we have a shared love for naughtiness and breaking societal taboos – but all in good fun. With that in mind, Mia asks me if I want any extras and reels off her offerings at surprisingly modest cost (More SR rather than Debs prices). I love this bit - so decadent to be offered dirty girl things for specific prices. I chose the thing that has been perfectly normal for as long as I’ve been around, that is now so dangerous as to need the Hoover Dam for safety.
The best bit is great. I’m showered, saying my goodbyes to her “I’d love to see you again, I’ll be here till Tuesday… you’ve got my number.” I leave with two thoughts in my mind: yes, I do have her number, and what has my GF done for me recently?
