Before getting married, the most I had experienced were some heavy action lapdances (anyone remember Alfie's on Decarie?). For the next twenty years, I gave up any sexual outlets other than the great experiences I had (and still have) with my wife, just didn't feel the need.
Three years ago, I was on a business trip to Vegas (you go where the job takes you
) and was horny as hell and out of the blue I said to myself "I don't want to cheat on my wife with a random girl I pick up a the bar, I'm confident, I have the money, I'm getting myself an escort". Started researching on Eros and found the perfect GFE indy girl for me. Sent her an e-mail straight away, she responded quickly and we set a date for the next day. Just to be on the safe side, I found out about reviews and did a little research on TER. As a newb, I couldn't obviously see the warning signs.
She billed herself as having been crowned "Best Dancer" and "Best Boobs on the Strip", so I had said perfect: I'm a breast man through and through, and I wanted to take things slow and get the world's raunchiest lapdance (release, but no FS for a first time).
After a very long day of work, meeting clients, I was dead on my feet but excited for the evening to come. I was having dinner with clients and colleagues and were texting to confirm the time she would come to my hotel. Now comes the timeline:
- The day before, we had set the date for 7:30 p.m.,
- around 6:30 during dinner she texted me to say she was pushing it back to 8:30 and I said OK.
- 8:30 rolls around, no news, no knock on the door. Drink a couple fingers of scotch to take the edge off of the day, but doesn't help the fact that I'm already really tired.
- 9:15 p.m. she decides to send me a text saying sorry that she's running late (no shit Sherlock!) and she'll be there in 15 minutes, still OK.
- 10:30 p.m. rolls around and I say "fuck it, I'm going to bed", and at the same time she sends me another text that she's really going to be there in five minutes. I'm now pissed, but Horny newb still says yes.
- She finally knocks on the door at 10:45 (for a two hour date that was initially supposed to start at 7:30).
First impression at seeing her, I remember, is a perfect mix of excitement and disappointment: she had a killer body, proudly walking chest forward, but wearing jeans, a t-shirt and fringed suede jacket (really not the classy outfits and dresses she wore in her ads).
She's friendly enough, gives me a couple of pecks on the cheek, and tells me to relax and that she's going to change into an outfit and dance for me. Good... after waiting so long.
- FIFTEEN minutes later she comes out, puts on some music and starts an "air dance", not even five feet close to me. I ask her to move in closer to get to know each other better. No go. After the song ends, she goes back to washroom saying she wants to change into another outfit.
- Again, FIFTEEN minutes later she comes out and says she's going to give a lapdance, "Yes, (40 minutes into the date) I'll finally have a chance to get a feel of that awesome body". I get to gently massaging her breasts (which she had advertised as "a breast lover's dream") and she says she not really into that and draws my hands elsewhere. Try to kiss her, and GFE service is barely LFK. Song two ends, so back to the washroom for a new outfit...
- I'll let you guess... FIFTEEN minutes later she comes out again. As she comes back for a lapdance, I move to DIGITS to get her hot and bothered, which leads to an average BBBJ, which relieves the horny tension and let's me finally understand that this had been a darn $600 USD disappointment.
On the way out she dared ask me for a tip, and hoped I would write a positive review on TER (which I obviously didn't).
Since then, on a couple of occasions where business brought me back North across the border to my native Montréal, I waded back in with a couple of great sessions at YPG spa (Tina (awesome Mexican girl whose left since), and Rhianna (whose amazing, but way too much woman for me)), but I haven't repeated with an SP.
I recently decided to try and give SPs another chance, and set up a TDL. On my first occasion North, I set up a meeting with what I believe promises to be an amazing girl, but a business shit storm dragged me back home to Connecticut.
I really hope to be back in Montréal soon.