A trip along the south coast from Bournemouth to Brighton

One of the most prosperous and interesting areas for adult services is that part of the south coast that stretches from Bournemouth to Brighton. It only boasts a limited number of sex shops, but a veritable cornucopia of adult services and while massage parlours may be a bit thin on the ground in both Dorset and particularly Hampshire, the area more than makes up for it with a plethora of individual working ladies. Indeed it is interesting to compare Hampshire, where the authorities take a very stern line on massage parlours and private flats, with Essex, a county of approximately the same population, but with only half as many individual working ladies as Hampshire and the reason is clear. Essex boasts a reasonable number of parlours and flats tolerated by the authorites so long as they make their presence discreet.

One is bound to wonder what the attitude would be of the police in Hampshire, if, God forbid, some nutter decided to start killing working ladies there. Working alone they are not in as safe a situation as the ladies who work with others in flats or parlours. Then again, I will always remember one vice squad officer from the county ringing me several years ago delighting in his arrest of a parlour owner I had met in Southampton. I sensed he regarded her as someone he could look down on, so perhaps they would not care. Nevertheless, despite this rather fraught situation, the adult scene in Hampshire, particularly when it comes to individual practitioners, is as healthy as ever.

However I was starting my journey and indeed spending all of Monday in Greater Bournemouth. Indeed most of it was going to be spent in the Boscombe area, which unsurprisingly boasts both the most economical premises in the town and the greatest concentration of adult services in the area. Having started my journey from home reasonably early, I got down about midday and started by visiting Kristen, a lady based in the Branksome area of Poole. This mature lady had expressed an interest in meeting me and I was happy to oblige. She lives in a modest detached house in the area, but entertains from a separate one room building at the rear of her property, which unusually doubles as a hair dressing salon, complete with all the equipment, driers etc. I did not succeed in making a sale, but it was certainly a different sort of set up.

From here I moved over to the corner of the area, I would be spending most of my time in, Boscombe, and visited the premises where my friend Charlotte runs the delightful agency Bluebirds. She decided to try out the sample entry option and I was introduced to Holly, a very attractive blonde.

http://www.blue-birds.co.uk

I then went around to see my old friend Vanessa, who had only too recently appeared on the Trisha Show with me. She had attended a rally in Southampton organised by the local Women's Institute, but which regrettably had not been attended by as many people as they had hoped. This was to protest about the prospective draconian legislation regarding the industry that the government is thinking of coming up with shortly. We had a good long chat. I consumed a few pieces of complimentary pizza and then I moved on to my next call. This was on a working lady also based in Boscombe, by the name of Lara. Boasting an attractive body, it turned out she had started out on her career with Vanessa, but was not planning on sticking with it for too long. She also decided a sample entry would be a good idea and the day was looking up.

Also based in the area is Eden Escorts, and so I popped around there next. The proprietress was not around and I explained everything to the receptionist there. The proprietress rang me later and left a message on my voice mail, but I was not able to fix up a meeting, so I will have to get back to this establishment the next time I am down this way.

I now found myself visiting one of the most unusual escorts I have come across. Abby is Brazilian, of mixed ancestry, meaning she can speak five languages and is a budding artist, with pictures she has painted adorning the walls of her flat and all bearing appropriate price tags.

I then moved back across the Christchurch Road to another part of the Boscombe area to see Mistress G, who I had already met before at her home in Christchurch, but who has now decided to work professionally from a flat here. This flat is unusual in having a basement as part of the flat and she certainly has a lot more room for equipment here than she had at her home. She is also busy writing her life story and has certainly been keeping busy since our last meeting.

http://www.mistressg.co.uk

My next call was in the Lansdowne area of the Bournemouth on Sapphy, a mature slim blonde who occupies a flat over a restaurant there. Game for role play, being filmed and sessions involving her partner Bob, she is nothing if not versatile. Unfortunately I left my file of notes in the flat and had to climb back up, there being no lift, to the top floor flat after I had returned to my car, so my vist here was memorable but not for the right reasons.

http://www.sexysapphy.co.uk

My last call of the day was on Sable, one of Bournemouth's most famous working ladies. We met up in a Costa Coffee shop near the Triangle and this must be the most industrious working lady in the area. Besides working individually herself, she also throws parties and has a thriving escort agency. And she personally boasts a delightfully slim yet shapely body, which it is clear she most certainly knows how to use to maximum effect. She was also keen to go ahead with the sample entry option, but had neither the cash nor her credit card on her. We agreed to meet the following day.

http://www.sable4u.co.uk

I now headed back to Boscombe and Bluebirds to meet up with Holly again. She proceeded to give me a very memorable experience, after which I headed off to the Ringwood Travelodge and got a good night's rest.

I was kicking off the following morning by visiting Honeyz, a very upmarket agency based in the Lansdowne area of Bournemouth. Run by a charming lady by the name of Clair, I was shown around their premises, at 9.30a.m. before any ladies had had a chance to arrive, but certainly from their website, they look a treat. Clair was interested in the sample entry option, but needed to discuss it with her partner.

http://www.hush.mfbiz.com

I had now hoped to see Sable again, but she now had other people to see and could not make it until lunchtime, so I rang around a few of the calls in the Southampton and then the Portsmouth areas, having no luck until I got through to Pammy of Candi Shop escorts. She was happy to see me, though I was warned that they had a lot of children and visitors and two large dogs around at her home where I would have to meet her. This did not bother me until it was time to go, after a very successful meeting with both herself and Tara one of her top ladies. Both when I arrived as I passed through the lounge and in the middle of our meeting in the kitchen, we were disturbed by a large dog who came in along with one of Pammy's daughters, a second dog having been ushered out into the back garden from the kitchen earlier. When it was time to go I had to pass through the lounge to make my exit, and the dog bounded up at me and bit me on my left hand, not drawing blood however. It appears she had some puppies in a corner of the lounge and was obviously worried by my presence. Apparently she had bitten Pammy's father a day or two before. Pammy and Tara were horrified, but it was hardly their fault and I was far more surprised than injured. The one thing I can be sure of on my journeys, is that I never know what is going to happen to me.

http://www.candishopescorts.com

It was now back to Bournemouth and Sable. The day before she had told me she was to be found at the Coasta Coffee in the High Street in central Bournemouth near the Triangle. There is not a road called the High Street in that part of Bournemouth and now she sent me a text message to indicate she was going to be in Boscombe at the Costa Coffee in the High Street there. I realised now, since there is similarly no "High Street" in Boscombe either, that 1. Sable likes Costa Coffee and 2. Any area with lots of shops in is, so far as she is concerned, the "High Street". When she then pointed out the Costa Coffee was located in the Sovereign centre, I realised where she meant. I then met up with her and a male colleague and concluded our business. Do not get me wrong, Sable is as gorgeous in the flesh as she is on her website and while I am looking forward to attending one of her parties and experiencing the Sable experience personally, she has had a myriad of first class reviews and is clearly fit, charming and vivacious. She just does not know the name of the local streets.

My last call in the town was on Paris, who had not been able to see me the day before, but who could now see me at a private flat she worked at in Winton. A slim attractive blonde, she has had a few decent reviews and boasts a pretty decent body, but the main interesting feature of my visit was discovering Angels, the flat she worked at, which apparently is one of the longest running private establishments in the area. And I had not even been aware of it!!

I now headed back towards Portsmouth and my visit to Annalise, a former pole dancer and also a former Adagio Escort, with whom I had been in extensive e-mail correspondence over the past week or two and who now entertains from her home, a townhouse in Waterlooville. I did not have too much trouble in finding it and was greeted by Annalise at the door just wearing a very fetching baby doll nightie. Coming up initially with strawberries and fruit juice, and I could have had something stronger if I had so wished, but I was driving, she was at pains to show me how clean and tidy her flat was and how well she could entertain. After a very enjoyable session, I was suitably both refreshed and impressed and would point out that a scurrilous report on her on one of the review websites, is just that, scurrilous and totally without any justification.

http://www.missannalise.com

On leaving I filled up with diesel and picked up a bite to eat at a nearby Asda, before doing some more ringing around without any success. There was a sex shop in Gosport I wanted to visit however, to put my books in and so that is where I headed next. By now it was five o'clock and while I had no problems getting from Waterlooville to the M27 Jn.11, getting from there the mile to the A32 past Fareham and on my way down to Gosport took what seemed like forever. The shop was due to close at six, but somehow I got there at about ten to and left them five of both the corrective and the parlour guide on sale or return. Getting back to the M27 was a lot easier and I now headed over towards Brighton and the Hickstead Travelodge I was using that night. Just as I was about to go to bed, I got a message from Talulah Angel, a lady who works both freelance and at the Katz Whiskas in Worthing, indicating she had been expecting me and so wanting to get another of my calls for the area for the following day out of the way, set off for her base, a house on the north side of Hove.

Also at the house I was introduced to a male friend of hers, who had had problems with the authorities, by virtue of him being the main phonebox card printer for the working ladies of Brighton. What with the Internet and the fact that payphones are being used less and less these days, the days of the working lady phonebox card operations must be drawing to a close, but that did not seem to matter to Parliament passing laws outlawing such activities, a classic example of the typical out of touch with reality knee jerk reaction of the politicians to a "problem" that was on the way out anyway. Indeed one might now surmise, with the ever increasing losses incurred by payphones, that British Telecom would welcome the cards now, since it would possibly generate them some much needed extra revenue. It turned out that at massive expense to the taxpayer he was hauled before the court twice, only for on each occasion, the charges to be thrown out on some technicality. Well at least no further cost was then incurred by the taxpayer in needlessly imprisoning him, though he was needlessly put through a lot of undue mental torment. I just wish the do gooding middle classes, who get so concerned about such trivia, could think for a minute about the further unnecessary burdens they put on the taxpayer and citizens going about a harmless activity such as this before they call on Parliament to act and thereby create yet more work for the Nanny state. It is not as though the cards actually jump out of the phonebooth and mug you.

Talulah was charming and interested in meeting me, but little transpired, the main interesting feature of the meeting being my being informed about how in yet another way, the state is so concerned with getting the police to enforce our moral welfare, while they have no time to investigate robberies.

The following morning I found I could not make mobile phonecalls from the Hickstead Travelodge and had to drive off down the A23 to a layby to make a phonecall to Rob and Lee, though curiously I could receive phonecalls and get a connection for the laptop. Nevertheless I will try and avoid using Hickstead again.

My first visit that morning was to Michelle, one of Brighton's veteran working ladies and definitely one of the industry's characters. She was unfortunately somewhat short of funds and so I had no luck on the sales front, but I was impessed by her internet connections. She had so many sites up all at the same time and all operating smoothly, more indeed than I have come across anywhere else.

http://www.lookmeupuk.com

I now headed over to see Mistress Dometria in the Brighton Dungeon, which occupies a basement underneath a shop not far from the remains of the West Pier. On her website, she claims to be as savage and brutal a domme as you will find anywhere and I am quite prepared to believe it, particularly having been shown around a quite breathtaking array of corrective equipment. One particularly distinctive feature is that she can even produce a DVD of your session with her, though she always keeps the original.

http://www.brightondungeon.com

I now went off to see my old friends at Swallows. I needed to update their website and this I polished off in short shrift. Normally I deal with Donna, their charming receptionist, but the boss, Jeanette turned up today, though she did not stay long, but long enough to go ahead with my latest offer. I was also offered a session with one of the ladies and what with Alice,a shapely brunette and a particularly pretty Highland lassie, with the unusual name of Rogue, I was spoilt for choice. However I knew an individual working lady I was going to see later that day was intent on showing me personally how well she could perform and so I decided since I was not Superman, I would have to decline the offer on this occasion.

http://www.swallowsmassage.com

I was now due to see Anna, a tall well built lady who entertained from another upper floor upmarket tower block flat, this time in the Drive, in Hove. Very welcoming, very friendly and very competent, I was very impressed and a letter she gave me from a regular "Very Satisfied Customer" by the name of Vic, probably sums her up as well as anything I could say. "In my opinion Anna is the Best"

I then tried to get through to a few ladies who had previously agreed to see me, but without much success until I rang Natasha, a lady who curiously divides her time between Brighton and Wimbledon. We finally met in a pub in Upper Beeding near Steyning, some miles north of Brighton and she had told me she was going to bring her young daughter along who would then play while we talked. I thought before she arrived, thinking back to my experience in Portsmouth, well at least there won't be any dogs. You can imagine my surprise when she turned up not with her daughter but two admittedly smaller dogs than the two in Pompey. Her plans encompass a regular party operation and I took down the details so I could add it to the website. However here I could not get a connection to the internet from my laptop and so with that I set off up to Henfield and Cowfold and then over to the A23 and then on up onto the motoroway system and home.

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26/06/2008