Two days in Luton and Hertfordshire

I set out early and got to my first call, Confidential, the independent sex shop in Cambridge in good time, sold them some books and then found myself listening to Radio 4 and a discourse on prostitution in Nevada, where, it would appear even the long established legal brothels outside of Reno and Las Vegas are under threat particularly from the Mormons who have moved over the border from Utah.

By now I was on my way to Sawbridgeworth, a small town on the Essex/Herts border about halfway between Bishop's Stortford and Harlow. There in a discreet corner of a rather upmarket industrial estate between the station and the river is Lulu's, a long established private flat that had had a number of reviews early in the decade, but then nothing had been heard from it until recently. I had tried to contact them four or five years ago and had thought they had closed down, but it would appear I must have rung them during a change of management and they had been going on steadily more or less for all that time.

Well appointed and obviously well run, this is definitely a flat well worth checking out. From here I headed over to Hoddesdon and a visit to the very impressive dungeon of Mistress Louisa, who often lets it be used by other local dommes such as Empress Opium. I was there to meet both of them. I also discovered from them, that it was my good friends Mistress Abi and Mistress Switch who had been the ladies running the infamous Max Mosley session and this would explain their current low profile. What with my friend Peter Stoodley in Yeovil being served with an ASBO for letting his cockerels crow at all times of the day and night making the news earlier this week, I wonder which of my friends and acquaintances I will be reading about in the papers next. After a long discussion and a long wait for Empress Opium to turn up, I headed off to my next call, Charlie's in Welwyn.

http://www.mistresslouisa.com

This is a first floor flat in a large Victorian house that has been converted into flats on the outskirts of the town and I was made reasonably welcome, though I could not get any ladies to pose for a photo. From here it was on to Stevenage and I had hoped to make four calls, but from two of them, Mistress Annabelle and Victoria Jones I could get no answer on the phone. Kim, however one of the town's longest established working ladies was however happy to see me. Quite a character and someone who obviously enjoys her work, we had a long chat about the moralising feminists who are so intent on telling us all how to live our lives and she agreed to talk to the TV production company I am currently working with and that is looking for ladies to tell all about how and why they enjoy their work.

From here I made the short car journey into the centre of the town to Bluebelles, a very well run private flat, and made a sale of some books. Bluebelles had been one of the first establishments in the area, after the hidden economy task force descended on South Essex last year, to experience the government's concerted efforts to regularise the industry. They are of course still left at the mercy of the whims of the local police, or more accurately the feminist politicians such as Harman who now directs them, and I discovered they have been busy cracking down on a lot of the less well run local flats in the area. Amber's three flats in Stevenage, Hatfield and Broxbourne, as well as Tiffany's in Hatfield had all been raided recently. Unfortunately if you are going to leave certain activities outside the law, you are bound to attract people into those activities who unlike Rosie at Bluebelles do not have the greatest respect for the law. Not that Rosie is particularly enamoured of a system that offered her no protection from the law, while making substantial demands on her to pay and pay and pay, but that's another story.

http://www.bluebellesmassage.com

From Stevenage I moved on to Luton and first met up at a pub on the east side of the town with Sarah, now known as Angel and her partner Andy. They run Pendulum Swingers, a local swinging club and have plans for a party operation in the area, probably in neighbouring Hertfordshire, which I have been assured I will be invited along to in due course.

http://www.sexmadangels.com

From here I headed over to Tantalising Temptations, a ground floor flat not far from the location of the legendary Studio 118, run by Kim, who told me an amusing story of who having had a circular arrive regarding a local iniative regarding local problems re prostitution, decided she should go along to find out what it was about. It was about the local street problem, but the local paper was also there and at the end she had a job avoiding being part of a photo of all the locals attending the meeting. It would have been ironic for any of the flat's clients to have seen her in the photo!!

http://www.luton-massage.co.uk

I then visited Newtown Massage, which apparently is known as Unique Massage. Ironically there is another Unique Massage not a million miles away in Northampton. I did not bother to point out the irony to them.

I then waited around for Palm Beach to open, since I thought the lady I needed to see there would only be there after nine. In fact it is open from midday, it is only their sister parlour Paradise that is only open from 9p.m. onwards and I could have got in earlier had I rung the bell. The lady I saw there last time is no longer around and the receptionist did not recognise me, but one of the ladies, an attractive blonde in her thirties had seen me elsewhere before. I suggested she pose for a photo, but she felt her husband, who is in the army, might see it courtesy of his mates if by no other means and then all hell might break loose, so I took her point and dropped the idea. She had moved around a fair bit, having also worked at New Chanel's in Bagshot amongst other places, and she was amused when I told her of my conversation with the boss, Julie there. Julie had served some time at her Majesty's pleasure having claimed social security for taking care of her infirm father, while having a substantial sum of money on the premises. She had asked me what she should do now that she was facing problems with the assets recovery people. I simply suggested she should perhaps for a kick off not claim social security. She and all the other ladies there had laughed.

With that I called it a day and headed off to my hotel the Travelodge at Cheshunt a stone's throw from Jn. 25 of the M25. The following morning I rang Paige, a very attractive blonde in her early twenties, who is based in Cheshunt. I was invited around and found myself visiting her and her boyfriend's flat over a shop in College Road. The decor at this flat was eyecatching to say the least and Paige was up early since she had a client coming around soon. She was however amenable to posing for a photo and was keen to show me how well she could perform, but I could hardly afford to wait and told her I would look forward to experiencing the Paige experience next time I was going to be in the area.

http://www.paigeoflondon.co.uk

I checked out the two local sex shops, which I had not visited before only to find one had closed down and the other was about to change hands, so having no luck there I headed over to St. Albans. There I had arranged to see Mistress Susie and Crystal. Neither of these ladies had had much in the way of reviews, but both were happy to see me. Mistress Susie, based in a semi on the north side of the town, and who had recently been made redundant by a firm concerned with the private side of providing care for the mentally ill, has a mischievous way about her and while her speciality is corporal punishment, principally in a schoolroom setting, she can also come up with kidnap scenarios, strap on therapy etc. etc., though her home lacks much large scale equipment, the only piece on display being a whipping bench.

http://www.mistress-susie.co.uk

Crystal by contrast simply offers conventional services from a luxurious bungalow on the south side of the city, and this mature buxom blonde, who had been a Playboy Bunnie in her youth, had been unable to get into my members area, having mislaid the password I gave her and so I showed her my site and what I had felt I could say about her. She accepted that in all fairness, I could not say much more, though I have been able to add a few points since then.

http://www.crystal-escort.co.uk

I now headed off to Watford and after unsuccessful visits to Sapphires and Tahiti both located in North Watford, I set off for Aldenham Road and the new location of Curves Unlimited, probably the country's preeminent establishment specialising in larger ladies. Two were game for posing for photos for my new magazine article and then I headed off to my last call of the day at a parlour at Club 33 in Upton Rd. I discovered on arrival that I could park free and with no concerns about traffic wardens at the rear and so did so. Jeannie, who now acts purely as a receptionist here, now she has sold out to the new owners told me of her concerns at the new national mood, which local police had even told her they abhorred. Why disturb parlours who gave them no trouble, would seem to be their and no doubt many other policemen's attitude.

http://www.curvesunlimited.com

A visit to Dunstable's lone sex shop, which I had not visited before, turned out to be a waste of time as they were closed and the premises were obviously up for sale, but at least I made a sale to finish off my journey at the newly renamed Foxy Lady in Luton, now known as Cheap Adult DVDs, though they do also still sell books and magazines.

Then it was on to the M1 and home to Staffordshire.

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