Two very frustrating days in Kent

I set off for Kent at 8a.m. and had a smooth journey down the motorway network getting to Chatham, where I had my first calls around midday. I rang Jo, a leggy busty blonde who was not particularly impressed by my rating of her and got to the house she worked from soon after I got into the town. I was ushered into one of the working rooms and the receptionist despite realising who I was insisted on checking my briefcase. It was no skin off my nose, so I obliged, I sensed and this was born out by conversations I had later in the county, that Kent has its fair share of weirdos and the ladies have to play it safe.

Jo showed up a few minutes later having only just arrived and was not yet made up. Boasting a first class body, indeed looking better than she does on a website, on which she has a page, she was however contra to my expectations not interested in showing me how good at her work she was. And although I offered to take a photo for the website and the book and she was happy to be photographed it would have to wait as she was understandably more concerned with seeing her customers, though a photo shoot would have only taken minutes. So I left and although I returned a few times, she was continually busy and I eventually gave up. I then hoped to see Lola, a very attractive former gymnast and model based near Sittingbourne. Just back from holiday, she was happy to see me and so after sorting out a time when I would see my last call in Chatham, the Kent Dungeon, I headed off to Tesco to get some food and rang her again, only to find she had an immediate outcall and so I began to realise this was not going to be my day.

I now headed off to the Kent Dungeon, which occupies an end terraced house just outside the town centre. They have a superb array of equipment, much of it hand made and Richard the supremo there showed me around. I had a very productive talk with both Richard and Mistress Jane and will definitely be revisiting this place before too long.

http://www.kent-dungeon.co.uk

I now headed off to Canterbury to see Jess. She has a website and had contacted me some months ago, so I felt a meeting could be of benefit, but my bad luck was continuing, with Jess continually being on voicemail, so it was on to Margate.

http://www.sexy-jess.co.uk

Here I was hoping first to see June, who runs Devils, one of the two leading parlours in the town, the other one being appropriately called Angels. I had met June some years ago, but she had been unavailable on every visit I had made to the Isle of Thanet since then. The proprietor of Angels, I knew already was on holiday abroad and June was very pessimistic about the level of business because of the credit crunch and was busy doing something else, but I will try again.

My next call of interest was on Ellouise of Ellouise's Escorts, who was based in a terraced house near Dane Park. Having had business already from my listing of her, she was keen to go ahead with the sample entry and the day was at long last beginning to look up. With her was a colleague by the name of Roxy, who was happy to show me how good at her work she was, so long as I gave her a five star rating. I explained that that was not the way I worked, though I would obviously be as fair as I could with a rating of her and since she had a delightfully both cheeky and somewhat imperious manner about her, being keen on the idea of becoming a dominatrix, I perhaps charitably felt she was at least worth three stars.

I now tried to contact a lady who used to call herself Janey, but who has now metamorphosed into Princess Strapon, but she was around at a friend's and was consequently unavailable. I was not having a particularly productive time.

And my luck was not about to change. I had checked out the existence locally of new private flats, and had found one each in Ramsgate and Margate. I also rang around several of the ladies I had listed on my site for some time and found myself talking to Keeley, a slim brunette based in Ramsgate. It turned out that that day she was based at the Ramsgate private flat, Cherries, but for reasons best known to her, she did not want to see me and when I rang the flat, I found they were most uncooperative in seeing me.

http://www.redhotcherries.co.uk

Having been told where they were I saw they were based in an anonymous Victorian house not far from the sea front, so I then headed back to Margate and Leanne's Pad located in a seafront flat in Cliftonville. Here I was allowed in and found a lady who had seen me before at another parlour in Kent. She however told me they were closing down soon and there was consequently no point in my listing them.

I now headed off to my last call of the day to Mistress Racquel, a.k.a. Mistress Kent, who sees her slaves at a basement dungeon just off Northdown Road. I entered with trepidation and was let in by a silent male slave. After a brief discussion with the mistress as to what I was expecting in the session, I prepared myself and then proceeded to undergo a relatively mild, but nevertheless perfectly acceptable session from a lady who used an interesting variety of equipment imaginatively.

http://www.mistresskent.co.uk

From here I headed off to the M2 Travelodge I was staying at and overnight I found the tele only showed BBC1, which fortunately was the only channel I planned on viewing anyway and the following morning that I could only get cold water out of the shower, so for the first time in years I had a bath. I must emphasise that I am normally very content with Travelodges, it was just one of those journeys.

I left around 9.30 and headed towards Whitstable, stopping off at a service station on the town's outskirts to enjoy a breakfast at a Little Chef and got to Chelsea's, the new name for Scarlett's the towns only parlour soon after 11. When I got there one lady was waiting in the car park for the parlour to open and then a matter of a few minutes later Jane, the lady who runs the establishment on behalf of the owners turned up. The problem here as is so often the case particularly in southern England is that the people who actually run these parlours keep a low profile leaving the day to day running to third parties, who cannot make any decisions on advertising on the spot. However I had had a good relationship with Jane, she had treated me to an enjoyable session with a slim beauty by the name of Yasmin a year or so ago, and after a friendly chat I left her to approach the boss re the sample entry option and headed off towards Folkestone.

http://www.scarlettsmassage.com

En route I was going to be passing Canterbury and so I tried Jess again. I found myself talking to her, but she was otherwise occupied. I now decided to make a slight detour to Dover and I visited again the small village of Lydden to find out what had happened to Mistress Raven. The address I had met her at earlier this year was now empty, with a sign in the window, referring the former tenants to an estate agency if they wanted to pick up anything from the house, though it looked pretty empty. So Dover yet again has nothing apparently to offer.

It was then on to Folkestone. I first visited a new sex shop I had been made aware of and after an amiable chat with the proprietress there I left them some books on sale or return and headed on to Pussycats, where I met up with Lisa, who runs the parlour again on behalf of someone else. Having explained the sample entry option and not having had any luck in getting hold of Goddess Mia, the most notable dominatrix operating in the town, I called at Tesco in Cheriton, on the doorstep of the Channel Tunnel, before heading off towards Maidstone.

Lisa at Pussycats pointed out to me that wih the Gurkhas being in the news, people might wonder where they were to be found, now those serving since 1997 had the right to live here after their time in the British Army. The answer apparently is Cheriton and sure enough there were plenty of people with Nepalese faces in the Tesco there. On emerging I tried Goddess Mia one more time and this time got through only to find she was feeling and certainly sounded pretty run down and not really up to seeing anyone. this day was proving as frustrating as yesterday.

http://www.goddess-mia.co.uk

After a fruitless conversation with Sadie, a working lady based in Ashford, who had her son around and who consequently did not want to see me, I headed on to Maidstone. My principle aim here was to check out two new private establishments and to visit the town's principle independent sex shop, Pillow Talk in Sandling Rd., where I had sold them a few London Street Plans on a previous visit to the town a few years back. I found the shop empty and a referral to visit their sister shop in the town in Upper Stone St., so after popping into the first private establishment, a terraced house in Well Road, opposite the town's prison, where I was not made at all welcome, I headed down to Upper Stone St., on the south side of the town centre. Sandling Road closed some time ago and the people who made the decisions at Pillow Talk were now based in Brighton. She gave me all the info I could have hoped for and now headed over to my last call in the town, Victoria's, a private flat on a new development to the south east of the town centre.

Here at least I was made welcome, sold the ladies a couple of books and took a photo of the working lady, a slim attractive blonde called Lexie. I was also informed that A Touch of Class in Rochester had reopened, at premises they had occupied before their unfortunate period in Victoria St., so I headed off to see my old friend Jean. Now occupying the same premises she had some years ago and where I had not been welcome the last time I had visited it, when it was run by another lady, Jean has transformed the place and while not as luxurious as Victoria St., it has obviously become the place to visit in the Medway towns. I worked out what I could say about them and sold Jean a book, in which they were listed indicating their presence at the old address. I also met Kat, a buxom raven haired lady who had heard a lot about me courtesy of my friends at Kay-Jemmas in Chadwell Heath, where she also worked. After a long chat interrupted as usual by numerous phone calls, I tried to get hold of Mona Lisa , a working lady based at Greenhithe near the Bluewater shopping centre, who had indicated she would be happy to see me, but had no luck, so I headed off to my last call of the day at Sapphire's Sauna and Steam in Swanley. There I saw Leah, but had as much luck as I had had in Whitstable and Folkestone, the decision on any advertising needing to be made by the absent supremo yet again.

http://www.sapphiresauna.co.uk

Having had a prety frustrating time in Kent, I headed off back through the Dartford Tunnel, around the M25 and up the M1 towards home, where after a relatively easy journey I got back about 10.15.

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