Thursday October 15th
16/10/2009
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A day spent mainly in Lancashire
I needed to make a lot of calls in the North West, not least because I had recently listed a lot of new ladies in both Lancashire, mainly in the middle of the county everywhere from Nelson to Blackpool, and Merseyside, mainly Liverpool and the Wirral and also because I had provisionally listed a lot of escort agencies in the area and I now needed to check them out. Furthermore a number of establishments had contacted me and I needed to visit them before they closed down. I will always remember the case of a Far Eastern parlour in Barnsley, who contacted me but which by the time I got to visit it had closed down.
I set out for my first call in Preston at about 8.50a.m. and got there soon after 10a.m. My first call was on Anne, who runs Abbas and a number of other parlours everywhere from Lytham St. Annes to Morecambe to Burnley, but who had three in Preston, Abba's, Baron's and the White House. Of the three I had always regarded Baron's as the least interesting, but that is no longer the case, with it having been transformed and extended in a neighbouring property. I went over what I could offer them and Anne was keen to proceed when Baron's refurbishment is complete, which should be in a few weeks.
http://www.lancsmassage.net
I had hoped to see the woman who runs Preston V.I.P., the town's leading indie parlour, but she is a very difficult woman to catch and sure enough she was not around that day, so I headed off to Blackpool, where I had three calls lined up. My first call was on the town's leading swinging club, Infusion, which operates from a converted gym, just to the north of the town centre. It turns out they simply wanted to stock my books and maps, but they first showed me around and what with a mixed changing area, though I suppose they may be the norm for swinging clubs and a decent sized swimming pool, the club is very luxurious and as notable as any in Manchester, which I had always regarded as the North West's if not the country's main swinging centre.
http://www.infusionblackpool.co.uk
On my way down to visit the town's town's leading indie sex shop, Saints and Sinners, I passed by the end of Springfield Road, where I had supplied another shop, Little Amsterdam, that is really a mixed adult product come counterculture store, stocking for example a wide range of smoking paraphenalia, so I popped in, asked after the manager, with whom I had dealt previously only to find he had died and that it was his son, whom I was talking to. He decided to try out some more of my books and then I headed off to Saints and Sinners, which I had not visited for some time. Unsurprisingly they had sold all the books I had left and so I left them some more, indicating I would be back with two new books in the spring.
I now headed over to the only parlour I had to visit in the town, Unique Girls, run by Chloe, an unusual parlour in so far as all the working ladies there, including Chloe herself use names beginning with C. I was treated to a session with a new young lady called Courtney, who had only been working there a few days and who was not only enthusiastic about showing me how well she could perform but also very energetic in her performance. After taking a few photos and conducting some successful business, I left pretty worn out.
http://www.uniquegirls.co.uk
I now headed back to Preston, where I had one more call on Nikki, whose real name, which I will not divulge, shw shares with someone quite famous, or at least who was a few years ago. A real character, she wanted to show me how well she could perform, but after Courtney, I was just not up to it. So I went over what I could do for her and left it at that.
http://www.naughtynikki.co.uk
I now headed over to Bolton and a new parlour that had contacted me. Princesses of Bolton, originally Princesses of Darkness occupies a flat over a shop in Chorley Old Rd. on the west side of the town. The lady in charge is Mistress Stern, a domme who comes up with anything from tie'n'tease through to severe corporal punishment and who also has available a number of ladies coming up with conventional services. The parlour has only been open a few months. What surprised me was how pleasantly decorated the flat was, which was not at all what I was expecting when I looked at their website.
http://www.princessesofdarkness.co.uk
My final call of a very eventful day was in Knowsley, on the outskirts of Merseyside. Angel Lodge on the Knowsley Industrial Estate was first opened in 2005 and was run for several years by one of the most attractive parlour bosses I have come across, a lady from the Wirral, by the name of Cindy, who initially worked herself and by all accounts was first class at her craft. It closed down a year or so ago and then recently I got an e-mail from a lady called Chrissy telling me it was about to open again under new management. Unfortunately she did not give any phone numbers, but I knew where they were, so I set off from Bolton for Knowsley, getting there about six.
You can imagine my surprise, when a lady I had thought was Bonnie, the lady who runs The Bungalow near Chester opened the door to me, but then again I remembered that another "Bonnie" had met me at the Bungalow since then, so when she told me she was not Bonnie, but that Bonnie was one of two blondes who had attended to me on that first visit to the Bungalow, I was not so surprised until I thought back and could have sworn the second "Bonnie" was not a blonde. My confusion continued when it turned out the lady who greeted me and obviously knew who I was turned out to be Mistress Alexia of Liverpool, when she was not working as a receptionist at the Bungalow or now at Angel Lodge, though at least along with the absent Chrissy, she is running things here now.
I had thought I knew who was who among the people running a lot of this industry, but now I begin to wonder. Wouldn't it be nice if certain other people could turn out not to be whom we thought they were? If Harriet Harman was just a figment of my imagination, for example. But that is perhaps hoping for too much.
And after a very pleasant though also very confusing chat, I headed home.
16/10/2009
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