A quick trip down to London and then a leisurely trip around Hertfordshire and Luton, plus an aborted trip to Manchester

I had had an order from one of the principle stockists of my books in Soho and so I decided to go down to London before then heading up into Hertfordshire, principly visiting Stevenage and then Luton.

I got down to London a little later than I had hoped, partly due to popping into Birmingham to see my accountant and the journey down Regent Street was not as smooth as last time. Maybe there are some green shoots now. When the economy was booming it always took me ages to get down from the Marylebone Road to Soho, last time a month or two back, I whizzed down, but it was slower this day.

And with the Brewer Street being dug up yet again, I had a job getting around to where I could make a delivery to Walkers Court. And then as I was heading out of London I get a phonecall from Richard, who needs a few books, so I get delayed making a small delivery to him.

However eventually, I find my way out of London and up towards my first call in Hatfield However the lady, I was due to go and see there, was not answering her phone, so on to Stevenage.

Here on the southern edge of the town, I made a first successful call on Tia, a lady with a good track record, and who had only recently moved down to Stevenage from Shefford in nearby Bedfordshire. Interestingly both Tia and the other calls I had here were all pretty busy, so the credit crunch does not seem to have hit Stevenage yet.

I now headed over to see my old friend Kim, who entertains from a room in a tower block not far from the town centre. It turns out she is a keen Luton Town fan and I commiserated with her. She had originally worked from two associated but now long gone private flats right in the town centre and she was her usual outspoken self, feeling particularly pissed off with advertising conmen, but at least she acknowledged I had brought her business and she decided to have another go with my proffered business suggestion.

I had now hoped to see my old friend Mistress Annabelle, a.k.a. Victoria Jones, a classy lady who sees both her slaves and her clients at a well appointed discreet townhouse on the north side of the new town. She was however either not around or just too busy to see me and so after waiting for twenty minutes or so outside her townhouse finishing off some food and doing the odd sudoku, I headed on to Luton.

http://www.mistressannabelle.com

http://www.victoriaclassyescort.com

Already I knew I was too late to see one lady who entertained from a small cottage in the country out the other side of Dunstable and another lady had rung me to indicate she was booked solid for the day and hence would be also unable to see me, so I kicked off, after dropping off a few books at one of the town's sex shops, by visiting my old friend Nadia at Local Massage. This had occupied a large Victorian terraced house in London Road, but had now moved a little downmarket to an address near Luton Town's football ground. They were obviously just getting going again and did not seem that busy and indeed that was the identical response I got at my remaining two calls in the town, firstly on a very attractive young Thai lady, called Terri, who seemed keen to show me how well she could perform, but firstly wanted to see whether prominence on my website led to any more business. Despite the fact she had had some good reviews on the internet, I had to persuade her to strip off somewhat for a photo, since at least she eventually realised a photo could make all the difference. Having done as much as I could to produce an effective means of promoting her and her services, I headed off to my last call in Luton, Tantalising Temptations, run, by my friend Kim, from a discreet flat just to the north of the town centre. She was there all alone, busy putting in some new equipment and was receptive to my ideas, so I left Luton on a profitable note, though I had not made as much as I had thought I might.

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

I now headed back out on to the motorway and up towards Northampton. There I felt sure I could make a sale at one of the best Thai parlours in the country, Thai Paradise, run by a very attractive mature Thai lady by the name of Tipi. I was lucky to have caught her, since she is off to Thailand for a few weeks shortly, but I made a decent sale and then I headed home for good.

http://www.thaipalacemassage.co.uk

Unusually I had not been treated to a session anywhere, but no matter, the trip had at least been financially worthwhile and that's what really counts.

On Friday I had lined up two definite calls for the morning and then a load of possibles for the afternoon. I got up to my first call on a young blonde called Ashley, working out of a new flat near Piccadilly station for 10.15, having been held up on the motorway. When I got to the block of flats I found I could not get through to her on the intercom and then some people came out of the block, so I went in. I knew she was there since she had rung me only a few minutes previously.

She is a classy lass, who told me she had a degree from City University and was now doing a second degree at Salford University and was working to pay the bills, home being out in Cheshire. She had approached me re a listing a week or so ago and I had looked in vain for reviews of her on the web without any luck. She was keen to show me how well she could perform and while somewhat nervous came up within her limits with a pretty good show.

http://www.ashleyofmanchester.co.uk

Concluding my business with her I then set off to see my old friend Fiona, a lady who had given me the time of my life when she was entertaining from a flat near Rochdale a few years back. This lady, though in my view a tad excessively tanned, boasts a superb body and she is well into her thirties. Furthermore she offers as comprehensive a range of services as you could imagine, being prepared to cater to practically any fantasy one might have in mind, hence her nickname Fantasy Fee. The only major problem she has is that her apartment is murder to find, so make sure you have your mobile with you and after parking your car in Redbank near the city centre, you can park there off road for £1.50 for all day, let her talk you in. We had a productive discussion and she was keen to once again show me how well she could perform, which I had not anticipated, and regrettably since I am not superman, I had to decline the offer. Hopefully she will let me take a raincheck, because, while I generally find one session with any lady is enough for me, Fee is one of those exceptions that proves the rule.

On arriving in Redbank, while parking I had found the car making the most weird noise as I was turning the steering wheel and when I returned I realised why. The power steering had gone, obviously there had been a power steering fluid leak, so after filling up with diesel and dropping off a few maps at a city centre sex shop, I headed home to get it seen to.

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