Another visit to Manchester, taking in Northwich on my return

Having failed to see three ladies who particularly wanted to see me and several others last week in Manchester, I decided to have one more day there hoping to see some of them.

I had lined up two definite calls and for a change neither let me down. My first was on Fiona or Fantasy Fee, who operates from a modern flat not far from the M.E.N. arena. I had enjoyed a session with her when she was operating from a flat on the outskirts of Rochdale a few years ago and I had called in to see her last year, but had had a complimentary session from another lady only minutes before and obviously was not really up to it then. She is always good for an interesting conversation as well as a physical session and she told me an amusing story of some berk who rang her continually through the middle of the night once, when she had to leave the phone on for some other reason. Of course she had his phone number and so put an advert on his behalf on a gay website, indicating he was looking for a gay partner but could only take calls after 11.30p.m. One wonders how many calls he got.

This time after concluding our business she showed me again why she is so deserving of her moniker. I emerged rather later than I had planned but having had the most enjoyable session I had had in some time.

Last week I had been let down by Princess Lucina and while I tried her number again, I did not even get to talk to her today. Meanwhile, a more mature escort by the name of Olivia had wanted to make contact and we managed to meet in a flat she had bought on the northern side of the city. We had a very interesting chat, she has been involved in the industry for some time, even knowing Vivien of the Toucan from back in the early nineties. So far as business was concerned however all I managed to do was to sell her one book.

http://www.olivias.freeuk.com

I now talked to a variety of other ladies without success and then decided to head home via Northwich where on this day, I would be able to see both of the bosses of the two parlours there.

I first visited Whispers, where they were busy refurbishing the place. The parlour occupies a flat over a shop in Chester Road and unfortunately the refurbishment this day involved painting the internal walls by the rear entrance to the property downstairs and I went and put my hand on the wall getting paint on my hand and jacket sleeve, though washing it off immediately you can hardly see it now. I then proceeded to have an interesting chat with Candy, the one of the two new bosses there that day.

My last call of the day was on Virgo's located near the town's Tesco. Yaz, the boss, showed me around. When I had last visited the parlour when her predecessor Sheila was still alive, I was not even let in. As I ascended the stairs with Yaz, to view the pleasantly decorated massage rooms, I could not help but think of the old pop standard "The only way is up". And after a further useful chat, I headed home.

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08/09/2010