Two days in London

I had arranged to visit Lady Marmalade Parties as my first call in London on this trip and got there pretty well bang on time at 1p.m. at their two storey flat in Lancaster Gate.

I had visited their party set up on one previous occasion, when they were located in Marylebone a few years ago and was treated to a session on the house then, though I arrived pretty late and was not able to do too much as they were almost ready to pack up as I arrived.

This time they were far better organised and I was successfully attended to by three ladies, the last one, Charlie, a cheeky blonde from Milton Keynes, who had worked at the House of Divine in her time, being exceptionally good at her craft. I then got around to the main purpose of my visit, having a chat with the management regarding advertising and they seemed keen to proceed in the not too distant future. With more calls lined up, I decided I had better get on my way, only to my surprise I found I was asked to make a contribution, as I was about to leave. No one had mentioned any contribution to me before then. Indeed had they asked up front as most parlours do, I would have said "Thanks, but no thanks". In fact I already had two further offers due that day and given my condition now, was going to be unable to accept the first, and had hardly any money on me. So as not to cause any bitterness, I offered to put up their entry on the Central London page of my site for a period at no cost, but sensed they felt somewhat aggrieved and I only wish they had made things clearer at the outset. Not having paid at any of the various parties I have attended in the past, I was not aware of the normal payment procedures at such events and maybe they all collect their contributions after the event. But if that is the case, it does surprise me.

It was a pity it had to end like that, since they have got a great operation going these days, with not only Charlie, but also some gorgeous Brazilians in attendance and they even have mature lady MILF parties on some days and are clearly currently the party operation that is setting the tone in London these days.

http://www.ladymarmaladeparties.com

Annoyed with myself, since I could not see myself selling them any advertising in future now and wishing I had checked the payment situation upfront, though it is always easy to be wise after the event, I now headed off to Shepherds Bush, where I was due to meet Neil, the man behind Rosebud Escorts. We settled down to a friendly chat in a pub there, though little was achieved of substance. It was then on to Harrow and Girls 07, now over the phone calling itself 007 Girls. They have had a new front door installed and the establishment, which occupies a semi next door to the entry path to Harrow Borough F.C., has a good reputation, but the landlord is very averse to spending any money on the house and it is hardly well maintained. Teresa, the boss and I had an amiable chat, but again with little achieved. This day was not going that well.

http://www.rosebudescorts.co.uk

http://www.girls06.co.uk

My next call should have been on Delights of London, located in Catford, where I would have been welcome to a session with one of their top ladies. The proprietress, a Polish lady called Pat, was however at a new sister establishment, Sexy Cherries of Woking. After all the hooha at Lady Marmalade's, I would not have been able to take advantage of their offer and Catford, was a fair distance from Woking, so I settled for a very productive and interesting discussion with Pat.

http://www.sexycherries.co.uk

I now headed in to London and my hotel room, getting en route, a phone call from Mack of Deja Vu Escorts, who had rung me before I came down to offer me a session, with the lady he regarded as his star performer, an attractive half-Spanish, half-Brazilian lady by the name of Samira. I had indicated it would be pleasant if she could come over to my hotel, but Mack now asked me if I could go and see her at her flat in Knightbridge and since it was hardly that far out of my way, I agreed.

I set out to get there at 9p.m. By now I had recovered from my exertions in Lancaster Gate and found in Samira, a lady with a delightful body, who made it her duty to give me as enjoyable a time as could be imagined. Mack had restored my faith in adult service providers.

http://www.dejavuescort.com

When I got back to my hotel room, I got a good night's rest and then after breakfast the following morning I set out for my first call of Thursday on London Submissive Babes. This is an interesting outfit, which occupies a top floor flat not far from Old Marylebone Rd. The ladies here, for an not inconsiderable sum of money, are prepared to take up to a certain level of certain kinds of physical punishment, as well as coming up with conventional services. I was soon to find out what was beyond that level.

After a productive discussion regarding what I could do for them, Jasmine, the boss got a phone call and was promptly telling the caller they did not have a bat. Apparently a caller had been asking if he could see a lady at London Submissive Babes with a baseball bat. This is beyond the normal level of what one of the ladies might be expected to endure and Jasmine thought it was him again. It soon transpired that he was asking if they had a bath, not a bat, which the establishment did have. It was not the baseball bat nutter.

http://www.londonsubmissivegirls.com

I now rang a variety of ladies, I had hoped to see, but without any success and so after making another phonecall, I headed over to Finsbury Park, where I met up with Cat, the working lady who shared the platform with me in Bristol on the Big Questions. We had a long chat about politics and what we could do about the lousy way we were being represented by politicians who were quite happy to distort figures and lie about the adult services industry, just to curry favour with such harridans as Harriet Harman, who is quite happy to live off the taxpayer, while denying certain people, who do not adhere to Harriet's idea of living an acceptable lifestyle, the opportunity to earn their own living their own way.

By now it was approaching the time I should head south of the river, where I had two calls on Belles of Bromley, which is bizarrely located in Sidcup and on Melisa, who runs two escort agencies and was going to be in Bromley at 4p.m.

En route to Sidcup, I got a phonecall from Melisa, who was not going to be in Bromley this afternoon, but rather in Bayswater. But since my hotel room was back in central London, this was not going to be much of a problem.

When I got to Sidcup, I found the flat, which I had visited before and proceeded to finish off my business with the receptionist, who had been instructed in what to do with me by the management. I also met Melissa, a shapely and facially very attractive brunette in her late twenties, who was bemoaning her ageing. I pointed out that I personally enjoyed sessions with ladies in their late twenties and early thirties, since they still possessed good bodies, while also now being more competent in their craft.

Mel the boss now turned up and promptly treated me to a session with Melissa and I am happy to say, she was very competent.

http://www.bellesofbromley.co.uk

I now headed back across South London and over not so much to Bayswater, but to Park Royal, where Melisa works from a two room office in a office block in that massive industrial estate. We then had a successful discussion re what I could do for her two agencies - 24 Carat Escorts and Playful Escorts, before heading off to my hotel room.

http://www.24carat-escorts.com

http://www.playful-escorts.co.uk

There were a number of ladies and dommes I now tried yet again, but without success. So I got a good night's rest, before the following day, I dropped off some publications in Soho and after yet again unsuccessfully trying these possibilities, I headed home.

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