Three days in Central London and Surrey

It had been some time since I had visited the sex shops of Soho, so I decided some time ago that the middle of this month would be a suitable time to pop down to the centre of London and top up the shops there with books and street plans and I decided to combine it with some visits to some providers of adult services in both Central and South London and Surrey. With this in mind, I booked two nights at the Travelodge in the centre of Croydon. As it turned out the adult service providers whom I was able to see were all based either in the centre of London or way out in Surrey, particularly in Woking and Guildford, but I did not know this when I booked the hotel room, so both mornings I had a fair distance to drive to my first call of each day.

However on the Wednesday I set out from my home in Staffordshire soon after eight and was soon on my way down the M40 to London, where my first call was at noon at an office in Lancaster Gate, where I was due to meet a gentleman who had contacted me regarding my supplying him with info relating to letting people know where they should go for adult services all over Britain, one getting ones info over one's mobile phone. He showed me a very plausible set up and I agreed to let him do his best to get it going using the services of my computer associates. To park in Lancaster Gate I found myself paying by credit card over the phone which was a first for me.

From here it was into Soho and all the shops I had to top up. As usual I parked in the listed inter-war multi storey car park in Brewer St., which was undergoing some renovation and which consequently had a floor out of action and which was consequently very full. I had to leave my keys with an attendant periodically in case a car I was blocking in wanted to leave. After what seemed an eternity of travelling back and forth between my car and the Brewer Street sex shops, I headed off to my last sex shop call at Lovejoys on the corner of Old Compton St. and Charing Cross Rd. Opposite it in Charing Cross Rd. is Pandora's, run by my friend Wendy. She had one of her top ladies in attendance, a slim Spanish lass by the name of Sandra. We discussed the political climate and she told me the credit crunch was leading to a bit less business, though not especially so. Having made a sale, I then rang Meryl at the London Retreat in Earl's Court. When I got there unusually the lady in attendance was relaxing in the room. It is obviously a good bit quieter these days here as well.

http://www.londonretreat.co.uk

Sale made, I then started to drive over to Hendon to see Eddie, a black gentleman who had just started up an agency called Premier Elite Escorts. Unfortunately running into a series of delays, I rang him to discover he was heading over to Harlesden. So that is where we met. I worked out with him what I could say about his agency and suggested I would contact him once the entry was up and would leave it to him to come up with some reviews or ladies, so I could say more, before any relevant book was published.

Curiously I ended up taking notes and talking to him sitting in the passenger seat of his car parked not far from the North Circular. In contrast to our meeting they have a very professional website, though how good at their work his ladies are, I have little idea as yet.

http://www.premiereliteescorts.com

I had lined up a session at seven in South Kensington with a lady from Escort Emporium. Lola, a shapely half-Italian, half-Brazilian entertains from a modern serviced apartment block just off Old Brompton Rd. The session was reasonably enjoyable, though she was not in the same league as Zoe, the Greek lady they treated me to last time.

Then it was off to Croydon and the Travelodge.

http://www.escortemporium.co.uk

The following morning my first call was due to be on Marcia at Marcia's Studio in King's Cross. The journey back into the centre of London up the A23 was awful and I was an hour late, particularly as I also popped into the Pirate Shop in King's Cross enroute. However, Marcia or Mistress Dionne as she is also known was her usual charming self and I made another sale, though not for as much as I had hoped. This was probably because she is going to be moving shortly. Despite the credit crunch, the property market in Central London is still such that parlours and private flats are being closed down, so people can redevelop their sites.

http://www.kingscrosschambers.com

http://www.queeningebony.co.uk

From here I headed over to see Sandy at London Blondes, a reasonably luxurious basement flat not far from Marylebone High St. Unfortunately, again a few minutes after I had told them I would be there, Sandy, who still works herself a few days each month, was seeing one of her regulars, so I had to go back to my car and wait for half an hour. On my return I found myself greeted by the receptionist, a keen seventies soul fan, who compared my name to George McRae, of Rock your Baby fame. I then told her and Sandy who turned up a few minutes later, of my previous career and the fact that I had even visited the recording studio where Rock Your Baby was recorded back in the seventies, when I bought a load of surplus stock singles from Tone distributors, which was another part of Henry Stone's business empire, Henry being the man behind TK records for whom both George McRae and KC and the Sunshine Band had so many hits on both sides of the Atlantic back in the seventies. After making another sale, I set out for Guildford and my first call in Surrey. I was due at the Holiday Inn in Guildford at three and got there on time for a change. Sasha the boss of Cloud Nine Escorts was also on time and we settled down to a long chat about how she was finding things. The agency was being kept busy despite the credit crunch, but given the reputation of her agency, that was hardly surprising. Having made a sale, she suggested I enjoy a session with one of her ladies and I then proceeded over to Woking to enjoy a session with Anya, a Czech lady with boundless energy and an engaging manner. I lost count of the number of times she told me how naughty I was being. Unusually I found myself parking my car at the local hospital, which was very close to flat they use in Woking. It was the first time I had found myself contributing to the N.H.S.'s coffers while working.

http://www.lovelytara.co.uk

I then tried to see Tara, a more mature individual working lady based in Guildford, but had no joy. She suggested I ring her the following day and I concurred.

http://www.cloud-9-escorts.com

I did however have one more call to make that day on Venus, formerly known as Lucy, a lady who used to divide her time between Woking and Norwich, but who has now settled down to working fulltime in Woking, though she is now harbouring intentions to become a full time domme. Curiously she shares her flat both for living and working with Mia, a South African BBW and at least for working with Natasha, an attractive young lady who is more into outcalls.

http://www.yourvenus.co.uk

http://www.simplymia.net

I now realised I had a bit of time on my hands, so I rung an old ladyfriend, a lady I had known in my university days and whom I had found very attractive, but who had, like many of her friends, only found me colourful. She and her husband, whom I also knew from Uni days, live south of Guildford. She was in her last year of teaching in Woking and we reminisced about old friends and what had happened to them. Curiously it turned out that one of the sons of a mutual acquaintance had come up with a very similar idea to that which the chap I met up with first thing Wednesday was working on.

After one glass of wine and a relaxed and enjoyable hour, I headed back to Croydon and the Travelodge.

The following morning it was back to Guildford and a meeting with Charlotte, a very attractive lady who runs Academy Escorts, the town's longest established agency. Curiously we also met up at the Holiday Inn, which is a very convenient place to meet being just off the A3 with plenty of parking. While there I was introduced to their star turn, Rebecca, seemingly a younger and even more attractive version of Charlotte, though I was rather surprised to find she was not conversant with one commonly used abbreviation on many of the review sites, to be precise BBBJ. Also neither Charlotte nor Rebecca had heard of Captain 69, so on both counts I enlightened them.

http://www.academyescorts.com

Ringing Tara again, I had no joy, so I set out for Leatherhead and Nadia Imani, one of the country's top Asian ladies and who a few years back was even going over to work in New York regularly. She entertains from a modest end terraced house in the town and was looking as captivating as ever.

http://www.nadiaimani.co.uk

Having made a sale, I headed off to Horley, near Gatwick Airport, and Aphroditie's a private flat there, where Gemma, a tall leggy and busty brunette is to be found. Currently they are located in a ground floor flat not far from the A23, but they are planning on moving upmarket soon. I made another sale and then realising how close I was to Crawley, I decided to pop into the town's lone indie sex shop, Xes Desire and top them up with new books.

http://www.aphrodities.co.uk

I now headed back towards Guildford, expecting to see Lee at Premium Escorts there and hoping to maybe still catch Tara. Tara was still on voicemail and Lee informed me she was still in bed and not feeling at all well. Indeed she had e-mailed me that morning, but I had last looked at my e-mails at around 7.30 and was unaware of this.

This left just one call on my old friend Julie who runs New Chanells of Bagshot. When I got there, Julie was not around and the receptionist had not been able to contact her, so I tried myself and my luck turned. I got hold of her and she informed me she would only be a few minutes. Julie duly turned up and we had one of our usual frank discussions, Julie being a lady who is not afraid to speak her mind in her usual robust manner. She has had her ups and downs in recent months, but continues to keep smiling through all her travails and we reflected on the hypocrisy which this industry has to put up with from those who rule us.

http://www.newchanells.co.uk

After making a final sale, I headed back home and duly got there just after eight after a couple of delays on the motorway.

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