A day in Bristol, Bath & North Wiltshire

I had hoped to start the day with a session at 10.30 with Laura, an attractive slim forty year old working lady based in Stroud. Having already enjoyed sessions with six different working ladies based in Gloucestershire, I wanted to get the number up to seven or eight, before writing an article on the ladies of the county for Paul Raymond. Unfortunately as was the case on my journey up the M5 last week, she was not available because of family matters.

Nevertheless I had a meeting with Glen, an old acquaintance who had moved a number of my books a few years back, lined up in Bristol for later that morning, so I headed off down the M5 anyway and met up with him at about 11.15. After selling him a number of books, I headed back to Premier Pussycats in Fishponds, where I had been let down by Erica, their attractive top lady last week. I rang the establishment and was told Erica was there, so around I went. However when I got there, while greeted by a very attractive blonde with the unusual name of Clover, Erica was nowhere to be seen and Clover was intent on charging me before showing me how well she could perform.

http://www.premierpussycats.com

So I set off for Bath. I had hardly got to Brislington, when I got a text message, which I pulled over and read. Clover was now happy to see me and given that I did not have a pressing appointment elsewhere, I felt it would be appropriate to return to Fishponds. Clover has a delightful body and was very keen to show me how well she could perform and I duly left Fishponds half an hour later well refreshed. I then got another text message tellinhg me that they could not see me becuase of a boiler being replaced. I asumed without checking this must apply to the Image in Trowbridge, who told me on the phone they were having some work done that day and it was only whgen I got to Bath and had parked across the road from Fantasia, that I discovered the text was from them. Somewhat frustrated I set off for Wiltshire, county town, Trowbridge.

There are now two parlours in this town, both within the central urban area. I kicked off with The Image, which also goes by the name of West Wilts Massage. Although only one lady, a slim blonde German, was available, curiously it seemed to be operating pretty normally. I met Mark, the boss and was shown around. I then headed over to Aqua and only met the receptionist, one lady being busy and the other not having yet arrived.

http://www.westwiltsmassage.co.uk

http://www.wiltshiremassage.com

From here I headed over to Chippenham and Sensations, the town's now lone parlour. I had talked to Tony, the boss the day before, but found that while the parlour was apparently open, no one answered me when I rang the bell, so after waiting around for fifteen minutes or so, I abandoned Chippenham and headed over to Swindon.

Here a lot of the private flats have closed down for vatious reasons. I had hoped to revisit "Little Miss Naughties", but on ringing Scarlett, the flat's very attractive supremo, discovered her partner had pulled the plug not long after my last visit, so my principle call was on Jody, who runs Jody's a spacious well appointed and fairly luxurious new flat near the station. Apparently Jody's presence there does not seem to bother anyone, because a lot of the flats in the same building are unoccupied and since the flats tower above a new Chinese restaurant, there is a bit of a Chinese cooking odour problem making them difficult to let. Furthermore, the police would apparently have a problem serving any notice on the landlord, since he lives in Switzerland.

Jody is sensible enough to not court controversy anyway, boasting a small roster of ladies, including herself and they are all English and mature. I found myself greeted by Sasha, whom I had met on several previous occasions, mainly in Bristol. Jody turned up shortly afterwards and showed me around. She was her usual cheerful irreverent self.

http://www.jodysofswindon.co.uk

From here I made my way over to St. Tropez, now in the hands of Ceri, an attractive mature working lady I first met in Cardiff as I was doing my initial rounds twelve years ago. No longer so extravagantly covered in make up, she was as friendly as ever and after selling the odd book there I decided enough was enough and I headed back home.

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03/04/2008