No. 114978 - Published 16 Oct 2013
Arabesque Bolton. An absolute shit hole, no two ways about it. Dirty, uninviting, visible access on the main road. The appearance of some of the other clientèle indicated to me that this place is definitely aimed at the lower end of the market.
Tall, dark hair, small boobs and a slim but not particularly toned body. Never in a million years in her early 20's, unless she's had an exceptionally hard life. The pictures on the website are flattering, as I felt a twinge of dread when I clapped eyes on her. Poor complexion, slightly gaunt features, make up applied with a trowel, spoke like a fishmongers wife. Felt no physical attraction whatsoever.
Apologies in advance for the rambling review. I asked a trusted friend for his opinion on this WG, and despite him never using her, he had heard from reliable sources that hers was a rush service. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
I was shown up to the room by Sophie, and I enquired about the possibility of her wearing some boots or high heels. She agreed, and after showering I entered the room and undressed. Sophie arrived about five minutes later, and I detected a distinct lack of enthusiasm on her part. I'm young(ish), fit and I've been told good looking, but she avoided close facial proximity, demonstrating a reluctance for any kind of GFE, which is something I prefer. The boots/ heels I'd requested were absent, as she'd 'forgotten' them. Cue room exit no.1 and wasting of time.
Eventually began with OW, as I didn't fancy putting my naked chap in her mouth, which was OK, yet felt rushed and a little hectic. Once hard enough, I entered her from behind, as I could then avoid looking at her face. After about ten minutes or so of fucking, she complained that she needed a wee. Cue room exit no.2 and another piece of time wasting.
By the time she returned I was feeling vexed and uninterested, and the old chap was struggling to remain in a state of excitement, so she offered more OW. This was even more frenetic than before, and not at all enjoyable as I could feel her teeth scraping my shaft. Her frustration at not bringing me off and getting me out of the door was apparent, as I was then offered a hand job. Just wishing it all to end, I agreed, whereby she reached for the lotion. Imagine my surprise when she failed to find any. Cue room exit no.3!
The time wasting and lack of effort really ticked me off, yet it was tempered by the fact that I thought she was a munter and didn't feel like I was missing out on much. That said, if you're fucking for money, surely FK and a bit of fake affection isn't too hard to muster. This was my first and last time in Arabesque.
In conclusion, there was no conclusion, I left with a full sack and an empty wallet. It would seem that £10 makes a hell of a difference when it comes to quality of premises, WG and service.