It’s a Punters life!

I had been looking forward to this weekend for sometime as I would be having weekend all to myself. As the week has gone on, looking at local parlour rota’s and aw, for the first time in a while there doesn’t seem to be much that takes my fancy in the area. Not even any Thai’s. Managed to to send off a couple of messages to indie’s on aw yesterday morning. They both came back as available so decision to make! One came back as working in a nearby travel lodge. Having never met an escort at a hotel before and would obviously need a key card to get to her room, at first I was unsure about it and so said such to the escort. She came back with, “ I swill meet you outside, will be discreet.”
Decided, what the hell! The idea of punting in a hotel room on crisp fresh sheets sounds exciting quite the turn on. So went for this one. Mid 20’s, facially very pretty, Polish escort.
Arrived at hotel and so sent text before leaving the car.
“Ok wait 10 minutes”..
10 minutes later make my way to the hotel entrance, no one around as not a popular hotel and raining. So far so good. Sent another text to say I’m outside the entrance.
“I’m on my way”
Couple minutes later another text, “come inside, turn immediately right corridor. Please be discreet!”
Inside I go, nobody the desk, thank fuck! Turn right, to a typical short travel lodge corridor where I can’t get very far without a room key. Nobody here waiting for me.
Another text, “wait there, 5 minutes coming soon.”
During this time a member of staff walks past twice, while I’m just stood looking suspicious in the corridor, second time on passing, he asks, “are you ok?”
“Yes I’m just waiting for someone to come out their room.”
Still no sign of anyone, another staff member walks past. This is getting ridiculous now. I see a vending machine and go to at least pretend to be using that…
Another text, “Are you in the corridor?”
“Yes”
“Coming now”
Another staff member walks by, giving me a good look. Bollocks, I’m going to have to buy something from the vending machine. Still no sign of any escort, other than staff, the hotel is dead… Sod this, I’m going to wait outside as I feel like a right tool! Sent another text to let her know I’m back outside because of staff staring.
“Where are you?”
“Come to the corridor to the right.”
I turn back to look inside the hotel, and there are now three members of staff at the desk, two looking toward me. Fuck it, I can’t go back inside, it feels too awkward. I’m off.
Got back to my car and another text, “ I’m coming outside.” I could see the entrance in my rear view mirror so wait to see if anyone comes, two minutes, no one. That’s it I’m leaving.
Drove 5 minutes down road, and pulled over. Where to now? Fuck it, I’m only 15 minutes away from Bangkok Thai spa for a massage. Have to stop going to this place, had a reasonable massage but extras are far too expensive. All in all, £200 for massage about 10 minutes of anal (which admittedly was nice) first time for me! Finishing with a handjob.

Got home, made myself dinner, did a few chores, sat down to watch tv, but still felt the need for another punt. Back onto aw. Found a localish fit Romanian in the area, available in the next hour. Quick pop in the shower and back out I go. Another £120 for a typical bland Rom visit, nice to look at but the service was very dry. Left wondering, why do I do this?

That`s why city centre punting is good.
My attitude is that she`s had all week to get ready, so just tell them to piss off, be another 50 or so within a 10 minute walk.

On the rare occasions when I had to meet at a hotel I would carry my large aluminium briefcase. If anybody asked why I was hanging around I would say that one of their guests had a problem with a laptop. Staff looked at the case and mentally filled it with electrical tools and meters. If asked for a name or room-number I would simply say that I did not know and that the e-mail [[i]sic[/i]] had said only that he [[i]sic[/i]] would meet me in the lobby or phone me the room number when I got there. And those were only the fancy hotels. Many low-price chains know exactly what is going on, don't care, and are - basically - what the French call 'hotels-de-passe'.