Shorty’s adventures in S.Cal, aka – the land of bait and switch
Let it be known that the hobbyists in southern California are in desperate need of quality service. It’s a sad state of affairs folks. During a recent visit to Anaheim, my experiences were horrifying at best.
After a dead end plea for assistance from brethren on UG, I went to Cali completely blind. Armed with my social grace and hobbying knowledge of the NY/NJ area, I went to to explore the world of California hobbying. Warning: It ain’t pretty. Read the rest at your own risk:
First stop, the MP scene. I picked up a copy of the local rag and quickly found the “adult services” section of the classified. Overall, it was slim pickings. I called a dozen or so different locations. Pricing is similar to NY- .5-.6 per hour plus tip. In search of one that offered table shower, I found one that offered “body shampoo”. After getting the address, I found the location. I won’t offer the name of the establishment. Quite honestly, a – it’s not worth visiting, b – They all have the same name “Golden Spa”. Every MP in Anaheim is called “Golden Spa”. As I walked in, there are 6-7 vietnamese girls sitting on cushions on the floor. I’m asked if I want a massage. I say yes. I asked about a shower and givin a “yeah, sure….”. I’m escorted into a room, followed by a gentlemen in a lab coat. He has a chart and starts asking me medical questions. I play along and he says, the therapist will be in shortly. A cute young girl walks in with a low cut top and tight “cameltoe” spandex pants. I’ll save you the pathetic details of my quest to get in her pants. A long story short – no shower, no shampoo, and all I got was a lame ass massage and thrown out afterwards for suggesting anything.
Frustrated, I thought I’d call a local provider. After searching the net and other California resources, I narrowed my search down to two. A cutie named Tiffany, with multiple good reviews over the last year or so (for what they’re worth), and a girl named Keanu who looked pretty hot in her pics. Warning: If it looks too good to be true, then it usually is. Fortunately for me, I smelled this coming a mile away. Tiffany wasn’t available so I called Keanu. She arrives an hour later. Nothing like the picture (bad sign #1). Much much older, and quite honestly, not pleasant on the eyes. She looked like she went 3 rounds with Tyson and kept asking for more. But she did have an outstanding body. So thinking with my little head, I decide to pursue this a little further. After the formalities of verification, she asks for the money upfront (bad sign #2). I explain to her that I don’t work that way and that she WILL be compensated. I ask what her “rules” are. I get a response of “well, first we chat, I get to know you, I do a little dance, then we see where it goes.” (bad sign #3). I had hats on top of the night stand. She nervously asks that I put them away (bad sign #4). Getting a bad sense of what’s about to happen, I tell her that I changed my mind, I hand her 50 for her trouble. She gets upset and starts yelling. I tell her to calm down or I’ll call security. Apparently, she had her own security right outside the door. They came knocking. I picked up the phone, called the front desk, asked for security to rush to my room. And by the time they got there, little miss bait and switch and her bodyguard left.
Next stop on my adventures? The strip club scene. Using the vast resources of the internet, I find listings for every strip club in Anaheim. There are 5 worth mentioning. 4 of which I visited. “Fritz that too” is a topless club on the outskirts of disney’s location. Nice club. Great looking girls. I’d have to compare them to Scores or Tens in NYC but without the $2000 a night price tag. The place is somewhat quiet. I’m joined by Elizabeth. A gorgeous 5’11’’ natural red head with an outstanding body. We chit chatted for a while over drinks. She convinces me into a lapdance. I ask what the rules are in California. She says “you can’t touch with your hands” and winks at me. Then she says “I’m sure you’ll figure it out and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”. Well, I wasn’t allowed to touch her with my hands but my mouth was open for business. She nuzzled her huge natural DD breasts into my face ansd insisted that I suck on them. She bent over on several occasions and I enjoyed some very tasty DATY on her. I asked if she did “private shows” to which she stated her boyfriend wouldn’t allow it. Too bad, I could have had some serious fun with her.
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Let it be known that the hobbyists in southern California are in desperate need of quality service. It’s a sad state of affairs folks. During a recent visit to Anaheim, my experiences were horrifying at best.
After a dead end plea for assistance from brethren on UG, I went to Cali completely blind. Armed with my social grace and hobbying knowledge of the NY/NJ area, I went to to explore the world of California hobbying. Warning: It ain’t pretty. Read the rest at your own risk:
First stop, the MP scene. I picked up a copy of the local rag and quickly found the “adult services” section of the classified. Overall, it was slim pickings. I called a dozen or so different locations. Pricing is similar to NY- .5-.6 per hour plus tip. In search of one that offered table shower, I found one that offered “body shampoo”. After getting the address, I found the location. I won’t offer the name of the establishment. Quite honestly, a – it’s not worth visiting, b – They all have the same name “Golden Spa”. Every MP in Anaheim is called “Golden Spa”. As I walked in, there are 6-7 vietnamese girls sitting on cushions on the floor. I’m asked if I want a massage. I say yes. I asked about a shower and givin a “yeah, sure….”. I’m escorted into a room, followed by a gentlemen in a lab coat. He has a chart and starts asking me medical questions. I play along and he says, the therapist will be in shortly. A cute young girl walks in with a low cut top and tight “cameltoe” spandex pants. I’ll save you the pathetic details of my quest to get in her pants. A long story short – no shower, no shampoo, and all I got was a lame ass massage and thrown out afterwards for suggesting anything.
Frustrated, I thought I’d call a local provider. After searching the net and other California resources, I narrowed my search down to two. A cutie named Tiffany, with multiple good reviews over the last year or so (for what they’re worth), and a girl named Keanu who looked pretty hot in her pics. Warning: If it looks too good to be true, then it usually is. Fortunately for me, I smelled this coming a mile away. Tiffany wasn’t available so I called Keanu. She arrives an hour later. Nothing like the picture (bad sign #1). Much much older, and quite honestly, not pleasant on the eyes. She looked like she went 3 rounds with Tyson and kept asking for more. But she did have an outstanding body. So thinking with my little head, I decide to pursue this a little further. After the formalities of verification, she asks for the money upfront (bad sign #2). I explain to her that I don’t work that way and that she WILL be compensated. I ask what her “rules” are. I get a response of “well, first we chat, I get to know you, I do a little dance, then we see where it goes.” (bad sign #3). I had hats on top of the night stand. She nervously asks that I put them away (bad sign #4). Getting a bad sense of what’s about to happen, I tell her that I changed my mind, I hand her 50 for her trouble. She gets upset and starts yelling. I tell her to calm down or I’ll call security. Apparently, she had her own security right outside the door. They came knocking. I picked up the phone, called the front desk, asked for security to rush to my room. And by the time they got there, little miss bait and switch and her bodyguard left.
Next stop on my adventures? The strip club scene. Using the vast resources of the internet, I find listings for every strip club in Anaheim. There are 5 worth mentioning. 4 of which I visited. “Fritz that too” is a topless club on the outskirts of disney’s location. Nice club. Great looking girls. I’d have to compare them to Scores or Tens in NYC but without the $2000 a night price tag. The place is somewhat quiet. I’m joined by Elizabeth. A gorgeous 5’11’’ natural red head with an outstanding body. We chit chatted for a while over drinks. She convinces me into a lapdance. I ask what the rules are in California. She says “you can’t touch with your hands” and winks at me. Then she says “I’m sure you’ll figure it out and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”. Well, I wasn’t allowed to touch her with my hands but my mouth was open for business. She nuzzled her huge natural DD breasts into my face ansd insisted that I suck on them. She bent over on several occasions and I enjoyed some very tasty DATY on her. I asked if she did “private shows” to which she stated her boyfriend wouldn’t allow it. Too bad, I could have had some serious fun with her.
(continued in next post......)