I had a meeting in Manhattan about a month ago, and had set up a session with someone new via one of my old reliable madams. Unfortunately, a flight got cancelled, travel plans had to be changed, and I found out the morning of our meeting that it was not to be. Also, unfortunately, the little head still wanted a meeting. So I called a few of the internet agencies that advertise in the back of New York Magazine. The woman at Mona Lisa Models told me that they weren’t accepting new clients this summer. The woman at Victorian wanted to do more verification than I was comfortable with. The woman at NY Cover Girls was very accommodating: “Four-thirty? Sure. Who do you want to see? Have you looked at the web site? Stephanie? Yes, Stephanie is working this afternoon. Call me back from the lobby of the [specified] Hotel, on [street] between [avenue] and [avenue] and I’ll give you her room. The fee is $600.”
The url for American Beauties is:
http://www.nycovergirls.com/
Stephanie’s pics can be found here:
http://www.nycovergirls.com/nycover?page=next&start_id=262&end_id=252&girl_id=247&page_num=1
As you can see from the link, Stephanie is described and pictured as a beautiful brunette from Holland.
When I called back at 4:20, I was told that “Her class ran late today, and Stephanie has just gotten to the room. She’d like a few minutes to freshen up – can you wait until five?” I told her sure, but that Stephanie would have to meet me in the lobby because the hotel had a guy at the entrance to the elevator banks, and was only allowing people with room keys to pass.
At five after five, a tall pretty blonde walked up to me and asked me if I was Jim. “No, I’m Don. Are you Stephanie?” She said she was, and we went up to the room. Stephanie was very attractive, but was definitely not the girl pictured on the site.
“So, where are you from?” I asked. “I live Los Angeles,” she replied.
“No, I mean originally.”
“Switzerland.”
I’ve been to both Holland and Switzerland, and over the last decade several people from the former Soviet Union have worked for me. Stephanie had an accent that was definitely acquired a lot closer to Moscow than either Amsterdam or Zurich.
The room was pretty hot, but when I asked Stephanie if I could turn on the AC, she told “pleeze no, I get sick if room too cold.” I decided to take a shower. The hotel was a tired older building, and the bathroom was tiny. So, at the end of the shower, the bathroom was hotter and steamier than a sauna. The next challenge was that there was only one small, thin towel. So, I came out of the shower very damp and very hot. I was wondering why I bothered to shower.
“You are feeling better now, no?” Stephanie asked. “All refreshed? Lie down here. I massage your back.” I figured what the hell, the bed sheets will probably do a better job of drying me off than the pathetic excuse for a towel that I had wrapped around my waist. I let the towel drop to the floor, and sprawled out on the bed face down. Stephanie stripped too and climbed on the bed between my legs, on her knees. She started rubbing me gently, and she felt pretty good, even though it didn’t resemble any massage I ever got. After a minute or two she started caressing my balls, and suggested I turn over.
What followed was forgettable. First, an unenthusiastic cbj, for another minute or two. Next she climbed on me, cowgirl, and rode me quite nicely for another couple of minutes. I suggested we turn over, so missionary was our next stop. That’s when I found out “Sorry. No kissing. Please.” Weirdly, I was thinking to myself ‘What shitty value. $600 for a cbj, no kissing, a hot house room, a lousy towel, but damn what a smoking body and damn she feels great.’ I pumped hard for a few minutes, got plenty of aerobic exercise, got my rocks off, showered again, admired her beautiful body again while I got dressed, and left. Total time in the room, including 2 showers and all the “action” was probably under 30 minutes. I debated telling her how she could improve her customer service, but it was obvious she didn’t give a shit, so I decided against it. Net assessment: would have been an acceptable commercial experience at $200 or $250, but this agency clearly believes that a fantastic body justifies an enormous premium. Her face was pretty but not a knock-out (maybe a 6 or 7 on a “real world” scale). Her body was flawless. I’d guess she is about 5’9, 115 lbs, 34C-22-33, with beautiful smooth and soft skin, and the attitude of a park bench. I won’t be repeating with this agency.
Score:
donQ’s little head -- plus 1
donQ -- negative 600.
The url for American Beauties is:
http://www.nycovergirls.com/
Stephanie’s pics can be found here:
http://www.nycovergirls.com/nycover?page=next&start_id=262&end_id=252&girl_id=247&page_num=1
As you can see from the link, Stephanie is described and pictured as a beautiful brunette from Holland.
When I called back at 4:20, I was told that “Her class ran late today, and Stephanie has just gotten to the room. She’d like a few minutes to freshen up – can you wait until five?” I told her sure, but that Stephanie would have to meet me in the lobby because the hotel had a guy at the entrance to the elevator banks, and was only allowing people with room keys to pass.
At five after five, a tall pretty blonde walked up to me and asked me if I was Jim. “No, I’m Don. Are you Stephanie?” She said she was, and we went up to the room. Stephanie was very attractive, but was definitely not the girl pictured on the site.
“So, where are you from?” I asked. “I live Los Angeles,” she replied.
“No, I mean originally.”
“Switzerland.”
I’ve been to both Holland and Switzerland, and over the last decade several people from the former Soviet Union have worked for me. Stephanie had an accent that was definitely acquired a lot closer to Moscow than either Amsterdam or Zurich.
The room was pretty hot, but when I asked Stephanie if I could turn on the AC, she told “pleeze no, I get sick if room too cold.” I decided to take a shower. The hotel was a tired older building, and the bathroom was tiny. So, at the end of the shower, the bathroom was hotter and steamier than a sauna. The next challenge was that there was only one small, thin towel. So, I came out of the shower very damp and very hot. I was wondering why I bothered to shower.
“You are feeling better now, no?” Stephanie asked. “All refreshed? Lie down here. I massage your back.” I figured what the hell, the bed sheets will probably do a better job of drying me off than the pathetic excuse for a towel that I had wrapped around my waist. I let the towel drop to the floor, and sprawled out on the bed face down. Stephanie stripped too and climbed on the bed between my legs, on her knees. She started rubbing me gently, and she felt pretty good, even though it didn’t resemble any massage I ever got. After a minute or two she started caressing my balls, and suggested I turn over.
What followed was forgettable. First, an unenthusiastic cbj, for another minute or two. Next she climbed on me, cowgirl, and rode me quite nicely for another couple of minutes. I suggested we turn over, so missionary was our next stop. That’s when I found out “Sorry. No kissing. Please.” Weirdly, I was thinking to myself ‘What shitty value. $600 for a cbj, no kissing, a hot house room, a lousy towel, but damn what a smoking body and damn she feels great.’ I pumped hard for a few minutes, got plenty of aerobic exercise, got my rocks off, showered again, admired her beautiful body again while I got dressed, and left. Total time in the room, including 2 showers and all the “action” was probably under 30 minutes. I debated telling her how she could improve her customer service, but it was obvious she didn’t give a shit, so I decided against it. Net assessment: would have been an acceptable commercial experience at $200 or $250, but this agency clearly believes that a fantastic body justifies an enormous premium. Her face was pretty but not a knock-out (maybe a 6 or 7 on a “real world” scale). Her body was flawless. I’d guess she is about 5’9, 115 lbs, 34C-22-33, with beautiful smooth and soft skin, and the attitude of a park bench. I won’t be repeating with this agency.
Score:
donQ’s little head -- plus 1
donQ -- negative 600.
