Monday, November 19, 2012

one day in the life of a street girl

I have had a terrible nights sleep. Been shaking and not feeling very well. I wake up to breakfast. A 10 bag of heroin. This will make me well enough so I can go out and make some money. If I haven't had to luxury of buying a 10 for the morning I will cook up all the used filters I have from previous fixes.

(When you inject heroin you add the brown powder to water and boil it up. You add citric and you will put a filter in it. You will suck all the juice through the filter so you filter the bad stuff out of it.) So when I don't have money I will recook all the filters I have saved. Its not as effective but it will get me out of trouble if not for a short while.

I found it difficult to inject this morning. I was shaky and trying my best not to miss the vein. I'm not hungry, but I eat a few pieces of chocolate to get some energy. I get dressed with the idea of trying to make money. My first idea is ask if I can borrow some money to get me through the day and then later I can earn money prostituting and can repay the money. Due to lack of credit I'm unable to ask anyone.

I go shop lifting during the day. I walk into Croydon and try and get whatever I can. There is a friend I have who will take anything I get. He pays me a quarter of the value price and he sells it on at half price.

Today I got 12 pairs of shoes from Next and after I got that I walked into Argos and they had on display Lawn Mowers. I got 1 of them too. All in all in made £70 this morning. I have to pay back £30 I borrowed from my friend. With the remaining £40 I plan to get crack and heroin.

You can get crack and heroin in 10 or 20 bags. Some dealers will sell you a 20 rock and a 10 bag of heroin for £25. To them this is still profit because once you have your first hit of crack you won't want to stop. Their gear from these sort of dealers isn't top quality. I prefer to get my white (crack) in powder form and wash it myself.

Washing meaning washing it up with bicarb to turn it into crack. Its a simple process. The cocaine powder will be on a spoon. A small amount of bicarb is added as well as a few drops of ammonia. (Please do not think I am trying to teach anyone how to do it because I wouldn't encourage anyone to live the life I lead). This mixture is then heated and stirred slowly. The crack with harden against the cold metal implement used to stir the mixture.

I'm unable to buy the powder form right now because I don't have enough money. I stick with getting a 20 rock and 10 brown for 25 and also buy an extra 10 brown for later. With the remaining £5 I buy some tobacco and 4 energy drinks.

There is a well known crack house in Croydon that I can buy gear from. I make my way there. Crack houses are not glamorous places and I wouldn't wish this environment on anyone. I walk in, its cold, people are sitting on the floor. It doesn't smell particularly nice and all eyes are on me. I'm under the illusion I may be the only person who has cash right now.

Everyone is asking me for a roll up and I'm happy to share. I'm looking forward to my buzz so I'm not really concerned. I'm a bit shaky and not feeling great at the minute. My poison is given to me from my devil. I always carry my own equipment with me. My crack pipe, my pins, my syringes, clean tissue and sterile wipes.

I smoke the crack first and then my heroin. My one and only love. I do start to feel better but I'm craving more crack now. I take a walk to my friends house who lives just behind Surrey Street market. She's a prostitute and works from AdultWork. She takes crack and smokes heroin. Luckily she never progressed to injecting.

She has some crack and we have a smoke. On the promise that I will help her when she has nothing. My friend sells her body to feed her habit. She charges £150 for an hour and £100 for half an hour. She offers extras such as anal, BB (bareback), CIM, OWO and facials. Today she has a particular kind of request. The gentleman wants 2 girls for watersports. She said I had come at just the right time! She calls the client back and he takes the details and will arrive soon.

While we wait she let's me use her shower and I freshen up. I give her an energy drink and we relax watching Loose Women waiting for him to arrive. He soon arrives. He has agreed to pay 250 for half an hour with 2 girls including watersports. She will pay me 100 for joining in.

He's an Asian man, in his fifties. He's in a business suit and has arrived in a nice car. He seems nervous. I feel for him. It must be intimidating for him to come alone. He's entering someone else's house so he must be feeling nervous. My friend goes away to count the money so I chat to him.

My friend soon arrives and we get down to business. He wants me and my friend to kiss to turn him on. We oblige. He touches us for a short while and soon he starts to wank. He says he will come soon. We move him into the bath. He lays down in the bath and continues to wank. While he is doing that me friend and I urinate on him. He soon cums and asks to have a shower. He leaves shortly after.

With the money I have made I decide to buy more drugs. I go back to the crackhouse. I also buy some credit for my phone. The day progresses like this til evening. This is when I start to prostitute. I am free to take punters to the crackhouse. They don't mind and as long as I am still buying drugs its ok. If I am lucky I may get another call from my friend and work with her if not I have to work on the streets.

The chemist that I get my clean syringes from also gives me condoms for free. On this particular night I'm not waiting too long for a punter. I jump in the car and the man explains that he wants to insert his tongue into me. He offers me £20. I am happy for him to do this. Its quick and pretty painless. By this time I buy a 20 crack and use my 10 brown that I have saved from earlier.

Soon after I am back on the street and I am approached by a man standing at a bus stop. He says he wanted a blow job. I asked him for £40 but he is only prepared to pay 30. I accept his offer. I gave him the condom and performed my service. I still know I need at least 1 more job to get enough gear to see me through the remainder of the night and one for the morning.

The last punter is a young man. He's probably early 20s. He asks can I come back to his house and have sex in his shower. He will pay me £50 for 15 mins. He lived in Purley. We drove to his house and we got into the shower. He covered me in shower gel and asked could he wash my hair which he did. He started to play with my clit and asked what turned me on. Soon he picked me up and we had quick heated sex against the wall of the shower.

I was happy I had made £50 and he gave me a lift home. I gave a call to a dealer and he arranged to meet me outside my home. I got my gear and I went indoors. I relaxed and watched some TV. Before bed I had my last little treat. My heroin. Ready to do the same again tomorrow.

not forgotten

Thursday, November 8, 2012

life of a street girl

I always remember being happy as a child up until I was about 12. My mother and father separated when I was about one and I lived with my Mum and saw my Dad regularly. I lived in a nice house. My Mum drove a nice car.

My Mum started work in a cafe. She met a man who was a heroin addict. He came into the cafe one day with his son and didn't have any money to buy food but had explained he was hungry. The type of person my mum is, she gave them food. A relationship started and everything changed.

Violence started almost immediately. My Mum one day came to collect me from school and I noticed she had bruising on her face as well as little cuts. I also noticed we got on the bus instead of in my Mum’s car. I could only have been about nine but I remember my Mum telling me what he had done. He tied her to a chair and was mentally torturing her. He took out an injection he used for his heroin and started to stab himself violently in his arm. This is all I can remember about that particular beating. She wasn't badly hurt. The beatings would become worse.

I remember my mother at this point was starting to become depressed. I remember her seeing a doctor and sitting behind her listening to her telling the doctor how she was sexually abused by a neighbour when she was young. Her drinking increased dramatically and I remember her crying a lot.

He was then sentenced to prison for stabbing a man. I remember my Mum got better while he wasn't there. Not crying so much not drinking so much. My Mum had lost the car and we had been handed an eviction notice from our landlord. My uncle had a 2 bedroom flat not far away. We moved in there.

Shortly after moving in Mum’s boyfriend was released from prison and almost immediately moved in. I would sit in my bedroom watching movies while he would take heroin and crack with his brother and my Mum in the lounge. I hated being there. I would go and stay with my auntie to avoid going home. When I did go home, Mum would have a black eye and the place would be really dirty. Empty beers cans would be all over the floor. My Mum would stay in her bedroom lights off with a black eye. If she was unlucky she would have two black eyes and a split lip.

I would sometimes stay at home thinking I could protect her. I was wrong. He would still beat her and he would do the same to me. He would also touch me indecently and rub himself against me. While they were high I would regularly hear them having sex.

I would continually say to Mum please let's leave. She wouldn't. She would say this is my home. I begged her continuously to leave. Eventually I stopped asking.

It was at this time when I was about 15 that I started to leave the house when the beatings started. A road near to me used to be littered with prostitutes and drug dealers. After a while the girls would talk to me because they would see me so often. They would ask why I'm out so late. In general everyone was pretty nice to me.

I knew what the girls did for their profession and I know it was to feed their drug addiction but I was used to drugs at home so I wasn't so affected by it.

I was planning to go abroad with my Dad, his wife and my sisters. My Dad said I should being a hundred pounds for spending money. I knew I could not get the money from Mum. I decided I would sleep with someone for a hundred pounds. A lot of money I thought. I wasn't selling myself for next to nothing. I was going to do it for one hundred British pounds. I didn't go about it the same way my friends on the street did, I went onto a dating site on my phone and asked “Does anyone want sex for cash?”. One man replied. My Mum was in her room. I opened the door and let him in. I made sure he used a condom and the experience was pretty painless and quick. He lay on top of me and grunted for a short time.

To me, I thought easy money! My pride has not been affected with me having to see Dad without the hundred pounds. From then on whenever I needed money I prostituted myself. At this point I started to take cocaine. At first I was snorting it. It made me feel good. I was an adult. I didn't have to go home and listen to my Mum being beaten. As long as I had cocaine I could stay out and up all night and I could forget everything.

One difference was, my friends didn't snort they smoked cocaine. Eventually I was to try it. It didn't affect me straight away. It made me high but I didn't chase the buzz.

Mum was at home one day and for whatever reason her boyfriend decided he wanted to kill my Mum. He had a good go at it. After one of my benders, smoking crack all night and drinking brandy I went home. My Mum was lying on the floor, face down. The floor was completely covered in blood. My Mum was unrecognisable. He ended up going to prison for attempted murder. Luckily Mum didn't die.

The things that happened that night affected me and still do. I started to smoke crack more regularly. To try and take the images out of my mind of what he had done to her. I also started smoking heroin. I loved the sensation of crack. It was an upper. It had a fantastic buzz. But the problem with it is you feel an anxious nervous feeling while you are coming down. The only thing you can think to take that feeling away is have another hit. But then you are spending so much money. This is when I would use heroin. Heroin is a downer. It makes you a bit dopey, sleepy. This is good because when you smoke crack you stay awake. Heroin will make you tired and take away that anxious feeling.

After smoking heroin for a few days your body starts to need it. When you don't have heroin you become ill. Vomiting, diarrhoea, cramps, sweats. In order to get rid of that you have to medicate yourself with more heroin. Not before long, smoking doesn't take away these symptoms and you have to inject. Currently I am injecting. Not always. I am on a methadone programme and it is only when I'm feeling weak and I buy heroin do I inject myself. I smoke crack all day long.

When I do inject I have to inject into my groin. I regularly work as a prostitute to fund my habit and still I don't make enough. Currently I'm on a methadone programme and awaiting for funding for rehab. I will detox for 4 weeks followed by 3 months rehabilitation.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

in search of the perfect Chinese massage

On Tuesday this week I went to Chinatown. Someone had given me the name of a Chinese girl who he likes and has recommended. She is called **** and she works at a place called Love Health in Shaftesbury Avenue. I looked for Love Health but was a bit confused because it seems to have changed it's name to Lasting Health. It is at number 65.

I wasn't sure if I was at the right place but I went in and said 'Is **** here today?' to the person behind the counter. I was told that the young woman standing there is ****. **** is tall and slender, and she was wearing a short black dress that made her look very sexy. She has quite a nice face too. I paid for a half hour massage, which I think was £25.

**** showed me into a small room with a massage table. The room is a bit grotty, the whole place is a bit seedy. I got undressed and lay face down on the massage table. **** came in and we began. I can understand why some people would like ****, but I wasn't feeling turned on. When the time came for her to ask me if I wanted her to masturbate me, I told her not today. I said I would come back another time and we could have an hour together and we would do it then.

She told me she doesn't do anything else apart from masturbation. She said she doesn't take her dress off. But that might be just what she told me.

I walked around Chinatown and Soho, and bought some lunch in Berwick Street market. Someone else had given me a recommendation. ****** at San Ling, 50 Goodge Street. I am not that familiar with Goodge Street, and it's a bit of a walk from Soho and Chinatown, but I thought I would try it. When I went in to the place there was a man and a young woman sitting behind the counter.

I said to the man 'Is ****** here today?'. He said that she isn't. I said 'What days does ****** do?'. He said that ****** has gone away for a while. I looked a the girl and she said 'I'll give you a massage!' and giggled. I decided not to though. Before I walked out of the place I said to her 'You're *****, aren't you?'. She said she was. I said 'I have been with you before' and 'I'll wait for ****** to get back'. I was in two minds about it, I had forgotten how pretty ***** is.

A couple of weeks ago I had been to this place. The girl had taken me into one of the rooms. I was quite pleased, she is young and pretty. After some massage she asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me. I said yes but that I only had £20. She started playing with my willy and hitched up her top, showing her breasts and encouraging me to fondle them. After she had been wanking me for a while, to my surprise she bent over and put my cock in her mouth and sucked. I don't know if she was encouraging me to come, or if she just felt like it. I hadn't asked for it and she hadn't put a condom on.

She had told me then that her name is ****, and the man who had recommended the place said he thinks she is also called *****. I enjoyed my time with ****/*****, it was a nice experience, but I hadn't managed to orgasm with her. There are two or three of these places in Goodge Street, and it seems to be quite a short street. People have no idea what goes on in these places.

So on Tuesday I was wandering round, wondering where I should go next. I had turned **** down and turned ***** down. I thought that I will go back to Goodge Street in a few week's time. If ****** is there I will go with her. If ****** is not there but ***** is, then I will go with *****. Then I remembered that there is a place that I have thought of checking out. Not because it has been recommended, but because I have seen it often as it is opposite my bus stop in Holborn. It always looked so plush, so one day when I was waiting for the X68 I crossed to road and asked if they did massage.

I thought it would be an interesting experience whatever happened and although I wasn't sure they did 'happy endings' I went there. It is called Gin Sen. When I went in there was a very young woman who looked about 17 behind the counter. She was wearing a white coat like a doctor. I said I would like half an hour massage and I think it was £30. I thought if she is going to massage me that will be good.

She took me along a corridor and then stopped. She shouted 'Cece! I've got a half hour massage for you'. She encouraged me to continue along the corridor. I was expecting a Chinese woman, but instead there was a tall blonde woman, who looked and sounded as if she could be Scandinavian. I went into the room with her. It is just as plush behind the scenes as it is at the front. The room was quite large and nice, and warm.

Cece was quite attractive but she wasn't wearing a sexy short dress so she wasn't an immediate turn on. Also she seemed quite businesslike and didn't smile. She asked me what sort of massage I wanted, she said that with a half hour massage she usually does just the neck and shoulders, but she will massage me where I want. I didn't feel that I could tell her that what I really wanted is hand relief.

She went out of the room and I took my clothes off and got onto the massage table. I thought it would probably be best for me to keep my underpants on. Cece came in and started on my shoulders. I asked her what her name is and she said people call her Cece (I don't know how she would spell that) which is a contraction of her real name. I said 'Would you mind if I asked you what part of the world you come from?'. She is Serbian, which surprised me.

She didn't seem to want to have a conversation, so I just enjoyed the massage. It was different from other massages that I have had, it felt different and was almost painful at times. She seemed very professional about what she was doing. After about 10 minutes there was a knock on the door. Cece went to the door and talked to someone. She told me she had to go, and I think she hadn't realized that someone had booked her at a particular time. I thought what she said was that a Chinese girl would come in and continue the massage, but I wasn't sure.

I turned onto my back, lay there on the table for a few minutes, and decided that I would take my underpants off and cover myself with the towel that was there. Another few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door. A Chinese woman came in. She looked about 30 years old and was quite plump. She wasn't pretty, but was quite sweet. She started to massage me, moving the towel so that my penis was uncovered. I started to get an erection. After a few minutes she pointed at my willy and asked me if I wanted her to massage me here. I said yes. She wanted £30, but I told her I only had £20. She said she would do it. She didn't look happy about what she was doing, but she seemed eager to please.

I did ask her what her name is, but I have forgotten. She didn't speak English very well. She put some oil on her hands and started wanking me. I got an erection almost straight away, and she moved her hand up and down my cock. I didn't feel as if I was going to be able to come like this, and I put my hand on my willy and started wanking myself while she stood next to me. I still didn't feel that I was going to be able to come this way, and I tried to think of a good sexual fantasy that would make me more aroused. It was only when I concentrated on one particular secret sexual fantasy that I felt something is beginning to happen and if I keep going I am going to come.

I wanked myself furiously while the Chinese woman stroked my legs and my chest. Eventually I felt a rush of pleasure, my body contracted in spasms and I ejaculated copiously. I lay back on the table and looked at the Chinese woman. She used lots of absorbent paper to mop up the semen from my belly. Then she said she would get a hot towel for me. She went out of the room and came back with a hot wet towel, wiping my belly, chest and legs with it. I had been with this woman for what must have been more than half an hour.

When I got up I went over to my clothes, took out my wallet and gave the woman a £20 note and then a £5 note. I was pleased with her and wanted to reward her. That was all the money that I had in my wallet. As I was walking along the corridor on my way out, a young woman in her 20s was being shown along the corridor. She would probably be going to get acupuncture or massage for medicinal purposes. I thought she probably doesn't have a clue that men are getting wanked off in these rooms. I wondered if anyone like her might ever wonder if she can smell semen when she's getting her treatment. I wondered what she would think if she knew what goes on in there, and if it might be a turn-on for her, or a turn-off. I could imagine that for a woman it could be a secret sexual fantasy to be a Chinese girl holding a man's erection in her hand and wanking him off.

On Tuesday I went to perhaps the grottiest Chinese medical establishment that I had been in, and then to the most luxurious one I had been in. I hadn't expected to have an orgasm that day, often I am unable to do so even though I want to. I always have fun even when I don't manage to come, and on Tuesday I had more fun than I had expected.

I have removed the names of the women who offered me a sexual service. They probably would not like to have their names mentioned. When I thought only a few people would read this post I wasn't bothered, but I noticed that anytime anyone Googles the words chinese massage happy ending soho then this post comes up on the first page. So more people are reading this than I realized.

UPDATE: I went to Gin Sen again. I thought I was in luck when the young pretty girl on reception offered to massage me because they were busy. She wasn't the same pretty young girl on reception as before. However, I just got a straight massage with no offer of a 'happy ending' or anything else. I was on my front the whole of the half hour and I didn't even get a chance to look at her let alone talk to her and ask her her name. So I can't recommend Gin Sen. It's likely that you won't get anything sexual there, just a straight massage.

Lasting Health has closed down.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Jazmin, Nicki and Anna

In my last post I told you about my time with Sammy and Petra, my evening with erotic dancer Samantha Bailey, and how I tried to find out more about Jazmin. In this post I encounter Jazmin, take a look at Nicki, get a massage from a lovely Chinese woman, and spend some time with Anna.

I knew that Jazmin was meant to be at 18 Newport Court on Friday last week. I wanted to get there early. If Jazmin is the same girl as Kim then she might try to snog me. Kim had tried to snog me but I had avoided that because she also did oral sex without a condom and let men come in her mouth. I didn't want to snog a girl who had recently sucked off several men. If I was her first customer of the day, however, that would be a different matter.

I got to the flats sometime after 11am. The door was open, and there was the name of a girl inside the door. Jazmin's name wasn't there. There should be the name's of the two girls working there that day inside the doorway. I went up to the first floor and knocked on the door. Someone from the floor above shouted down that nobody is there yet. She wanted me to go up to her flat, but I told her I wanted to see Jazmin. She said call back about midday.

I came back just after 12 but someone had got there before me. A man was in the flat with Jazmin and the maid asked me to wait outside the door while she went down to the ground floor to put Jazmin's name sign up. I was waiting quite a while there at the top of the stairs. Eventually the maid came back up, let us into the flat, and apologised for keeping me waiting. She said that a girl called Nicky who had formerly worked there had called by and they had a chat.

Inside the flat the maid asked me to sit down and told me that Nicky had said that where she's working there's a woman who offers anal sex cheaply and it's difficult for her to compete with that. She offered me the Sun newspaper and we talked about Prince Harry and his nude escapades in Las Vegas. She was very friendly and talkative.

Then Jazmin became free and I went into the bedroom with her. I said I would like oral sex, and she said that will be £30. Oral sex at Soho walk ups is usually £20, but I gave her the £30 she had asked for. It can create a bad atmosphere to question prices, and also I was hoping for something more than the standard oral sex on offer at other walk ups. She went out of the room and I could hear her chatting to the maid about Nicky.

I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, waiting for Jazmin to come back. Unlike other sex workers in Soho, she was not wearing any alluring glamour wear, just a bra and knickers that didn't match. She had blonde hair with dark roots. I knew for sure that she was Kim who used to work in Greek Street.

Jazmin came back into the room and got onto the bed with me, still in her bra and knickers. She put the end of my cock part way into her mouth but didn't suck much. She did this a few times and after what seemed like three minutes she told me my time was up. I told her my time can't be up yet but she insisted that it was. She'd been cold and unfriendly from the beginning. It was like her attitude was 'What are you going to do about it?'.

She really hadn't made any effort at all and had given an appalling service. I have never been with a woman who has been like this. I don't know what her problem is. When I had seen her before at Greek Street I had enjoyed my time with her. She's young and pretty, will do oral sex without a condom and might let you come in her mouth, but she doesn't make any effort. I don't think she even knows what to do.

So, if you see Jazmin, you might enjoy the experience more than with other prostitutes in Soho. Or you might not enjoy it at all.

Newport Court is in Chinatown and I had a wander around. In Gerrard Street I was approached by an attractive Chinese woman with leaflets in her hand outside the Everwell Chinese medical centre. She asked me if I would like a massage. Usually I ignore these women, but this one was lovely. I asked her the price and told her I might come back later. She gave me a leaflet.

In Wardour Street I passed the doorway where I had seen a very young very pretty girl offering massage but she wasn't there. I walked along Berwick Street past the street market. At 70A Berwick Street I had a look to see who was there that day. Nicki is someone I had not seen before, so I thought I might try her. I went up to the flat, and the maid showed me into the bedroom.

Nicki came in, wearing not much. She is tall and slender, with dark hair. I wouldn't say she's pretty though, not like Monica, Lisa, Eva and Sammy who also work here. I asked her about hand relief and she said she only does it with a condom or with gloves. I didn't fancy that so I told her that's not really what I'm looking for and I left.

I went back to Gerrard Street where the attractive Chinese woman was still there. I told her I would like a massage and she took me into the medical centre. I paid £25 at the till for my half hour massage, and she led me down some stairs. We went into a room with a massage table covered in paper. She put some Chinese music on, asked me to get undressed and lie face down on the table, and went out of the room.

When she returned she massaged my shoulders and back and worked her way down. When it was time for me to turn over I could get a better look at her and talk to her. I asked her her name, but I don't want to tell you because she might not like that. She has a nice face, looks in her 20s, and is quite short. I didn't know if I was going to get anything sexual from her, it can be a bit hit-or-miss at these places.

She asked me if I wanted her to wank me and I said yes. She said that would be an extra £20. She said that she could take her dress off for another £20, and that it would be better for me. I only had an extra £20. She took her dress off anyway, although she kept her knickers on. She started wanking me and after a while got onto the table with me and moved my cock up and down between her slippery breasts.

I liked her a lot and I might go and see her again. She's prepared to put in the effort and knows how to please a man. I don't think her heart is in it though, unlike other oriental women at this kind of place. She seemed a bit desperate.

Still later that day I decided I would see Anna at 8 Greek Street. The elderly French maid greeted me like an old friend, saying that it's been too long since she'd last seen me. When Anna walked into the room I thought she's very sexy. She's tall with dark black hair. I didn't want to get on top of her and shag her. I wanted her to lie on the bed so that I could look at her and play with myself.

She looked as if she couldn't quite understand why I wanted to do this. I said "I just like to look at beautiful women". She said "I'm not". I asked her what she meant. She said "I'm not beautiful!". I told her I thought she was. She looked in the the large mirror on the wall and said "Look at me. I'm not beautiful!". I thought I've got another strange one here. I'm not saying that Anna is a stunner, but she's of above average attractiveness.

I don't think I will see Anna or Nicki again. Some men might find them just what they wanted, but they're not for me. I will definitely never see Jazmin again. I think I will see the lovely Chinese lady again. Although it was a very strange day for me on Friday last week I got something out of it.

the doorway of the walk up at 8 Greek Street
note the names of the 2 women there that day

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Sammy, Petra, Jazmin and Anna

On Wednesday last week I went into Soho and I saw Sammy at 70A Berwick Street. I had loved Eva, Lisa and Monica at this place so I wanted to try Sammy who has only been there a few weeks. Sammy is lovely too. She's not as raunchy as Eva or as beautiful as Lisa but she's very nice.

Sammy has dark hair and a pretty face. She's intelligent and very friendly. I decided I wanted to fuck her and then in the last few minutes we had a cuddle. I asked her if it is true that she used to be an accountant. She looked surprised and asked me how did I know. I told her that someone had mentioned it on the Internet.

Afterwards I went into an Internet cafe and looked at the PunterNet forum. I was intrigued when someone said that Jazmin at 18 Newport Court is the same girl as Kim who used to be at 8 Greek Street. She has changed her hair from brunette to blonde but it is the same girl. I was intrigued because Kim had been unique in Soho. Kim used to not only have oral sex without a condom, but also to have the man come in her mouth. She would not ask for extra payment for this.

Her behaviour was strange. She would try to snog the man, and if he didn't want this then she would poke her tongue out at him. I experienced this myself. I had seen her twice. Someone said he had seen her leaning out the window and trying to talk to people in the street. You might think she is a bit mad but it seems she is just very immature and unprofessional. She looks like a teenager and she behaves like one.

She is quite a pretty girl and tall, so I thought I might like to see her again. I looked on the Soho Walk Ups wikipage to see when she would be there. It said Tuesday, Friday and Sunday but I knew that it can be inaccurate. I was just round the corner from Newport Court so I went there. As I was going up the stairs the maid came up behind me. I asked her what days Jazmin does and she said that I should ask Lisa because she is Jazmin's sister and can tell me all about her.

When we got into the flat Lisa was with a customer and the maid said I should wait. I didn't want to do that, I thought she probably wasn't telling me the truth, that she just wanted me to have sex with Lisa.

Later on that afternoon I decided I might as well go and see Lisa as I hadn't been seen her before. However, I went up one floor too many and saw Petra instead. I told the maid I was looking for Lisa and she said Lisa is busy and I should see Petra. I thought this maid probably wasn't telling me the truth either but it didn't really matter.

Petra is tall and has a nice body. She is friendly and has the right attitude but she's not pretty. I asked her what she had been doing that day and she told me about all the things she likes to do with men. She was wanking me then I was wanking myself. She lay beside me but the other way round so I could see her pussy. She had her legs wide apart and she was playing with herself. At one point she had the sole of her foot on my face.

I asked Petra if she knew Jazmin, and if Jazmin used to be called Kim, but she didn't know. She asked me why I wanted to know and I told her about Kim and how she was popular with men because she would let them cum in her mouth. She said she thought Kim would get a disease.

That evening I went to the Society Club café in Soho. I wanted to go to the book signing with Samantha Bailey. There were a lot of people there, and people were drinking wine and cocktails. Babette was there. Before she signed any books, Samantha gave a talk. She was standing only a few feet away from me so I got a good view. She talked about her life as an erotic dancer and gave a few details in the book such as when a customer asked her to insert a candle up his bum and light it. He was with his friends and it was his birthday.

She is a very beautiful woman and she had a nice summer dress on showing off her cleavage. After her talk there was a question and answer session. Then the book signing. I bought a copy of her book and while she was signing it I asked her if she was going to be on the JoAnne Good late-night radio show again. She said she probably would be.

One thing that she said in her talk that surprised me was that she said she found it difficult to dance for a man if she found him attractive. She said that she would get flustered and trip over her knickers or something like that. When we had questions I thought about asking her if it is an occupational hazard for erotic dancers to trip over their knickers. I thought better of it because I could imagine some of the women there thinking why do men feel they have to ask questions like that. Most of the people there were women. At least two of them were erotic dancers, they were talking to Samantha about it before the talk started.

I wanted to see Jazmin so yesterday I went to Soho again. You will have to come back if you want to find out what happened when I saw Jazmin, and also Nicki and Anna. And a lovely Chinese woman in Gerrard Street.

Monday, August 13, 2012

an evening with Samantha Bailey

I have mentioned Samantha Bailey before on my blog. She used to be a stripper and has written a book about her experiences called Stripped. She has appeared several times on the BBC London on JoAnne Good's late show and also on This Morning on ITV. On Wednesday of this week you can go and see her at The Society Club shop in Soho. It is at 12 Ingestre Place, a small street just to the west of Berwick Street. It starts at 6.30pm. You can buy her book and she will sign it for you.

The Society Club have regular events. Recently they had Clayton Littlewood talking about his book Goodbye to Soho. Before that they had an exhibition of erotic art.