Friday, March 12, 2010

happy ending

I have been exploring the periphery of Soho recently, parts that most people would think are Chinatown. I wrote in the PunterNet forum ('Soho walk up' thread) that I thought the Lisle Street walk ups would be Chinatown not Soho. Someone responded that they are Soho.

I have found two walk ups that I had not seen before. One was in Little Newport Street. Number 10. Uniquely, there is a little photo of the girl displayed in the doorway. There is only one girl there. Sometimes it is an oriental girl and sometimes it is a blonde.

I have been aware of another walk up nearby at 18 Newport Court. I went there once a couple of years ago because someone had said there was a nice girl called Chloe there. I waited with the talkative maid to see Chloe but decided not to stay after I caught a glimpse of her. She wasn't as pretty as he had stated.

The other walk up I found is at 26 Wardour Street. This is an unusual walk up in that you have to go up a spiral staircase to get to the flats. It doesn't seem as grotty as most Soho walk ups. I am wondering if this is the one that has been mentioned in the media. The one they tried to close down but failed.

I went to this walk up because someone had recommended a girl called Alina. When I went there I could not see her name displayed. There was a woman on the stairs with a dustpan and brush. She was quite young and attractive. I asked her if she knew if Alina was there. She said Alina didn't work there any more. She didn't know where Alina was.

Later that day I saw Victoria in Lisle Street. Upstairs from Natalie at number 2. She had had a couple of good reports so I thought I would give her a try. She is young and beautiful. She looks very 'Mediterranean' with black hair and a swarthy complexion. She has an impressive cleavage.

I couldn't really communicate with her as her English is not so good. She wasn't interested anyway, most of these young girls aren't. I had asked her to turn off the radio, as I always do, and she said something that didn't make any sense and didn't do it. I'm not going to go back to Lisle Street. I've seen a few young-looking girls there but they're not that much fun. Older women are better for me.

You might ask how can I be sure that Victoria is really Greek, or that Alice is really Italian. It is difficult to be sure. An Albanian could be fluent in Greek or Italian. She could have lived in Greece or Italy or be familiar enough with basic geography to answer a question like “What part of Greece/Italy do you come from?”.

I remember a couple of years ago I saw a Greek woman in Lisle Street called Katie. She was young, tall and slender as so many Soho prostitutes are. Usually the maids who look after the prostitutes are middle-aged or elderly women. But Katie's maid was in her 30s or 40s and beautiful. She was Greek too. While I was waiting to see Katie she was sitting in front of me talking on her mobile and positioning herself so that I could see her cleavage.

When Katie became available she asked me what I wanted, and when I said I wanted to play with her breasts she said that for another 20 pounds I could play with the maid's breasts too. I thought she was joking at first. I lay on the bed, with Katie playing with my cock, one of my hands on the inside of her thigh and my other hand touching the maid's breasts. The maid had taken her top off, but would not take all her clothes off.

This seemed to be something they did sometimes. Katie's breasts were quite small, so maybe she felt inadequate. However, the arrangement is against the rules. Two women cannot work from the same flat at the same time or technically its a brothel. A walk up is not a brothel but a private flat, which is why the police cannot close them down or even enter without permission.

A few years ago I saw a documentary about Soho walk ups. It showed Sandra/Sandy of 4 Old Compton Street and her maid. Sandra spoke on the show but her face was not shown. The maid spoke a lot and her face was shown. I have been with Sandra and I have spoken to the maid. Ritzy, another prostitute, also spoke. I saw Ritzy and this maid last year at 2 Green's Court. Some days they are at Green's Court and some days at Old Compton Street.

The maid has an important security role at the walk up. She protects the girl if there is any trouble with a punter. She opens the door and sits with the man if the girl is busy with another one. The maid will prepare food for the girl or go out and get her take-away food or anything she wants. In Soho there are many types of food available.

What you often find in Soho is a restaurant or shop on the ground floor and walk ups on the first and second floor. Two flats to each doorway. Or maybe it's second and third floor. Sometimes it seems a lot of stairs to climb. So sex is not the only pleasure that people go to Soho for. Food is too.

The other documentary I have seen was 'Vice Squad'. In one of the episodes Soho prostitutes and their maids talked about what they do. It was here that I learned that a walk up is not a brothel.

Soho walk ups usually look quite squalid. The ones in Lisle Street do. The stairs are usually unpleasant and often the rooms are too. Not every walk up in Soho is like that though. In Shepherd Market there are 3 or 4 walk ups. They seem to be much nicer, but they also seem to be more expensive. Shepherd Market is a different area from Soho, to the north of Green Park. It is a nice area, quite posh.

I didn't tell you what I was doing in Little Newport Street. I saw another PunterNet report for one of the Chinese herbal/acupuncture/massage establishments. This was for a different one than the last one. It was for Everwell Massage/Chinese Medical Centre at 7 Little Newport Street. The report was for a girl called Coco.

I decided to go even though I was short of money and I thought I might not have enough money for both the massage and the 'happy ending'. This was last Tuesday. I went in there and it looked very pleasant and professional. I said I would like a massage and I asked “Is Coco here today?”. A Chinese woman said she would be available in a few minutes and I could sit and wait for her. I had intended to pay 45 pounds for an hour massage but decided to save a bit of money and have a 45 minute massage for 35 pounds. The woman took the money and put it in the till.

Coco came into the room and the woman explained what I wanted. Coco introduced herself to me and asked me to follow her upstairs. She was pretty with long hair. She looked as if she could have been 18 although I think she is in her 20s. She is small and slender. I could see up her skirt as I followed her upstairs. She was wearing a short black skirt and black tights. I think I glimpsed another pretty girl similar to Coco.

We went into a small room with a massage table in it. She locked the door. Coco asked me if I wanted a medium or firm massage and offered me water from the water cooler. He English was poor. I took off my clothes and lay on the table on my tummy. The table was covered with paper and there was a hole for me to put my head.

It was a proper massage and felt almost painful at times. When I turned over I could see her face. I talked to her and smiled and looked at her lovely face. She smiled a lot and seemed happy. About 10 minutes from the end she pointed at my willy and asked me if I wanted her to do that. I said I did. She said I could pay another 20 pounds for topless and/or another 20 pounds for allowing me to touch her. I only had another 10 pounds in my wallet. She gave me a bit of extra massage till my time was up. No happy ending today.

I told her I would come and see her again next week, and this time I would bring more money and have the hand relief. I intended to do this, when I had more money. There had been a couple of things about Chinese massage that had made me a bit reluctant to try it again after my first experience of it. I didn't like the idea that you wouldn't know who would be giving you the massage, she might have been unattractive or unfriendly. She might not offer hand relief. You don't know how much she would charge.

The hand relief bit seems to be a private arrangement between the woman and the client. Nothing to do with the establishment. Maybe they don't even know that it goes on. Probably they just keep quiet about it. A couple of weeks ago I was wandering around Soho and I stopped outside one of these places. There are quite a few. A young Chinese woman in a white coat behind a counter beckoned me in. I asked her the prices for massage. She told me, and then I said quietly “Does that include a 'happy ending'?”. She looked surprised and gave an embarrassed smile, showing that she knew what the phrase meant, but then composed herself and said something like “I'm sorry, Sir. I don't think we can help you with that”.

Now that I know that I can ask for Coco and I know how much money I will be paying I would like to go back.

The same day I saw Coco I thought I would go to the Wardour Street walk up again and see if Alina was back. Her name wasn't displayed outside either the lower or the upper flat. As I was going down the spiral staircase four or five young men passed me going up. They looked as if they might be Eastern Europeans. I wondered what they were up to. I paused and saw that they had knocked on the door of the lower flat. The sign said it was an Italian woman called Nelly.

I was further down the spiral staircase and I could look up and see between the steps to the doorway. The door opened and I saw a tall dark-haired woman. I wasn't expecting this. Usually it is the maid who opens the door, although I have seen prostitutes do this before. She was wearing white lingerie that was a bit like bra and panties. She was like my idea of an Italian woman, shoulder-length curly black hair, not too skinny.

I could have waited to see what they said to her and what she said to them, and if she invited them into her flat. I was worried though that if they noticed me they might get angry. So I went out, but I waited in the street outside to see if they came out. They did not.

I was intensely curious about what they were getting up to. Were they all in her flat taking it in turns to go into the room and fuck her? Did she make them wait on the stairs and only let them in only one at a time? She hadn't turned them away or they would have been back on the street.

I was tempted to go and see Nelly the week after, when my financial situation had improved. It would be a pleasurable experience, and I could have asked her about these boys. As so often with me, I am motivated by lust and curiosity.

So on Tuesday this week I got lots of money from a cash machine and headed for Soho. But what to have? Chinese or Italian? (And I'm not talking about food.) But before I went to either I decided to go and see if Ivy was back in Greek Street. I didn't have much hope because she hadn't been there for a few months. To my surprise and delight her name was there, along with Amy. I could have seen Ivy that day, but I decided to wait a couple of days. I wasn't feeling too good. I hadn't slept well the previous night and I was feeling a bit grotty. It's important to be in the right mood. Also, I have found that if I refrain from masturbating for a couple of days then I am more likely to be able to orgasm.

So yesterday I went to Soho again, paid my 40 pounds for my 20 minutes (plus a 2 pound tip for the maid). We started with a bit of a massage and then she gave me some oral sex without a condom. She had given my willy a wash before we got onto the bed. Then the important bit started, the hand job.

She sat on the bed between my legs and used lots of lotion to wank me. I said, as I always do, “Can you talk dirty for me, Ivy?”. She said things like “Fuck the pussy, darling. Fuck my wet pussy. It's wet for you, darling. Oh, fuck the pussy. Fuck it.” over and over again in that lovely oriental accent of hers. I don't know what it is it just gets me going. I look at her lovely face and her lovely brown body and I have one hand touching her leg.

It took some time but eventually I could feel that I was coming closer and closer to orgasm. When I knew that I was past the point of no return I opened my eyes and watched my semen spurting out white against her brown skin. I got my happy ending.

We had some time left and I asked her if I could look at her pussy. She encouraged me to play with her clit, and then showed me her anus too. She does anal, and I might give it a go one day. Then we lay on the bed and cuddled. She told me she had been in the Philippines for the past 3 months with her family. She said she would be in Greek Street till the 31st of this month. I want to see her again before then.

There are younger, taller and slimmer women than Ivy in Soho, but I will always go back to her. Her flat is nice and warm, and the stairs up to it are not off-putting. These two flats are different from most Soho walk ups. The women seem to work every day for a few weeks and then are not there for a few weeks. Maybe when Ivy is not there I will see Coco or Nelly.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The "italian" is probably romanian. The 5 that went up are probably albanian/lithuanian pimps who take her money and have sex with her and give her an offer she cant refuse.
Thankyou 13 years of labour government.