I had an eventful day yesterday

I had an eventful day yesterday. I started off in a spa in Balham and ended up in a basement in Soho. I wanted to go again to a spa I had been to just once before. I phoned and asked if the woman whose name I had been given was there that day and if it would be better to book to see her or just turn up. I made an appointment for 12.30 that afternoon for a one hour massage. I thought that if I got there about midday then I could use their sauna and steam room.

At reception a pretty young woman was asked to show me to the sauna and steam room after I had handed over my £40. She explained that it would take a while for them to warm up. I asked if she was the woman I had booked to see. She gave me a funny look as if to say "You don't think that I would be doing that sort of thing, do you?". I put my clothes in a locker and put on the disposable slippers they provide. I couldn't find one of the bathrobes that I used last time so I just wrapped a towel round me.

The sauna was indeed cold so I went in the steam room. The plastic seats were cold but the steam was warm so I sat in there. After a while two women came along. I could see them dimly through the glass of the steam room and I could hear them talking. They opened the door to the backyard and kept it open so that one of them could smoke. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but it sounded like someone's personal problems.

One of the women opened the door of the steam room and introduced herself. She was a middle-aged woman and she smelled of smoke. She said that I should come to one of the rooms in a while for my massage. I asked her if she could turn the steam back on because it had gone off but she said something about it turns itself off after a while.

I judged what I thought was the right amount of time then went down the stairs to the massage rooms. The woman was very talkative but I didn't understand everything she said as her English is not that good. She asked me if I'm always so quiet and I told her that when I'm lying on my front with my head in the hole in the massage table it's not so easy to talk but when I turn over then we can talk better.

I said "Do you ever get any celebrities in here?". When I came in the receptionist had been talking to someone who looked like Naomi Campbell. She didn't understand what I was saying so I said "Do you ever get any famous people come in here?". She said they did but she didn't elaborate. She had to keep breaking off the massage to go and blow her nose as if she had a cold. The room wasn't very warm either.

When the time came for her to ask me if I wanted hand relief I was in two minds as to if I wanted to give it a go. The physical sensations of masturbation are not enough on her own for me to come to orgasm. I need either to see an attractive body or for her to talk dirty. I didn't want to ask her to take her clothes off because I could see her body wasn't that good. I asked her to talk dirty but she said I didn't need that. I tried to get her to talk about her experiences with her boyfriend or her clients but she didn't say anything erotic.

She tried very hard to bring me to orgasm. I got an erection but then lost it after a while. She had two or three goes at it but then our time was up. I could imagine that she could be very popular with some men because she is so friendly and chatty. After the massage I could hear her talking loudly to a colleague in Polish or Russian and laughing. I wondered if she was talking about me.

I decided to go into Soho. If the Chinese girl I found recently had been there I would have gone to see her. She has left but I'm hoping she will return. I wanted to go to one of the walk ups.  I thought of the names of all of the women who were popular but mostly they were busy. Even Lily the old French woman was busy, with a punter waiting in the kitchen. I went to Mesa's flat in Greens Court but I didn't find her attractive so I didn't stay. In the flat below was Bianca but she was busy. Holly in Little Newport Street wasn't there that day.

The second time I tried to see Amy in Greek Street she wasn't busy. However, she refused to see me. I hadn't seen Amy for a long time, not since she got back from the massage parlours of Luton, so I thought she wouldn't remember me. I think she confuses me with someone else who is a time-waster. Either that or I have said something to her in the past that offended her. All I can think of is that I once asked her if she is Roma. Or she might have read my blog and not liked my description of her as the plumpest prostitute in Soho.

I wanted to see if Monica was at 52 Greek Street. When I saw the girl there I thought she's much prettier than Monica so I said I would like to spend 10 minutes with her and I handed over my £22. Usually in Soho you go up some stairs and there are two flats but at 52 Greek Street you go down the stairs and there is one flat. There's just enough room for a big black leather sofa and the bed.

the walk down at 52 Greek Street Soho
you can see the sign for Monica

She told me her name is Suzy and she looks about 17 but she told me she's 20. She is very slender with small breasts. She has black hair which she wore up. She works Tuesdays only.

The evening before I had watched part of the film Black Swan. Suzy reminded me a bit of both Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. She looks a bit like a ballerina, she has a lovely long neck. Most of the time I was with her I looked at her face and her pussy. She lay on the bed with her legs wide apart and smiled a lot while I talked to her.

I told her there was something I would like to do to her. I didn't expect her to consider it but she said that I could. I'm not going to say what it is because she wouldn't thank me if lots of punters wanted to do the same thing to her. Also I intend to see her again and I wouldn't enjoy what I did to her if I thought other men had been doing it to her that day. I just don't like the idea of coming into contact with other men's saliva.

I felt really happy going home after I had seen Suzy. She really is a pretty girl, a real find. I had spent £60 at the spa. Not a lot of money so I didn't feel that I'd wasted lots of money there and it was an interesting and even amusing experience. Then just £22 to see Suzy. I will go to see her next Tuesday, and maybe stop off to see Ella at 2 Lisle Street who is supposed to be the other great beauty. And today my muscles really ache so I think the massage at the spa was really working. I think she knew what she was doing, so at least I got something out of it.

sex workers speak out against raids

If you want to know more about what happened during the raids last month sex workers have spoken about their experiences. Sex workers were dragged out onto the streets in their underwear in the full glare of a hostile media. Despite their protestations of not being trafficked some of them were shipped off to 'rescue centres'. Some of them had their earnings taken away from them, their homes were searched even if their children were there, and they were persuaded to accept cautions which are an admission of guilt.

The West End Extra newspaper has had a number of articles about the raids. There was a debate in St Anne's Church recently where sex workers, residents and business owners could speak their minds. The raids were initially said to be to do with stolen goods but little evidence was found of that. Instead police were trying to find evidence of sex workers being controlled by a third party.

"Following the raids, police sought to close down 20 brothels, but they have been criticised for failing to provide evidence that the premises were linked to the handling of stolen goods. 

Instead a district judge issued “brothel closure orders” after police claimed to have found evidence that women in the flats were controlled by an unknown third party, which contravenes prostitution laws."

The issues that the police have used to try to justify these raids are property stolen from tourists, shoplifted items and drugs. They found little evidence of any of these problems during the raids. There also seems to be an issue with the people who the sex workers pay their rent to. Although Soho Estates own the freehold of many of the flats there is a 'black economy of anonymous landlords'.

Rupert Everett has written an article for the Guardian newspaper where he reports what sex workers have said in court and he confirms that police were trying to find evidence of the mysterious 'third party'.

my best ever stunning spa girl

Yesterday I had a walk around Chinatown and Soho. I didn't intend to spend any money but I ended up spending £50. It might have been the best £50 I've ever spent. In Chinatown there's a doorway where you can often see a woman standing there asking men if they would like a massage. I once saw a very pretty, very young-looking, very smiley girl standing there. Every time I passed the doorway I looked to see if she was there. For many months I didn't see her again.

Yesterday she was there. I made a beeline for her and asked her how much it costs for a massage. She told me £30 for a half-hour and when I looked uncertain she said £25. I paid the money at reception up the stairs and she led me into a small room. When I was naked face down on the massage table she asked me if I wanted a medium or hard massage and if I wanted her to use oil. The room was nice and warm.

prettier than this

Then it was time for me to turn over. Now I could get a good look at her. I think she really is the prettiest girl anywhere I've been to. Prettier than the Thai woman at Asian Touch in Shaftesbury Avenue who someone described as an 'absolutely stunning girl' (although I didn't get a good look at her because the room was so dark). Prettier than Claire who worked at Everwell in Charing Cross Road. Prettier than Lisa who works from a flat near St James's Park.

I asked her how old she is and like a lot of these girls she asked me how old I think she is. I told her 18 and she said she is 25 years old. She asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me but I wasn't in the mood for that. I knew what I wanted. I told her I wanted to see her naked. I said I would give her £20 if she took her clothes off. She wanted more money to begin with but then agreed to do it. She turned the lights lower but I said I wanted the lights brighter. They like to keep the lights low because they look more attractive that way but I wanted to see everything.

She took her top off and her bra and pulled her pants down. She had a nice body with bigger breasts and less skinny than Lisa who I saw not long ago. She let me touch her breasts and her bottom and she was quite smiley and affectionate. I asked her if she did oral sex and she said she doesn't do that, just hand relief. Maybe if I become a regular client of hers I might be able to persuade her to have a go.

I can't tell you her name or where she works because I'm not sure if she would like that. Unlike the sex workers in the nearby walk ups they don't usually want the publicity. I will say that the name of the establishment has the word 'spa' in it. I'm not sure if it is a spa, on their website it says they do beauty treatments but that might be their other branch in the East End.

Last month I went to a spa for the first time. Someone contacted me by email and asked if I had ever been to this place in Balham. I had walked past it a few times and often wondered if anything sexual went on. When he said they do hand relief there I wanted to go. It turned out to be cheaper than I expected and the most luxurious place I have ever been to. More luxurious than Gin Sen near Russell Square where I went a few times and managed to get hand relief just once. More luxurious than Zen in Notting Hill Gate where I went once and wasn't offered anything sexual.

I paid £25 for a half-hour massage and also got to use their sauna, steam room and shower. The masseur was a young woman from Slovakia who didn't offer me anything sexual. I wasn't really looking for that anyway. I have the name of a woman who works there who does offer hand relief and what days she works so next time I go there I'll know who to ask for.

When I was in the steam room I thought that steam rooms could be very sexy places. I imagined two naked Chinese girls coming towards me through the steam smiling and giggling.

Soon after the police raids last month in Soho I went to have a look around. About half of the walk ups were closed. I decided I wanted to see one of the sex workers because I didn't know how long they would be there. I ended up in Little Newport Street with a lovely Thai lady called Holly. I told her I wanted to look and her pussy and wank myself. She suggested that instead of me taking my clothes off and getting onto the bed with her, which is what I have done in the past, I just unzip myself and sit on a chair next to the bed while she shows me her pussy. It was very pleasant doing it that way. I got a good view. When my 10 minutes were up she stood up in front of me just a few inches away so I got to appreciate her lovely figure.

In the last few days two of the walk ups that had been closed are now open again. The one in Dean Street and the one in Tisbury Court. I noticed that in both of them are signs saying No Touts No Sellers. They don't want the drug addicts from the street trying to sell them shoplifted goods. That's what got them into trouble with the police and brought about the raids. Nothing to do with rescuing trafficked women and nothing to do with goods stolen from tourists. I have been going to Soho for years and I have never had anything stolen from me.

police raided walk ups on Wednesday

The police have raided a number of places in Soho on Wednesday night, some of them walk ups (called 'brothels' in newspaper reports). A number of the walk ups have been closed, I don't know if this is permanently. This article said "After the raids last night a dozen women, mostly from eastern Europe, working in squalid rooms, were taken to safe locations where they will be questioned. Police believe that some were trafficked into the country and forced into prostitution".

I don't believe that the women were trafficked or coerced, and I don't believe that the police believe that. They're not trying to help these women at all. As for 'squalid rooms', someone photographed one of the rooms recently, at the request of the people working there, and I wouldn't describe it as squalid. You can see the photos below, they are typical of the bedrooms of Soho walk ups. The flat is 2 Greens Court, upper flat. I don't know if this is one of the ones that has been closed, I'm going to have a look around tomorrow.

it looks as if they have DVDs here



certainly they have lots of uniforms here
I don't know what that is next to the fire extinguisher

disappearing Soho

card in walk up at 70A Berwick Street Soho

I took this photo on Tuesday this week. It is a card that was on display in the hallway of the walk up at 70A Berwick Street in Soho. It shows one of the two women who were working there that day, informing potential customers what she is like. Yesterday I went back and there were no cards there. From what I can gather the police have insisted that all these cards in Soho are removed.

This card was not visible from the street, you would have to walk through the open doorway and along the hallway to see them. I have been told that the ones that used to be visible from the street at a lot of the walk ups went a couple of weeks ago. I don't know what the legal basis of this police action is, it seems that they are making more and more demands. No one knows where it will end. What you see in Soho could be gone forever the next time you look.

protest as 26 Romilly Street is closed

A protest was organized yesterday against the closure of one of the walk ups in Soho, 26 Romilly Street. There is a Guardian newspaper article about it and a post on the Time Out London blog. There is also a video on the Guardian story where you can hear a sex worker and a maid talking about how they feel about the attitude of the police.

One of the maids at the walk up stated "The police have completely changed, they've dragged customers naked out of bed, searched the flat – the girls are scared, they are not criminals. As far as I have understood one girl and one maid is not illegal, it's not a brothel."

The police were putting pressure on the property owner Soho Estates to evict the sex workers. Sex workers in Peter Street near Walker's Court have been told they will be evicted in January. The police closed 61 Dean Street, and more recently all 3 walk ups in Lisle Street, and failed. However, putting pressure on the property owner to evict sex workers might well succeed where other methods have failed in the past.

When sex worker Lizzie Valad was evicted from her flat she started working at King's Cross and ended up being murdered by Camden Ripper Anthony Hardy. The walk ups in Soho are safe places for women to work. Sex workers will be at greater risk of violence if they are evicted.

protest in Soho yesterday outside the offices of Soho Estates

stunning girls

Last Friday I decided to go to a place in Bromley that I hadn't been to before. What made me want to go is that on the PunterNet forum someone said that he had encountered a 'stunning Mexican girl' although they usually have Thai girls there. The place is Laurens Adult Massage on Widmore Road.

I phoned and asked if I could see Amanda and I was directed to a flat. The woman who answered the door didn't look anything like I was expecting so I told her that I'm supposed to be meeting someone called Amanda. She said that she is Amanda. She didn't look Mexican at all, she was blonde. I decided to go along with it but throughout the session I thought she looks and sounds like an Eastern European.

She's actually quite an attractive woman, like a high-class escort, but it took me a while to appreciate that because I had been expecting something different. I paid £60 for half an hour of massage, body to body, and hand relief. It was a nice flat too. I just relaxed and let her do her thing.

The day before I had been in Soho. I had found out that there's a brothel in Soho, along with all of the walk ups. Someone had done a report on it on PunterNet. There's a black girl there called Zoe. It is number 8A Old Compton Street. When I got to the door I wasn't sure which flat to ring. There are three flats, and I think Flat 1 is the brothel. The label had a little heart drawn next to the flat number. I rang and said "Is Zoe there today?". The woman said Zoe only does weekends. I said "Who do you have there today?" and I was told to come up.

The maid or madam took me into one of the bedrooms and answered my questions. The minimum price is £50 which is for about 20 minutes. They have two girls there at a time and I could have taken my pick. I hoped to catch a glimpse of the girls but I thought I was pushing my luck and I had already told her I was only interested in Zoe.

The same day I went to Asian Touch which is a Thai massage place on Shaftesbury Avenue. I wanted to go there because someone had said there's an 'absolutely stunning girl' there. They told me I could come back at 5pm. I went to 26 Romilly Street to see Lulu. When I got up the stairs I saw the sign for Lulu but instead of the expected sign for Meena there was one for someone called Asia, and that she is Indian/Moroccan.

So I went to see Asia instead of Lulu. Asia is tall, with a dark skin like someone from the Mediterranean or the Middle East. She has small breasts and is neither skinny or fat. I got on top of her which I liked but I can't come that way. Later I asked the maid what has happened to Meena and she said that they hadn't heard from her for weeks. It sounds as if Meena won't be in Soho any more. Perhaps she ran up debts before she departed, they have to pay about £300 a day for the flat, it would make sense for them not to pay rent for as long as they could get away with if they're going.

I looked at the time on my mobile and realized I could be back at Asian Touch for 5pm. The girl was indeed pretty but it was dark in the room so I'm not sure if this girl is the absolutely stunning girl someone had mentioned. I'm used to the Chinese places, here it was a bit different, she used hot oils.

Last month I was in Croydon on a Thursday. I saw a Chinese woman who runs a Chinese medical establishment. When she was massaging me I asked her to put a finger up my bum, then two fingers. I already knew she is into this because I had seen her before. I said "I feel that you are the man and I am the woman". She laughed, asked me if I wanted to know how it feels, and moved her fingers in and out. The same day I went to a Thai brothel in Brighton Road. I saw Vicky and achieved orgasm while looking at her pussy and wanking myself.

The next day I went to Soho. First I saw Sandra at 26 Romilly Street. She is Thai. She wasn't very co-operative. I went back there later that day and saw Melanie. Melanie is also Thai, is older and tries harder to please. I had an orgasm with her, the same way as with Vicky the previous day.

The easiest way for me to orgasm is to have an oriental woman lie back on the bed with her legs wide apart and for me to wank myself while looking at her pussy and her talking dirty. It would help if they were stunningly beautiful, and I am always interested in stunners, but that's not the most important thing.

lucky west end girls

I have just finished reading a new book by Violet Ivy about the sex industry called Lucky Girl. It is an account of her life and in particular her involvment in different areas of the sex industry on three continents. I was especially interested in her time at the Soho walk ups, which is the area that I know most about, but her life story starts in a small town in Australia.

As a young adult she moves to the city. Finding work is difficult so she tries serving beers in a sleazy bar wearing next to no clothing. Not being happy with this she progresses to stripping. Eventually she decides to try prostitution. Her account of what she has to go though, especially the first time she has sex for money, is quite harrowing. So too is her account of her first anal sex where she is injured and robbed.

She goes to work for a year in a brothel in Kalgoorlie (I don't know where that is either). It is only when she comes to Melbourne and a high-class brothel there that things begin to look up for her. Although happy at this place, she wants to travel, so she moves to Las Vegas and works as a stripper and a sex worker. She paints a fascinating picture of a world of orgies attended by her - group bookings - against a background of the desperate gambling addicts she sees on the streets and in the casinos of Las Vegas.

Again on the move, she comes to London. Although working in the Soho walk ups is not her first option, she endures it until she is headhunted by an elite fetish brothel in Mayfair. Returning to Australia despite loving her work in Mayfair, the pinnacle of her career is accompanying a leading actor to an award ceremony. He is a gay man who needs to pretend to the world to have a girlfriend, and Violet provides that service for him.

While in Soho she is threatened by an Albanian pimp. She sends him packing. The girl in the flat above her is attacked. The police try to help, but this is in the days when CCTV was uncommon in the walk ups and maids could not always be afforded. Maids get a £2 tip from every customer but the sex worker has to pay her £60 per day. She also has to pay £240 to £280 per day in rent for the flat. Some days some of the sex workers were unable to make that amount of money and could get into debt.

Some of the readers of this blog might remember her. She called herself Sydney then and she worked in Peter Street in Soho and perhaps other places too. This would have been more than 10 years ago. There were a couple of other Australian girls working in Soho then too.

One thing I liked was her account of how she tried her best to help a 32 year old virgin enjoy his first experience of sex. She showed great sensitivity to his needs and was aware that her actions could affect his future relations with women.

Violet writes about her experience of what is perhaps the biggest problem in the life of sex workers, and that is the problem of boyfriends. A sex worker might meet a lovely man and want to have a relationship with him. Only an unsatisfactory man would accept his girlfriend working as a prostitute. So she might keep her work a secret and always fear he might find out, remain single, or accept as a boyfriend a man who might try to exploit her.

A while ago I read the book West End Girls by Barbara Tate. Barbara was a maid in Soho walk ups soon after the end of World War 2. Although the information is a bit out of date now, there is one area especially where she is relevant to today, the problem of boyfriends.

Barbara wrote that there weren't any pimps in Soho but some of the women had ponces. A ponce isn't the same as a pimp. A ponce is a man who tries to form an emotional relationship with a sex worker, not because he cares for her but because he intends to exploit her. He emotionally manipulates her and gets her to hand over her money to him. He tells her that he will invest it for their future together.

In Tate's Soho a ponce was often a Maltese man who would try to hook an established prostitute - who was nearly always a British woman. I think that many of the women in Soho today have men like this. The women are from Eastern Europe and the men are from their own country, maybe their own town. They could be 'boyfriends' who persuade them they can have a good life together in London.

Taking the two books together, it seems to confirm that the clever women are the ones who use sex work to make as much money as possible, bank it or make sensible investments, then leave. They can use the money to set themselves up, do what they really want to do in life, and they don't have to lie to their boyfriends about what they do.

Lucky Girl is a very informative and enjoyable read. We need to hear more about women's experience of the world of sex work and its unusual and occasionally frightening characters. You can buy the book at many places: Amazon, BookLocker and Book Depository. Violet has her own website.


Violet Ivy



Tina, Meena and Lulu

Someone on the PunterNet forum was singing the praises of a new girl in Soho called Tina. He wrote that she is only there on Thursdays and I thought if I go to see her I can see Meena too who also only works on Thursdays.

Tina works at 2 Lisle Street in the flat above Amanda. She says she is Spanish but she sounds more Eastern European. Sometimes Romanians pretend to be Spanish or Italian because their language is similar. I asked her how old she is and she said 23 which is about right. She is quite tall and slender with small breasts. She's got a nice face and smile.

I asked her to give me a handjob and I handed over my £22. We ended up with me wanking myself looking at her pussy. She lay back with her legs wide apart. She is shaven and her pussy is pretty, a lovely long slit. I opened it slightly to look at the pink inside. I got an erection but I didn't manage to come, which isn't surprising because we only had 10 minutes.

As I was going up the stairs of 26 Romilly Street to see Meena I wondered who would be in the other flat. I thought that if it is Gigi then I might see her too. Many say that Gigi is the best of the oriental girls in Soho. It wasn't Gigi though, it was Lulu. Lots of people say that Lulu is great, so I thought I will see her too.

I have seen Meena a few times over the years. She is a lovely Indian woman. She has long straight black hair and an unshaven pussy. She asked me how I was. I asked her if she remembers me and she said she does. This always surprises me because it must be well over a year since I saw Meena and when you think how many men she meets it should be difficult to remember anyone.

Another £22 and I was lying on the bed with Meena kneeling beside me. I told her that I had been reading about her on the internet and that someone said she is good at talking dirty. She started talking dirty while she wanked me. I asked her what she had been up to that day. She told me and said I could pull down the black panties that she was wearing to have a look at her hairy pussy. I did that, and I told her the hair wasn't as long as I remembered it.

She asked me what she could do to make me come. I said that it's rare for me to come in Soho. I told her that I used to see a Filipina woman in Greek Street who could make me come. I said that Ivy used to sit between my legs and wank me. Meena moved between my legs and I explained the exact position Ivy had, sitting with her bum on the bed with her legs wide apart and over mine.

She did this, and I told her that the last couple of times I had seen Ivy she had lain back on the bed with her legs wide apart and I had looked at her pussy and wanked myself. Meena then lay on her back, drew her knees up to her chest and slipped off her panties. She opened her legs and held her pussy wide open for me to see. It was dark, but the opening of the vagina was reddish-pink and open. I still couldn't come though so when my time was up I got dressed and we chatted.

She told me she used to work in an Indian brothel in Covent Garden but it became difficult when lots of Eastern European women started working. She said that most of the Eastern Europeans have pimps or boyfriends. I don't know if she said that because she wanted to put me off seeing her rivals or if she really believed it to be true.

After seeing Meena I forgot that I intended to see Lulu too but I walked back to Romilly Street and up the stairs again. Lulu is a Thai lady. She looks about 30 with a pretty face and quite large breasts. She's about medium height and a nice enough figure. Meena and Lulu are about the same age and have slightly saggy tummies but that doesn't put me off.

Lulu moved and talked in a very sexy way when we were on the bed together. She straddled one of my legs and rubbed the end of my erection on her tummy. Then she turned so she was on her hands and knees with her bum in my face so I could see her pussy and her bum hole, still holding on to my cock. I told her I wanted her to lie on her back with her legs open so I could see her pussy. I knelt between her legs and wanked myself. Lulu played with herself and talked dirty, telling me she wanted me to fuck her pussy.

Her pussy was smaller than Tina's or Meena's but with larger labia. I could feel that I was going to come and I wondered if she would mind if I came all over her. I didn't think she would get angry, but I didn't want to irritate her. When I had come with Ivy I used my hand to stop the semen going everywhere. When I felt that I was definitely going to come I moved a bit closer to her and squirted over the lower half of her body. She held an upturned hand over her pussy to stop the semen going there.

She didn't seem to mind at all that I had come over her. She got off the bed and went to the sink, and then chatted to me as if nothing unusual had happened. Some people might think that I would be better off going to a brothel and spending half an hour with a woman for £60 or £70. But I saw three women of different nationalities, looks and personalities. I wouldn't say that any of them are stunners, but they are all attractive. I can't think of a a better way to spend an afternoon and £66.

guide to types of women in Soho walk ups

1. The Enthusiastic Amateur
If you go with this girl you will either have the best experience ever, or the worst. If she likes you, you may get the best service. If you are young, attractive and outgoing, and willing to spend more than the minimum amount, there's little that she won't do for you. You might get oral sex without a condom. If she doesn't like you, then she might not bother with you hardly at all. She might give a bad service, and have an attitude 'What are you going to do about it?'. She can be immature like a petulant teenager. She can also be a bit mad.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Anna, Angela
• examples of this type in the past: Jazmin (aka Kim)

2. The Time-server
This girl saves up her money to buy her house back home, and is willing to give a good service, but will only do the minimum for the money given. Anything different you might want to do costs extra. If you touch her on the bum she won't like it, especially if you haven't paid yet. She probably spends her hours fantasizing about her dream home back in Eastern Europe. She's usually quite passive, not at all raunchy. She can be sweet and innocent.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Rebecca
• examples of this type in the past: Nelly

3. The Totally-committed
This type knows that there's not much point in being there unless she maximizes her earning potential. She will go out of her way to please every customer. She will smile at him, she will flirt with him, and perform a range of activities sometimes at no extra cost. She wants those return customers, she wants those reviews and reports that will enhance her reputation.

She can take one look at a man and determine what type he is and what it is that he needs. To some men she will be foul-mouthed, to others she will be well spoken. She can give a Porn Star Experience (PSE) or a Girlfriend Experience (GFE) and usually you won't have to tell her what it is that you want.

Even towards the end of a 12 hour shift she is bright and perky. She is always professional, like a businesswoman. She might even have a business on the side or own property. Sometimes you don't know what she is thinking. She says she remembers you from last time, but does she really? She says she likes you, but does she really? She can seem a bit robotic sometimes.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Meena, Alena
• examples of this type in the past: Natalie

4. The Pleasure-seeker
This one enjoys her work. Not necessarily because she is a nymphomaniac. It could be she likes flattery or the buzz of meeting lots of people every day. She likes to talk about sex and she might like you to pleasure her. She is the most reliably raunchy type, although types 1, 3 and 6 can be raunchy too, but unlike type 1 she's professional enough and emotionally mature enough to give a good time to any man who comes through the door.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Eva, Angie, Yaya
• examples of this type in the past: Paris

5. The Girl Next Door
She's not really happy being there. She'll go through the motions, although if she's in a bad mood she can be no fun. She likes to make people happy, and tries to do so, but can't always succeed. She might try doing something else for a while, but often she comes back to it because she doesn't have the determination to succeed at anything else.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Sandy
• examples of this type in the past: Andra

6. The Real Woman
This type likes to make people happy. She doesn't just lie back and expect you to get on with it. She encourages you with smiles, maybe opening her legs wide and moving her pelvis in a very seductive manner. When you're on top of her she might whisper things in your ear to encourage you. If you lack confidence then she might talk to you about it and say you shouldn't worry so much.

• examples of this type in Soho today: Monica
• examples of this type in the past: Mimi (Polish Mimi)

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.

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

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.

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.

Eva and Yaya

Yesterday I went to see two of the raunchiest women in Soho. I thought Lisa and Alena were raunchy, but Eva and Yaya are on another level. After I had seen Lisa at 70A Berwick Street last month someone said I might like Eva. Eva is like Lisa but raunchier. So, a couple of weeks ago I made my first trip to see Eva.

Eva is another young tall slender blonde, like Lisa. Both work at 70A Berwick Street. Both have a natural beauty, they don't wear too much make up or are too tanned or too thin. Monica, who also works at 70A Berwick Street, is also a tall natural beauty, although Monica has dark Latin looks. Eva is from Sweden and Lisa is from the Czech republic.

Eva is very chatty and likes to talk about sex. I asked her what she had been doing that day and she told me about the blowjobs and the fucking. She said that nobody had asked to see her use her vibrator that day yet. This is something she likes to do so she can have an orgasm. I thought this sounds interesting so she told me more. She charges £35 for this service, and she warned me that she tends to swear a lot when she's coming.

I had an image of Eva with her legs wide apart pushing her vibrator in and out, rolling around on the bed and shouting out obscenities as she came. It was a very exciting image.

She told me that she's great friends with Katy who also works at 70A Berwick Street. She likes to have sex with Katy. From what she said I think she has a bit of a crush on Katy. I asked her if she had seen the photographs of Katy on the internet. There are quite a few, and a couple of movies too. Katy worked in porn in Italy when she was younger, under the name Rossella Conti. Eva didn't know about that. She didn't know that Katy also works in Bateman Street as Laura.

I asked Eva if she had known Amber and Chelsea who had formerly worked at 70A Berwick Street and who had been very popular. She said she remembered them. I asked her if she had known Claudia, but that was before her time. I mentioned Sebastian Horsley, the local artist who came often to see Claudia. Eva said that she recognised the name because sometimes tourists come to 70A Berwick Street and ask if this is the same place as mentioned in Sebastian's autobiography Dandy in the Underworld. The maid at 70A Berwick Street remembers Sebastian Horsley.

When I was putting my clothes back on she asked what I was going to do that afternoon. I said that I was going to go to the nearby Society Club café. I said I was hoping there might be a woman there called Babette who is one of the people who run the café, which is also a bookshop and art gallery. Babette was friends with Sebastian Horsley, so she might be an interesting person to talk to. Babette Kulik has been described as the Brigitte Bardot of Soho, but I think Lisa at 70A Berwick Street looks more like Brigitte Bardot. I should point out, in case anyone misunderstands me, that Babette has nothing to do with prostitution.

On my next trip to Soho I tried to see Diana at 26 Romilly Street. Diana has been described as very raunchy. I had not seen her before. The maid told me that Diana has gone back to Romania. I could be just for a holiday though. I think a lot of the women in Soho are going to be on holiday for the Olympics. Perhaps they think it will be difficult to get into central London, or perhaps they fear that the police will try to close some of the walk ups. Rebecca and Alena are away too.

The authorities could be looking for any excuse to close down walk ups before or during the Olympics. They have closed walk ups before, in Lisle Street and Dean Street, but they have always opened again. They have been closing brothels recently in east London near the Olympics. Walk ups are not brothels and are legal, so they can't close them down. The difference is that only one woman works from a walk up, and one woman working on her own is legal. If the authorities knew that some lucky punter has managed to get a threesome at walk up, that might be just the excuse they need.

I ended up going for a massage at one of the Chinese medical establishments. I thought I would have just a massage as I wasn't in the mood for anything more. The girl who gave me the massage was I. who I have written about before. I'm not going to give her name as I think she wouldn't want people knowing what she does. She didn't recognise me. I had only seen her once and that was last year. She wasn't as ebullient as she had been then, and seemed quite withdrawn.

She massaged my back and legs, and when I turned over she asked if I wanted her to masturbate me. I said yes. She didn't offer to take off all of her clothes, as she had done the last time. She didn't put her mouth close to my penis and giggle as she had done, I think to indicate that she was willing to give me oral sex. She did give me a couple of lovely smiles and I remembered just how pretty she is.

At the end I gave her the extra £20 for wanking me. I asked her if she knew what had happened to Claire. She told me Claire found a rich boyfriend and so she didn't have to work any more. I said that she should find herself a rich boyfriend and she replied that it's not so easy to do. I think that I. is a lovely girl and as long as she doesn't get any fatter she could find herself a nice boyfriend.

I returned to Soho on Monday. First I saw Yaya at 26 Romilly Street. She is a beautiful Thai lady. She was wearing a very sexy dress that she took off to reveal her lovely body with quite large breasts. Like Eva she is very friendly and chatty and likes to talk about sex. She was telling me all the things that I could get up to if I went to Thailand. I think her English is quite good but I didn't understand everything she was telling me because of a strong accent. The price at 26 Romilly Street is £30 minimum and not the usual £20, but the women here are worth it.

After I had seen Yaya I wanted to go and see Eva again. I decided to walk around Chinatown before I headed for Berwick Street. Often there are women standing in the doorways of Chinese medical establishments asking men if they would like to have a massage. One woman walks around asking men the same thing. I noticed another woman who asked me if I wanted a massage and when I said no she said she would give me a 'happy ending'. That's a first for me. I've never been offered a happy ending in the street before.

As I was walking along Wardour Street I saw a young woman in a doorway who smiled and asked me if I wanted a massage. She was younger and prettier than any I had seen before so I was tempted. But I thought I would stick with my original plan and see Eva. I did go back there after I had seen Eva though. The girl wasn't there. There was another girl, not so young or pretty, using her mobile. I thought the first girl might be upstairs, having found a customer, with his erection in her hand.

I saw Eva and paid the £35 to see her using her vibrator. It wasn't quite how I imagined it. She doesn't have her legs wide apart when she masturbates. She puts the vibrator against her clitoris and holds it there, and doesn't push it in and out of her vagina. It was still quite exciting though. She played with her right nipple, and then asked me to suck it for her. When she came she didn't swear as much as I had imagined she would. Reality doesn't always live up to the fantasy.

I realised on the bus home that what I should have done is to get her to masturbate for me the way I would like to see it, with her legs wide apart and pushing the vibrator in and out of her vagina, for the first five minutes. Then for the second five minutes of our ten minute session she could have finished herself off however she wanted to. I'll have to remember that for next time.

Lily and Lisa

On Friday afternoon last week I started my adventures in a brothel just to the north of Soho. It was in a street near to Oxford Street. It would have cost me more money than I thought it would so I decided not to stay. I had not been there before. It wasn't as luxurious as I was expecting, although it would have cost me more than House of Divine.

I went to Greek Street in Soho, hoping that Ivy might be there. She wasn't, but I saw that Lily was. I have seen Lily a few times and enjoyed my time with her. Lily is an old woman. She looks about 60 years old. You might wonder why I would choose to be with an old woman, the oldest in Soho, when I could see a 21 year old beauty. Later that afternoon I did see a young tall slender beauty.

Lily is a very sexy French woman. I told her I wanted her to wank me. When I asked her what she had been doing that day, she knew that I would get turned on by what she told me. She told me in her sexy French accent that she had sucked a few cocks. She said that she had been a naughty girl and that I should spank her. She told me what a splendid erection I had and how much she liked it. I think of her as a connoisseur of erect penises, she must have seen so many. She said she wanted to see the sperm squirting out of the end of my cock.

While I was on the bed the doorbell rang a few times. It seems that Lily is quite popular, which would be a surprise to many. After I had seen Lily I walked around Soho. When I walked past the walk up in Dean Street I decided to go in. I am reading the latest book by Clayton Littlewood who lived in the shop below it. He says that the two maids there were called Sue and Maggie. I had not been in there before. They don't seem to have any PunterNet field reports.

There are no names on the doors. As I was on the stairs the door opened and a woman told me to come in. I told her I didn't want to do that. She said something in a foreign language that sounded like an insult and slammed the door. This has happened to me once before in Soho. Usually you knock on the door or ring the bell and the door is opened by the maid.

When I was in Berwick Street I wanted to see who is at 70A. Inside the doorway are the names and a brief description of the two women working there that day. Monica was there, who I have seen before. There was also Lisa, who I have not seen before. I tried to remember if I had read anything about Lisa. I remembered that there is a Swedish woman, but I was confusing Lisa with Eva.

I decided to see Lisa. It was a pleasant surprise. Lisa is young, tall, slender and beautiful. She is Czech but she looks as if she could be Swedish, she is blonde. She is very friendly, she reminds me of Natalie, a favourite of mine who has returned to her home country. I asked Lisa to wank me. After a while I said I would like to wank myself while looking at her pussy. She lay on her back, opened her legs, and held her pussy open.

As I was putting my clothes back on I told her that she reminded me of someone. I said she looks like Brigitte Bardot. She knew who Brigitte Bardot is, she said she would take that as a compliment because Brigitte Bardot is beautiful. I'm not sure if Friday is one of Lisa's usual days, she is there Tuesdays and weekends.

In this blog I have said how beautiful some of the women in Soho are, and compared them to celebrities. I compared Meena to Alesha Dixon. I wasn't the first person to compare Meena to Alesha. However, someone said that Meena is unattractive and looks nothing like Alesha Dixon. I don't expect everyone to agree with what I say, we all have our own ideas of beauty.

Just recently I noticed that Rebecca has had a bad review on the PunterNet field reports. The man who wrote this review said he was disappointed when he saw her because people had said she is very pretty. The first time I saw Rebecca I thought she was very pretty. I was not the only one to say so. The second time I saw her I wasn't quite so attracted towards her.

In this review he also said that Rebecca wouldn't let him do certain things to her. He said that there are women who are more accommodating, and gave Alena as an example. I can understand why he says this. Alena, Meena and Lisa seem to go out of their way to make their customers happy, probably because they want to make as much money as they can and calculate they will get repeat customers and a good reputation. But you can't blame most of the women in Soho who just do what their client has paid for.

I remember years ago when Alena was like this too. When she was blonde I saw her. I asked if we could change position and she held up a finger and that I get just one position and no more.

I should think that if Rebecca likes a man, or if she is in a good mood, or if it is a regular customer, then she might be more accommodating. When I was with her I paid for her to wank me and then I asked her to show me her pussy. She was quite happy to lie back on the bed, open her legs and hold open her pussy for me.

Lily and Cherry

Usually I only see a woman that I have seen before or one who has been recommended. On Tuesday however I went to two different places and saw whoever was there. I was lucky, because I met two lovely young women.

The first place I went to was a Chinese medical establishment in New Oxford Street. Normally I wouldn't identify one of these places or any of the women who work there. Most of these Chinese places offering acupuncture and herbal treatments as well as massage would not want people to know that anything sexual happens on their premises. This place is a bit different.

I had got some information from readers of this blog about a place in Charing Cross Road that I have been to several times and posted on. One is that Claire is no longer there, but also that she would take her clothes of for payment. When I had seen Claire she had not offered to do this for me. Perhaps she only did it for her regular customers. If I had known this I would have gone to see her again. The other information is that Kelly doesn't offer anything sexual. I had been to see Kelly when I wanted half an hour straight massage and no sexual services had been offered.

So it does seem that some Chinese women who give massage don't offer anything extra, and some offer a limited sexual service. The place I went to on Tuesday is different, you can get pretty much whatever you want. I had heard about this place a few times, it used to be called San Ling. When I went in there the receptionist asked me what kind of massage I wanted. She told me to go downstairs to one of the rooms and she would join me.

I went down the stairs and there were two young women sitting on a sofa. I said hello to them and then tried to find the specified room. It smelled a bit musty but it seemed clean enough. I went in and the receptionist came in after me. I had already told her I wanted a wanted a 45 minute massage, which is £35. She asked me if I wanted a body-to-body massage where the woman is naked. I said I would. She asked me what else I wanted. I said that I'm not sure what you call it, a 'happy ending'? She said yes. I gave her £75 in all and she left.

This is different from other places where I have been to. Usually it seems that the receptionist has no idea what is going on, and what happens is a private agreement between the masseuse and her client. I took off all my clothes and sat on the massage couch. I had thought that the receptionist might be the one giving the massage, but in walked a beautiful smiling young woman. Her name is Lily and she is half Chinese and half Japanese.

She asked me to lie on my front on the massage couch and she started the massage. Some time later I could hear what sounded like her taking her clothes off. She got on top of me, continued to massage me and pressed her body onto mine. Then it was time for me to turn over and get a good look at her. I think she is lovely, although some would say she's a bit podgy and her breasts are a bit on the small side. That is fine with me though. She has lots of pubic hair as do most of these oriental women.

She is very smiley and friendly and asked me what I would like. She told me she could give me oral sex. I think she said it would be without a condom, but I'm not sure. She said that I could fuck her if I wanted. I think she said it would be another £20 for each of these. I told her I didn't have any more money. She asked me how much money I had and I told her I only had £5.

Lily put some oil on my willy and started to masturbate me. I wanted her to talk dirty to make it more exciting. I told her that next time I'm going to fuck her. She knew how to make it more exciting for me and she put one foot on the couch and started playing with her pussy. She did this quite vigorously, moaning and saying "Next time you fuck me, yeah?". She got onto the couch with me, sitting astride it facing me, and wanked me.

Later on that day I wanted to go somewhere else. I was hoping Ivy might be at 8 Greek Street. I have seen her a couple of times this year. I like 8 Greek Street because the pricing structure is simpler than all the other walk ups in Soho. You pay £20 for each 10 minutes, and you don't get charged extra if you want to do different things.

I had been to see Monica at 70A Berwick Street a week or two before. I told her I would like her to play with my willy till it gets big and then I would like to fuck her. If I had asked for just one of these things she would have charged me £20, but the two of them together meant I had to pay another £10. It was the same when I had seen Rebecca at 1 Bateman Street.

If I had wanted 20 minutes instead of 10, Monica would have charged me £50 instead of £20, even if I had wanted to do only one thing. While I was waiting for Monica I took a photo of the 'menu' that they have on the wall explaining their charges. You can click on this picture to get a bigger picture

Ivy wasn't there at 8 Greek Street so I thought I would try Cherry. Cherry is a nice young Romanian woman, not the most beautiful or raunchiest of women in Soho but I liked her. She was wearing a nurses uniform, which is unusual because they usually charge more for wearing uniforms. It was white with a little red cross on the chest. I don't think she knew it was a nurses uniform because at the end when I was putting my clothes back on and she was sitting on the edge of the bed I said "You look like a nurse". She said "Thank you". I said "Do you know what a nurse is?". She looked confused so I said "Works in a hospital?". Her English isn't bad but it's not fluent.

I lay on the bed and Cherry lay next to me. She played with my will till it got hard and then got a condom out. She put the condom on and we changed positions so that she was lying on the bed with me kneeling between her legs. She put some lubrication onto the condom and I lowered myself down on top of her. She took my erection in her hand and guided it into her pussy.

Later we lay on the bed together till my time was up. I wanted to finger her so she put some lubricant on the end of my index finger. I moved my finger up and down the cleft of her vulva, onto the clitoris, and then gently into her vagina. Most women in Soho would not allow this.

I had spent nearly £100 that day. £75 to Lily and £22 to Cherry. It would have been better for me to spend half an hour at either 8 Greek Street or the House of Divine. This would have cost me £60. I liked Chinese massage when I thought that it was something different from prostitution. Now it seems just the same so there's no point. I would still go to see Claire again though if that was possible. Perhaps I could persuade her to take her dress off. As the great comedian Max Miller once put it in a poem.

I like the girls that do
I like the girls that don't
I hate the girl who says she will
And then she says she won't.

But the girl that I like the best of all
(I think you'll say I'm right)
Is the girl who says she never would
But looks as though she might.

Rebecca and Paris

On Friday last week I saw Rebecca again. She looked slightly different from what I had remembered. Perhaps she has altered her make up. Or perhaps there wasn't as much natural light in the room as last time. She didn't look quiet as innocent as before. It wouldn't be surprising if she is changing her appearance to become more like what most of her customers prefer.

I asked her if she would wear her school uniform for me. She said she would, but that it is a bit too big for her. When she came back into the room she was wearing a grey pleated skirt and a white blouse with a tie. I asked her to play with my willy until it got big, and then get on top of me. She got me erect, put the condom on and then stood up so that she could pull down her knickers. She straddled me, inserted my willy and lowered herself down. As she moved backwards and forwards I lifted up her skirt to look at her shaven pussy.

It was a pleasurable experience, but not as good as my fantasy. When I was putting my clothes back on I asked her what time she finished work. She told me 11 pm. I asked her what she is going to do with all her money. She said she is going to buy a house in Lithuania, and help her family.

I think this is why there are so many Eastern Europeans working as prostitutes in Soho. An English girl wouldn't as easily be able to buy a house in England as an Eastern European girl in Eastern Europe. Houses are much more expensive here than there. An English girl and an Eastern European girl might be earning the same money in Soho but the Eastern European will be able to buy more.

Rebecca could work in a coffee shop or looking after children or in a field. But she wouldn't get her house. She's working at a walk up in Soho because she wants a house, not because anybody has coerced her into doing it. I am happy to make my contribution to her dream. She seems to know what she's doing.

Another young woman who knows what she is doing is Paris. She used to work at 4 Old Compton Street, which has now closed. I have seen her several times and mentioned her in different posts. She was one of the most popular girls in Soho. Men like her because she looked like a teenager and was a lot of fun.

Paris is now involved in running the Pleasure Mansion, just to the north of Soho. Here is a recent picture of her, surrounded by lots of money.

encounters with angels

This week I have seen two young women who are beautiful and delightful. On Tuesday I saw Rebecca in Bateman Street Soho. Rebecca had been recommended but I got a surprise when I saw her. She must be the prettiest girl in Soho, and she has a natural beauty which is what I like. Many of the women in Soho are quite tarty looking which doesn't do it for me.

The walk up in Bateman Street is one of the seediest in Soho so I wasn't expecting much. Rebecca is quite young-looking and could easily pass for a teenager although she told me she is in her 20s. She is small and slender, with smallish pert breasts. She has brown straight hair which is about shoulder-length. She has a nice all-over tan and a tatoo of a scorpion on her waist near her hip.

Rebecca is from Lithuania but her English is very good. I opted for a handjob, gave her the £22, and took off my clothes. I lay on the bed and she got on with me. She kept her red bra and knickers on to begin with, but when I asked her to take them off she did. She said she usually keeps them on if it's just a handjob. While she was wanking me I looked at her lovely face and chatted with her.

I had seen a sign on the wall that said 'Uniforms £10 extra' and I asked her if she had a schoolgirl uniform. She said she had and I said I would like to see her again but this time in her schoolgirl uniform. She asked me if I liked young and I said I like women of all ages.

Afterwards when I went down the stairs and onto the street there were people sitting outside the pub on the opposite side of the street. I wondered if they like to notice the men coming and going and comment on them.

Rebecca works a couple of days a week in Bateman Street and another couple of days a week round the corner at the Greek Street walk down.

On Wednesday I thought I would have a Chinese massage. I had a recommendation for a woman at a Chinese medical establishment in Charing Cross Road. I'm not going to give her name because I don't think she would want me to mention her on the internet. I shall just use her initial, which is C. I went into the medical centre and asked if C. is here today. The girl behind the counter said yes and that she would be available in 20 minutes. That was a bit of luck as she might not have been there that day or she might have been fully booked.

I went away and grabbed something to eat, returning at the appointed time. After sitting for a couple of minutes C. came into the room. She is tall and pretty, and was wearing a black dress with black tights. She is slender, and looked quite sexy in a smart secretary kind of way. She looks about 20 and has a lovely smile.

C. took me through a doorway and I was expecting that we would go down stairs, along corridors and into a small room. This is what had happened the only other time I had been there, when I saw I. However, there was a larger room on the ground floor and we went in there. She busied herself with making things ready and asked me if I had seen her before. I said I had not and she asked me why I had asked specifically for her. I told her that a friend of mine had seen her. I didn't want to say that people had been discussing her wanking skills on the internet.

She asked me what my friend had said about her, and I told her he had merely told me that she is good at massage. She invited me to undress so I took off all my clothes including my underpants. The room was warm and dimly lit. I lay on the massage table face down and put my head into the little hole. The table had been covered with paper.

She started on the massage and asked me how firm I wanted my massage to be. I told her I wanted a firm massage and she got to work on my shoulders and neck. It was almost painful at times but pleasant. She used oil and worked her way down my back. She massaged my bum and legs, several times moving her fingers between my buttocks. I even wondered if she was going to put a finger up my bum. Some say that moving between buttocks is a sign that the girl is willing to wank you.

I couldn't chat to her with my head in the hole so I just enjoyed the massage. When she asked me to turn over we could talk. Without me having to ask her, she asked me if I wanted her to do something with my penis. I said that would be nice. I had thought I might have to say something like 'My friend told me that you played with his willy'. She said something like 'What about a tip, let's say £20?'.

She was quite smiley and giggly, and seemed slightly embarrassed, but very friendly. I thought I would try and put my hand on the back of her leg. She didn't seem to mind that so I moved my hand up further. Eventually I got my hand up her dress and felt the gusset of her tights, her bum and between her legs. I don't think she usually allows this. I. however is willing to strip off for an extra £20, and apparently she will suck and maybe even fuck.

When it was over I put my clothes back on and she talked to me while tidying up. I remembered to give her the £20 that we had agreed. We had been discussing Chinatown which is just across the road. She asked me if I have been to Hong Kong. I said no and she said you don't need a visa to go to Hong Kong, you need a visa to go to China, but not Hong Kong. I said 'Do you need a visa to go to Chinatown?' which she thought very funny and laughed.

Then she escorted me to the front door. I got a final look at her legs while I was following her. So it's been a good week. I have had sexy encounters with two lovely girls, more lovely than I had expected. So lovely they deserve to be called angels.