Another date with Angel18 from CL
Well, I had another session with Angel last night. I made a number of calls to girls from CL, but decided, what the hell, I'd really enjoyed Angel's previous service, and thought I knew exactly what I would be getting.
I called from the road, shortly after midnight, and was informed that she was indeed open for business, but that she could only provide car service.
Now, car-service is not my favorite. I tend to feel more than a little paranoid that LE and others might catch me in the act as I sit exposed in more ways than one. Therefore, I drove around a bit, tried some of my other contacts, but they weren't answering, so I called Angel and confirmed.
She directed me to pick her up at an apartment complex in Burnaby (a surprise because I'd met up with her in East Van the previous time - and in a basement suite.) Nevertheless, I followed her directions, parked the car on the street, and walked down to the main doors of the apartment complex (where she's told me she would wait.) First problem occurred at this point. Apparently, she'd expected me to drive my car right up to the doors (there is a drive-way leading from the street down to the doors), so I got a scolding. We walked back to my car, with her continuously asking me where my car was, even though I'd pointed it out to her (only a few meters up the road).
Anyway, we got in the car. I immediately handed over the one hundred roses (this had been the agreed-upon fee.) She'd assured me she knew of a "very safe" parking place, so I was somewhat disappointed to be directed into a small parking garage in the same block as her apartment. The place was brightly lit, there were a few other cars parked there, and the spot she told me to take would have been fully visible to anyone who entered (or left) the parking area.
Now, I must remind you once again that I am not a car person due to my tendency to paranoia. But, having driven miles for this appointment, I took off my pants on her command and settled back for some attention. Somewhat absent-mindedly, I reached out to stroke her fully-clothed leg. She reacted with great agitation, very sharply informing me that she "never allows touch". I was taken aback - I'd just paid 100 for a car quickie and I wasn't even allowed to stroke her fully-clothed leg?? I pointed out that, during our previous encounter, she'd not only let me touch her everywhere, but she'd been totally naked while I was doing it. I'd just assumed this policy would continue. "Well, I don't remember," she snapped.
At this point she turned her attention to my little pecker. Suffice it to say that the conditions were such that not much was happening down there. She was just so grumpy and brusque ... We were in a lighted, open parking garage in full view of potentially curious eyes ... I wasn't allowed any tactile contact with her ... I was already experiencing buyers remorse - that feeling you get when you start adding up all those things you haven't, but could have, spent that kind of money on.
Needless to say, the little pecker was hardly stirring - despite angel's half-hearted attempts to get things going. Eventually, I took the little fellow back from her and said I didn't think things were working. "Have you been drinking?" she asked. (I hadn't - my flaccid little guy was merely reacting to the very un-erotic environment she'd created.) Then, deciding her work was done, she bade me goodnight and hopped out the car.
In short (I apologize for the length of this posting) I realize I probably caught Angel at a bad time when she was likely tired, or whatever. But, I certainly won't do repeat business with her. Frankly, her attitude sucked last night, and she really needs to find a more private, less well-lit parking spot (or, even better, a room!!!). She is very, very cute, but her level of service certainly doesn't make it worth paying her 100 for worse "customer" care than you'd get from one of the ladies on Franklin for 20-40.
YMMV, but consider yourselves warned.
