Cheap and functional punt with a restricted service
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Bentleys is hidden in an old brick Victorian warehouse, down a side street off a back street near Picadilly station - no chance of being spotted! You go down some steep steps to a spacious basement with white walls, spacious rooms.
This is one of the parlours where the receptionist rings a bell, the ladies troop out, announce their names and then you're looking at six or seven ladies who look back at you in silence. There was also a chatty lady gossiping in that stereotype bitchy gossipy way with the receptionist when I came in. She (the lady, not the receptionist!) preened herself and attempted to look a mixture of sex-bomb, coy and sultry when I came in. She failed.
All of the ladies seemed to have Eastern European/Mediterranean accents, as far as I could tell, with: "Hi, my name Alicia". Other than the gossipy one who spoke broad Mancunian. I went for Alexandra, based on the slimmest one who was also dark brunette. The others silently slipped away. The broad Mancunian pointed down a corridor and said: "That way love", then got back to her gossip. The rooms are in a bright corridor behind reception, and Alexandra stood next me, pointed at a door and said: "first room, I come". The room was bright, spacious and fresh. It had a shower in the corner and a chair for your clothes.
Alexandra returned with a small make up bag and some wet wipes. I smiled and asked her how she was, where she came from, etc. "Err... Italy", she replied, with a thick Eastern Mediterranean accent - not Italian! She sat on the side of the bed looking at her feet as I undressed. When I was ready she said in monotone: "So you have... blow job with condom... sex...you touch...no kissing".
I laid face down and she prodded me - it was like someone trying to find out if dog was dead. A sort of prod, because you think you should check, but you really don't want to touch a dead dog. So I rolled over and she amazingly managed to put a condom on my completely flaccid penis without any bother. I thought that was next to impossible, but I suspect she's had practice with flaccid members.
The blow job was functional, up and down like a metronome. Good if you like that, but no variety. Finally, once I was hard, she stood at the side of the bed, took her knickers off, rolled her top down, and then straddled me. As I started to get aroused, I pulled her close to me and her head turned away and I got a mouthful of hair. I tried kissing her shoulder, but then she pulled away.
After realising just how detached it was all going to be, I relaxed and enjoyed what I was getting - a bit like a wank with an incredibly realistic warm flesh like doll with lovely smooth skin and a slim physique. On the positive side, she actually rocked back and forth very smoothly and steadily, no fake moans, no fake thrusts and gymnastics. To her credit, she she stayed in place when I came, until I said: "OK".
Then she got off, gave me her first genuine smile and said: "you OK?". She handed me tissues and then asked: "How old you are?". I asked about the shower and she said: "yes, you wash" and then she got a towel from the pile on the shelves ands said: "this is towel"...and left.
Would I go again? Possibly - it's cheap, convenient, functional and has a range of ladies. Perhaps she'll lighten up if I was a regular. Perhaps one of the other ladies who actually smiled (but didn't have the figure I had in mind) might be better. Maybe I should try the Mancunian instead of the thick accented ladies. This was a parlour punt, just like the old days. It does what you need for only £35.
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