OK, I didn't think that my very first post ever would be of a poor experience (despite having had numerous positive ones)...but here goes. I also thought that having used this board so many times, it would be nice to make a contribution.
So I finished work and was in the 'mood'. Having had a great experience with Kaylie previously, I thought I would give the fine folks at Pink Kitty a call. I told Lisa (apparently Jessica was not the one answering calls today) what I was looking for. She told me Nikki, 18, had strawberry blond hair, large breasts, and was about 120 lbs. No complaints at this point.
What brought me to Pink Kitty in the first place was Dreamer8's rave reviews of the place (I never use agency's but, Dreamer, you are the man!). On a side note, congrats on your award, I have found your input to be quite helpful in the past.
So I arrived at the incall location which was a hotel at carling and the queensway. Got there a bit early, but got the call from Lisa to head on up to the room. Nikki opened the door and she was not quite what I expected. I would say about a 5/10 face, and 6/10 body. Probably should have turnaround at this point, but like I said, I was in the 'mood' (my 1st bad call). She asked me if it was for one hour or a half...i said one hour (my 2nd bad call). So i begin to undress and notice some pictures displayed on the dresser and end table...they were of her boyfriend and son...I made no mention of it, but man that put Mr. Happy in a bad mood. Not to mention that her b/f's Tommy Hilifiger jacket was also lying on the chair. She mentions she doesn't kiss...again, I look at the picture on the table. So I went for one round (rather than bolting and my third bad call) and decide to get the hell out of there even though I had paid for the full hour.
As i'm making my way out of the hotel, I realised i left my watch in the on the table...shit (my final bad call of the evening). I went back up to the room and knocked on the door...the boyfriend answers the door!!!...yup that's right....I just banged this guys g/f is all I'm thinking. He hands me my watch and I get the hell out of there again. Overall a pretty f***ed up experience.
Anyways, the point of all this was to share a laugh and my interesting evening with my fellow "cerbites"... It's worth noting there isn't much of a consistent level of service being offered at PK (in my opinion anyways). I highly recommend getting a pic first, and not just listening to a description of a girl over the phone. Perhaps this was my 1st real mistake of the evening!
I guess you can never really be certain of any situation (duh!) and thinking with the wrong head can lead to poor judgement as it did in my case. Cheers gents.
