On the Block. Report: 012
'On the Block'
'Southern Charms'
18-Aug-2010 Sat Report: 012. Tina for $60. Location: XX Casper Road, Papatoetoe, South Auckland. Mob: 0515 or 96193 Ethnicity: Thai. System: Direct. Rating: 2/5.
NOTE: Although based in the same road, this outlet is not the same Apple and Coffee operated from.
After 18 days since the last bonk, it was a time for a repeater and the chance for it presented itself in South Auckland again since I had to do a Trade Me pick up in Onehunga. Therefore a convenient way to marry the two activities again.
Not to mention I could do it in my preferred time slot of weekday daytime. The only thing I resigned to suffer through was the traffic. After setting off on a usual, but a much longer drive, I arrived to Hunters Plaza car park serving as my South Auckland relay point.
There, I leafed through my booklet with ads and after a few calls that ended up in the voicemail graveyard, the call to allegedly 'hot and sexy' Tina with blue background and no photo, went live and a heavily accented Asian voice directed me to Casper Road.
Who would have thought; two knock houses in the same street. I drove down Great South Road then turned into Casper Road, passed Apple and Coffee's operation, then found the right house just prior to a bend into Tui Road.
The single level white weatherboard house had a fairly exposed approach. A rap on the door with my knuckles and Tina opened up. She was an average and unremarkable Asian female with no special features, however she passed my MRA, therefore I decided to go through with it.
So with little to no foreplay, somehow during the blowjob part of the experience my penis got properly erected, and I turned her over, on the edge of the bed, ass up, head down and began banging her from behind. After several minutes, with a groan of relief I came inside the condom. With not much chit chat afterwards, I dressed up and left.
It was a very routine and almost mechanical experience. Nevertheless, due to MRA achieved, it did get me off and for this one time the objective was accomplished, but definitely wouldn't go back for repeats.
So in that regards two stars. Which I guess is better then one star as the gap between first and second star is much, much greater than the gap between four to five star experience.
Predictably, on my way back home I got stuck in a mean traffic jam around 4:30 pm.
Damn. You can't hit the jackpot every time in this game.
On the Block. Report: 013
'on the block'
'north shore chronicles'
25-aug–2010, wed. report: 013.
yoo yoo for $60. location: xxx chivalry road, glenfield, north shore. mob: 2789. ethnicity: chinese. system: massage. rating: 5/5.
torrential rain descended upon auckland in mid winter. it was a perfect day for a nice massage and a pump whilst everyone else is working. yet my main motivation to see yoo yoo was a need for a haircut again.
prior to driving up, when calling the landline number i made sure it is yoo yoo who will be pumping me. she assured me it's going to be her. so i parked up on the side of the road, walked up the stairs and rang the bell, but this time with much less worry if anybody can see me, since the rain provided some blurring cover from any eventual prying eyes.
again, there was that same wow effect upon seeing her first. she followed the same procedure massage wise like last time, however there was a change during this visit; she offered to do uncovered hand job for $60 and i accepted it. she peeled off her skirt revealing a nicely kept body.
normal sized tits, shapely ass and a long black hair reaching all the way down to her butt cheeks offered a nice sight to look at. this time, as she pumped me and i caressed her thighs, i squeezed even more of her ass. it was really enjoyable.
requested a kissing treatment, but like most chinese massage purveyors she did it only for a short while. yet it was good while it lasted. don't fault her though. after all, she isn't operating a direct system. maybe it was awkward for her to kiss and pump? don't know. i was happy with the deal i was getting anyway, and that is the most important part of the transaction. mutual sense of value.
without her protesting for doing so, i started squeezing her tits. with such a new fuel to further inflame my primal urges, the pleasure bell curve appeared sooner. she kept pumping and pumping, while i kept squeezing her tits with my left and her ass with my right hand.
as i started spurting the semen all over the place, her hand was still duly gliding up and down the shaft, smearing the sperm all over her busy little hand.
again, when she was sure there wasn't one single drop left, she cleaned me up nicely making an already familiar comment; 'too mutt. ' she gave me a hair cut with the same sweet 'too mutt' comment and off i went, happy like a sparrow.
yeap, she is still better that a lot of full service thai girls from the truth, and if we are to split hairs, the $12 to $20 value for the cut on the civvy street is absorbed into the price.
while she massaged me we kept on a chat, and i found out she commutes from auckland to shore everyday and is originally from beijing. the place has another lady on site. still not sure about full service though, simply because i didn't bother to ask.
hey, who cares; this experience like the first one with her, proves that there are times when you don't need full service to have a five star experience.
On the Block. Report: 014
'On the Block'
'North Shore Chronicles'
20-Oct–2010, Wed. Report: 014.
Yoo Yoo for $70. Location: XXX Chivalry Road, Glenfield, North Shore. Mob: 2789. Ethnicity: Chinese. System: Massage. Rating: 5/5.
Mid week on my day off work is a perfect timing to kill two birds with one stone, one of course is the haircut and the other was a hand job for a sexual relief that was long in waiting. In fact I had a particularly mean spell of draught that was almost 2 months long.
So today, I called up what is up until now my favourite hair stylist and was there within minutes.
'How much you want to pay? '
'$70 for a massage, handjob and a cut, ' I replied, deciding to go with the full price, knowing I am still better off when you absorb the price of a professional cut. Plus, I really started to like this girl and will be a sad day when she decides to exit the scene.
Experience wise it was same as the last time, however the kissing was much longer and she was willing to do it until I shot my load. Again, I grabbed her ass and tits with my hands and we kissed passionately until eruption ensued, feeling on a natural high afterwards for a long time.
At the door we gave each other a nice big hearty hug and I left. Light as a sparrow, I felt the world is my oyster.
On the Block. Report: 015
'On the Block'
'Across the Bridge'
06-Dec-2010 Mon. Report: 015. Yuko for $80. Location: XXX Penrose Road, Mt Wellington, Auckland Central (and its suburbs). Mob: 9762 Ethnicity: Japanese. System: Direct. Rating: 3/5.
It's been quite a long time since I was on the other side of the Bridge, visiting one of many operations inside Auckland City and the suburbs that surround it, specifically numerous Thai direct providers clustered in Mt Albert and Sandringham to name the few.
Since early 2008 when I discovered then active legal prostitution scene on the Shore. To be more exact, my last visit was to Lily in Pt Chev.
Again, I had a Trade Me pick up from Ellerslie Panmure Highway in Mt Wellington. After driving up and doing my pick up, I placed the package into the trunk then prior to setting off, I scanned through the cut out Heralds Adult Entertainment ad page and located Yuko, an allegedly 23 yo Japanese lady with 'magic top service'.
Due to alphabet, Yuko's ad always seemed to be the very last on the list, however why it suddenly popped out at me was it's location; Penrose Road. Somewhere nearby, and being late in the afternoon, time was of the essence as I had to go back to the Shore.
The name Yuko reminds me of Fuko, a Japanese gravure model known for gigantic breasts. So I was hoping that some of Fuko might be present in Yuko. That is, if she is Japanese in the first place as oppose to a Thai lady masquerading as one.
Which is highly likely. As of yet I'm not quite sure why do some Thai providers do that; claiming to be Japanese or Korean as oppose to Thai. Could it be a marketing ploy to appeal to those Kiwi men looking specifically for Japanese or Korean providers for some reason? Not sure.
Dialled the number, the call went live and Yuko answered.
'Hi, saw your ad in the Herald. Just wandering how much would the price be for half an hour? '
'$100 for half. '
'Oh, I see. Yeah, unfortunately that is a bit too much for me, but thank you."
'Ok, ok, ok. Give $80 for you. '
Only thought about if for split second. Fuck it, I could just go for it anyway, since it is 4 pm anyway and I have already established contact. Yeah, let's see what it is. Maybe I strike gold.
'Ok, what is the address? '
'XXX Penrose Road, Mt Wellington. '
'I'll be there in five minutes. '
Quick drive down a large connecting street and I drove into Penrose Road. The actual house was just next to a stretch of shops and it's associated car parks. However, the house had a makeshift car park on it's own; a concreted front yard, purpose built for up to three cars. Tall wooden fence around it defending it from prying eyes.
As you drive into it, attached to the fence on the street side is the house number, written in bold red figures on a white plate. Another, bigger white plate was attached next to it with even bolder and bigger red letters saying MASSAGE.
Which made me cringe. The sign was way too loud for the high traffic area. Do they really expect to have that many walk in clients? Legal prostitution in the type of market I move in is a mostly prior arranged transaction. Therefore my wish they were more discreet about things.
Even in Cici's place in Diana Dve, Glenfield, the place had a much smaller signpost and it's effect was to confirm to new clients that they are at the right place, as oppose to advertising it to those who are not in the know.
I drove in and parked up in the very corner of the yard, and feeling protected by the fence, took time to properly sort myself out, leaving all the valuables from my pockets in the car, and taking only the car keys and the cash with me.
The house itself was two level, brown brick veneer, with probably a basement or a ground flat underneath. Stairs lead up to the main entrance. The familiar feeling of being uncomfortable and exposed, perched up on the stair landing for everyone to see me, reappeared briefly while waited after ringing the bell. It quickly subsided, when I realised that luckily most of the nearby area is commercial and no one probably cares anyway about the visitors of this house.
Yuko opened the door and led me into the first room on the left, with the standard massage table inside. Apart from it, there were some Japanese decorative items on the wall, such as ornaments and similar. It all appeared very minimalist. Yes, there were items and pieces of furniture around, but they were very carefully arranged. It all gave off a Japanese feel about the place.
Japan is a country with culture where people don't spend enough money on useless stuff that clutters up their living space. The country, just like China, is heavily invested in US national debt. Which in a way is a problem for their economy for opposite reasons than NZ where spending and indebtedness are high. They have low interest rates to discourage people to hoard cash and to spend it, we have high rates to discourage us from doing so and to save.
Was Yuko, if that was her real name, Japanese? Most likely. To me she looked the part. It is not that hard to tell apart a Thai woman, with dark skinned ones coming from the Eastern Isaan province, from their Chinese and Korean counterparts.
There is less difference between Japanese and Chinese, than between both of those two and Korean and Thai women. With time, distinctive physical features became recognizable to those who look. To me she wasn't Thai and most likely was either Japanese or Chinese masquerading as one.
Another thing that stood out was Yuko's evident eagerness to engage in sexual acts. Japanese culture is much more rigidly structured as far as women are concerned. Women still hold much more traditional roles than Western women do.
Japan had no equivalent of communist revolution that bumped the status of women up like in China for example, nor the powerful feminist movement like we did in the West. It was as if she could finally break out of her shelf right here in NZ and explore sexuality.
Physically she was slim and short. Attractive enough for a bonk, she passed my MRA, but nothing about her really stood out.
I took off my clothes and sat on the edge of the table. 'Ok, now I go suck! ', she said with an enthusiastic smile and ripped into me, after giving it a few good thugs to get it fully up, and being such a long time since any contact with a female kind, it was no problem for it to go up instantaneously.
In the middle of the vigorous and nice blowjob action a sound of knocking at the main door seeped into the room. She put on a robe, told me not to go anyway, as if I could with a rock hard erection, and exited the room. I could hear a door salesmen attempting to sell a first aid kit, but the sales pitch couldn't have come at the worse moment and it was unsuccessful.
Yuko returned to the room, disrobed into the naked state again and returned to the job of blowing me. After I felt ready for the hard core action, she hopped onto the table for leg spreading action first, then energetic pumping action from behind, which resulted in a final groan of relief. The final kiss and hug and I was out of there.
It was a standard 3 star experience, meaning I got what I came for. So why not more than 3 stars? Despite the enthusiasm, her physical appearance wasn't high above the MRA. Yet, I would go back if no other opportunities were available whilst on a prostitution prowl.
If it was $100 it would be too much considering current market conditions. For a $20 reduction, which probably meant she cut out the massage part and switched to Direct System, and for a $80 fee, it just crossed the line as an overall acceptable deal.
On the Block. Report: 016
'On the Block'
'North Shore Chronicles'
23-Dec–2010, Thu. Report: 016.
Yoo Yoo for $70. Location: XXX Chivalry Road, Glenfield, North Shore. Mob: 2789. Ethnicity: Chinese. System: Massage. Rating: 5/5.
At the very cusp of the looming New Year holiday period, I visited Yoo Yoo again. Just to ensure I get my triple fix in case she joins the masses and does take a vacation as well.
Yeap, had everything done as per usual; a massage to iron out the creases and kinks in my back and provide a female touch, a hand job and a cut to control my wild, thick hair.
Another five star experience.
On the Block. Report: 017
'On the Block'
'Southern Charms'
09-Jan-2011 Sun. Scout Report for '7E Club' at 7E Smales Road, East Tamaki, South Auckland. Landline: 4328 Ethnicity: Various (claimed). System: Sauna (presumed). Price range: $120 half/$160 full hour.
Around 8 am I prepped myself to go to my friends restaurant near South Auckland and help him out with painting starting at around 11 am.
Another sunny and beautiful summer Sunday was a perfect timing to marry the two things together; painting and provider visit. The plan was to first have a bonk somewhere in Papatoetoe, than show up in the restaurant and thus save time.
After making my preferential ad picks, I sent out some feeler txts to several mobile numbers, but being Sunday morning there was understandably no response. At 9 am I started calling providers direct, but again no luck.
At 9:10 am I set off from the Shore, with hope one of them might swallow the bait of previous calls and txts and sound off, again still nothing and it stayed that way until I arrived to Casper Road, hoping to park in that little corner car park. However it was coned off with road works about to be undertaken there.
Driving up further down the road, I parked up on the side of the street and began calling providers methodically but to no avail. Only 'Hot Tina' responded, whom I accidentally called without realising it, but she told me it is too early for her and to call later. Remembering she provided a two star experience before, it's good thing she wasn't available.
Beginning to despair and feeling uneasy about being parked in a highly visible spot, I decided to drive out to Hunters Plaza car park and parked at 'my spot' where I usually park when On the Block in South Auckland.
Again a new round of calls, and only one went live, the one that has $40 quickly advertised as a 24/7 operation.
'Too early for me now. Call in the afternoon', she responded just like Hot Tina and hung up. Which of course means blacklisting for false advertising. At least Tina didn't put 24/7 churn into her ad.
At that point I resorted to calling ads of providers in Manurewa and Manukau, knowing it would mean an even longer drive, but still nothing.
After a good, long thought I decided to leave it for now and drove up Harris Road and into East Tamaki Industrial Estate towards Botany. Very reluctantly though, all with hope that a flash of txt will confirm a provider is free to see me now. Whomever from wherever, but no.
Just as I drove across Smales Road a little light went up inside my mind. Hold on! There was an ad from the Truth that stuck with me, while cutting the paper up. It was the one featuring a good quality photo of a pretty young Asian hottie, slightly bending over and blowing kisses. It was obviously a professional glamour model, and the real girls probably don't resemble anything like that. The place marketed itself as a '7E Smales Health Club' and I checked it on Google Maps just out of curiosity.
Doubling back to Smales Road, I turned left and took a blind pot shot at where it might be referring to signage. It was a part of an elongated, single level warehouse type building with a low pitched roof, surrounded by a desolate looking car park.
The area looked rough, with a very sleazy feel about it. To tell you the truth I liked it. When prostitution is legal, sleazy is part of the fun and it evokes a different feeling as oppose to when prostitution is illegal. Instead of fear that you might be arrested for a consensual adult transaction, there is excitement about the whole affair. It was hard to imagine glamorous girls working there, like the one depicted in the ad though.
Still, other businesses that leased out spaces in the same stretch of warehouse were none as shady looking, instead offering much more mundane services, such as car repairs, taxation advice, warranty of fitness, plumbing services and similar.
Unit E was near the end of the left side of the building, so ignore the Google Maps marker which wrongfully shows the number on the other side. I parked up in the spot at the very entrance, a single brown door. The sole window next to it had heavy curtains drawn up with 'Open' neon sign flashing prominently.
So I rang. Nothing happened. Rang again. Nothing happened again. One more time. Same. No answer. Just as I was about to get back into the car and drive away the door swung open and a bald headed, tough, martial arts kind of looking Asian guy, wearing an unsightly pale pink bathrobe with flower patterns appeared in the doorways. He seemed to be still sobering up or has just woke up.
'One girl is available now. 3 girls after 12 pm, when Day Shift starts'
'I see, and what is the price range. '
'$120 half hour, $160 full hour. '
'Ok, well thank you for that. '
'No problem, come back any time. '
On my way to Botany, I was thinking that one girl that is available is probably his wife or girlfriend anyway.
On the Block. Report: 018
'on the block'
'southern charms'
09-jan-2011 sun. report: 018. donna for $60. location: x casper road, papatoetoe, south auckland. mob: 9629 ethnicity: thai. system: direct. rating: 5/5.
note: the same house where apple and coffee operated from.
'under new management'
after finishing up with the painting, so it happened that my friend had a brand new copy of truth weekender. he bought it not for the hookers but because of an article that caught his attention. he let me have the whole paper.
in the east tamaki industrial area i found secluded spot and took out the skin part of it with all the sex related ads for hookers, porn dvds, sex chats and similar. now was the time to refer to it, by browsing through and salivating over the sex ad filled, colourful, salacious pages.
although there was a feel of ghostly abandon, being a sunday early afternoon in the industrial area, i just couldn't fully relax and leaf through the pages as if i could if i was at home in a familiar environment.
however i did make one pick from the new truth if all else fails, candy from mangere road where supposedly 3 ladies are available, then drove off and, after a brief drive back to south auckland, parked up again on the side of the street that seemed to offer a bit more privacy, whipped out my booklet and dialled alice.
the call went live and i was greeted by one of the worse communicators in the last 4 years since i'm on the block. she spoke with a certain recognizable undertone of a middle aged thai woman that i realised as much, but apart from that couldn't understand a thing.
correction, i understood what the address was, east tamaki road, papatoetoe, yet i wasn't sure if i actually managed to get an appointment or not as she hung up on me. after reaching the intersection i turned into east tamaki road but ended up driving to the very opposite end of where i should be going.
only after reaching number 450 and something did i realise the error. who knows where i headed, so i turned back and finally set off the right way. since that call went the way it did, the closer i got to the address the more was i getting pissed off. am i going to be turned away or not? do i have a time slot secured or not?
soon i reached the scary looking and infamous neighborhood of otara with teenage gangsters visible and patrolling the area, then just after that after a set of lights, there it was, the number was written in big white digits on the side of the fence.
instead of parking up, i just drove past it and onwards further into papatoetoe without stopping. why? previously mentioned uncertainty of an appointment for one. didn't feel safe in that area, which was borderline between otara and papatoetoe with gangsters sighted around the place. didn't like the house location itself as there was no convenient off site parking apart from the driveway that was straight after the lights, so the approach was highly visible.
all that reinforced by that time already made decision to keep on driving and not to stop and make an approach. assuming that i had an appointment secured in the first place that is. instead, i drove back to hunters plaza car park, hoping for a better luck this time and being afternoon, guessing most providers would be awake and sober by now.
again, i started dialling numbers from my booklet, but mostly with no success. one call only finally went live; alisa based in caruth road according to her ad, operating for $50 and she told me not right now, call back in another 20 mins. her voice was quiet but it was much more understandable than alice's.
i was ready to cut my losses, just fucking go back to the shore and forget about the whole thing. but still, deep inside me i wanted to use the convenience of being in a cauldron of legal prostitution in auckland. probably the second one after mt albert one. one more round of calling, and again a lot of calls went to voicemail, then finally a call went live and a well spoken provider answered who seemingly had no problems being awake and sober.
donna at the same house on casper road that apple and coffee were operating from. actually when she first told me the address my mouth spread into a smile since i thought i'm talking to apple again. i wasn't as i was to soon find out.
as much as test driving a new provider has excitement on that primordial level, being so late in the day for me, before i had to drive back to the shore, i needed certainty that my visit will be a success. even if sex has a feel of familiarity, it doesn't really matter, most important thing is to get off. especially after already driving all this distance to get here. we agreed on the price and she was ok with me coming straight over.
quick drive to casper road and i parked up at the side of the road nearby, when out of the nowhere, like in the movies, at that exact moment my mobile phone starts flashing. damn. do i pick up or not?
i answered and once the conversation was over i was ready to make an approach and- what the fuck? just managed to get out of the car when a short, fat, bearded indian male wearing a blue top, blue samoan type lava-lava and a large gold chain around his neck, crossed the street from the shops opposite the house and waddled slowly towards it.
fuck, he might cut in front of me, and all because of a fucking phone call. he noticed me noticing him, wavered a little before finally walking into the driveway. for a moment before i had hopes he might just cross the road and go elsewhere, but no. i also made an approach.
seeing him standing there clearly illustrated why once you make an appointment you shouldn't dally about and instead get to the location asap. otherwise you risk losing the appointment and providers good faith. the indian guy attempted to do a walk in, which would be fine had i not called up first.
'you call before you come here? ', donna asked him trying to figure out which one of us has the right of way. his accent didn't match the call. had it not been the indian guy attempting a walk in but someone european, she might as well assume it was me and let him in, leaving me facing the closed doors.
but luckily for me, she recognized my voice from the call. the indian guy cracked and admitted he didn't call beforehand, so she let me in and turned him away, telling him to come back in an hour.
knowing my way around, to her surprise, i first jumped into the shower then came back into the room that use to be coffee's place of operation. it was redecorated to look absolutely awesome, with a much warmer and welcoming surroundings.
the way it should be. walls plastered with naked calendar girls, truth weekender centrefolds. nice big comfy bed in the centre of it all. big mirror on the side of the wall, positioned so you can see yourself in the action. more furniture confirming it's a place of abode, as oppose to what it use to be; cold, unwelcoming, sterile, vasectomy-like clinic.
donna is very, very pretty lady with a stunning face. although no one feature outstanding, the whole package is what it should be for the business purveyed; extremely sexy. definitely hot and has that slutty look about her, being a tall woman, with hourglass shaped body. so the fantasy frame that appears is that of an affair with a slutty, hot asian wife next door.
the only area that shows signs of her age, mid to late thirties, is her stomach due to stretch marks and a possible caesarean. but really, for $60 you going to look at that? no. the important parts that matter in that business were all there and all ok; the tits, the ass, the face and most importantly – her attitude.
yeap, the lady is a sex biz pro. it is evident straight away. we started off by lying on the bed naked, chatting, while i felt her up really well. she placed a condom on my hardened penis, then blew me vigorously for awhile.
with her blowing me, my cock inevitably became even harder and the original condom placement was completely not fitting any more, so i took an opportune moment to take it off and try and reposition it, but she helpfully and speedily grabbed a new condom.
not skimping on the costs to save on overhead. i like that. patron's comfort is paramount. she finished up with the condom replacement, then got on top of me and started riding me, with me grabbing her ass, squeezing it and kissing her tits.
contrary to the usual procedure of going for the frontal position, i turned her over and pumped her from behind for awhile. the nice, round shape of her ass continuously bumping into my groin, made it feel good to watch my penis go in and out of her pussy.
before we started, she asked me how many times i'll go and i didn't answer straight away, sort of brushing it away with a joke and mumbling something. now, pumping her like that, i did wanted to clearly answer it. in fact, i could see myself going twice with this girl so i told her, 'i go one more time. '
she wanted a full hour and i didn't fault her. by the time i shoot and recover for another go, yes, that would definitely cross over deep into a full hour, so didn't take that against her. so far was happy with what i got; provider who looks hot and likes to fuck and is responsive throughout.
all the way while banging her, i could see the action reflected in the side mirror, which created that coveted porn effect of observing yourself in the sex act. it is so well and strategically placed, so that you can just do a slight sideways glance and see the action.
most significantly, when we turned over again, by glancing at the mirror i could see her leg spread out high in the air, which only had for effect to make me push into her more energetically. that and her responsiveness with kissing, her legs swimming in the air, made me come by pushing into her from the front, as oppose to the usual relief by pumping a girl from behind.
afterwards, while i was dressing up i showed her my cut out booklet containing her ad. which of course brought a smile to her face. she asked me if i visited apple pie and coffee who operated from this house before, and i responded yes.
turns out apple got married off to some kiwi guy who bought out her contract. not sure contract from whom. mamasan of some sort? coffee also got married off to a kiwi bloke, but for a visa in apparently arranged marriage. probably a straightforward affair of sex for citizenship, unlike apple's where there could be some emotions based on love.
couldn't help to resist imagining the poor bloke thinking he scored a sex jackpot with a hot chinese cutie like coffee, but in effect it was no such thing. although i could be wrong. maybe coffee is a completely different experience in bed when it comes to fulfilling a marital duty. who knows.
in any case, both ladies finally took care of themselves, and it was up to younger providers like donna to keep carrying on the flag of casper road, until they too settle down with some poor kiwi bloke in a dire need of a wife.
one of the ads donna had the immediate negative reaction to was 'linda' operating from puhinui road. 'old and fat, ' she muttered. turns out donna was on linda's roster, and apple's happy marriage and exit from the sex biz scene provided an opportune moment for donna to break away on her own.
that house in casper road already has a regular clientele and is an established knock house in the area, as that indian guy attempting a walk in can prove it. the thing donna has to provide is new management, new girls and good quality of service. for now it is only her, but one more girl is expected to arrive in about two weeks or so.
turns out donna had her own ad cut out off the truth, the brand new one she just published, and she gave it to me to replace the old one with in my booklet. taking it, i promised i'll do so, then kissed her goodbye and left the place. outside in the yard, i bumped into a chubby asian female that was carrying the washing. she was non provider looking, dressed in normal civilian clothing. probably somebody who is living in the house but has no relation to the businesses.
in the end turned out to be a great summer sunday after all.
On the Block. Report: 019
'On the Block'
'Southern Charms'
17-Jan-2011 Sun Report: 019. Candy for $60. Location: XXX Mangere Road, Otahuhu, South Auckland. Mob: 9842. Ethnicity: Thai. System: Direct. Rating: 5/5.
South Auckland visit again. Had to do a Trade Me pick up.
Worked on my Pook Book as I now call it. One Truth ad stuck with me from the time I got the paper from my friend last time. It was of Candy from Mangere Road, standing on top of the bed in the fishnet stockings, her large ass popping out.
Sold from the moment I sighted the ad, I wanted to make a visit and today was the opportunity to do so. Like before, I drove to Hunters Plaza car park and called up Candy. The call went live and she quoted the price of $60 for half. She gave me the address and I told her I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Before calling up the number, I had a look at the map trying to figure out where Mangere Road is and how to get there in shortest possible time if successful in setting up a visit. You'd think from the name it is in Mangere, which is much further away from Hunters Plaza, but it is actually in Otahuhu, a relatively short drive away.
Setting off up Great South Road, driving the opposite way I would to reach Casper Road, I passed several industrial complexes then turned into Mangere Road. Candy did say she was on number XX right? I parked in front of metal gate that was locked with a large padlock, leading into two separate driveways. What the fuck? This can't be the right address, can it?
A Euro guy in his 40s emerged from the house on the right and headed towards me. For fuck sake, please don't tell me that guy is a pimp. Really feel uncomfortable with that. Legalised prostitution reduces the need for a pimp and an organized criminal network to run it. Unless the male figure serves as a protection of course.
Yet, my understanding is that most of the providers are skilled at using concealed knives to protect themselves in case things turn ugly with the client. My guess is that by and large, most of the punters that use providers in my market range are a non-threatening and unimpressive lot. Gangsters and dangerous types would probably know where to get their cut up for free in return for drugs or similar.
The guy unlocked the gate and got to my drivers window, which I lowered a little bit.
'Hi, are you parking here for a reason? ', he asked in a British accent. No sense that he was threatening me or anything. Not even that he is trying to procure.
'I think I'm lost', I responded showing the map in my hands.
'All right, just letting you know I'm expecting someone to park up in about 20 minutes. '
'No worries, will be off soon. '
Even if he was a pimp and this was the place as indicated by Candy, wouldn't go for it. Just too uncomfortable with that, even if it was the case of him pimping his Asian wife with mutual agreement.
So off I went further down Mangere Road, and after spotting no. XXX I turned into the first street on the left, the Middlemore Road, parked up and called Candy's number again.
'Hi again, did you say the address is XX or XXX? '
'XXX. '
'Great, I'll be there in two minutes. Just outside. '
'Ok. '
Taking my back pack with me, with all the valuables in it, after all I'm in Otahuhu, I approached a single level, white weatherboard house, where fencing and trees did a fairly good job of concealing the approach.
Candy answered the door, let me in and I requested to take a shower. Flimsy, low pressure slow shower dispensed mostly cold water, which being a searing summer day meant it wasn't all that bad. When finished up, I wrapped my own towel around my waist, then took my back pack into her room.
She took the robe off and- my, my not bad. Not bad at all. Candy is a short lady, but very, very curvy. Curves emphasized her ass and tits. The face was sprinkled with freckles and it only made her look more real and cuter for it. Not skinny. Has some meat on her. In few words; very, very sexy.
Therefore the actual experience as it turned out was much, much more intense and enjoyable because Candy had an attitude about sex that complemented her body.
The room itself was a single bedroom with just enough space to place a king single bed and, to my surprise, a large old school CRT TV and VHS video recorder, playing porn movies to ad to the appropriate salacious mood of the business at hand, with a stack of colourful VHS tapes inside the TV stand.
Think about it; adult entertainment is truly the only entertainment media that is timeless, and is effective regardless of the media platform used to carry and exhibit it, since the invention of the moving image.
These video set ups is something a punter might encounter with certain providers and its purpose is to help clients achieve erection faster, and put them into mood straight away, like mentioned before.
She started off with a massage, me on my stomach, her on top of my back and it is always a good sign when a provider is willing to do that. The combo of hardcore action and groaning sounds from the TV and video set up, plus her nice massage, did the magic of getting me up relatively fast, so I turned over ready to go.
She placed the condom and began blowing me. With those nice round tits and ass shaking, it felt awesome. She then got on top of me, and as she rode me I grabbed her ass and tongued her tits for awhile, then lowered her head and initiated kissing on the lips.
Her response was positive, and with my dick in her wet pussy and our lips in a passionate embrace, I felt in a haven of pleasure and kept going at it, until we moved to leg spreading. Her legs swimming through the air, we continued the passionate kissing.
I began experimenting by placing her legs together and over one of my shoulders while banging her, with her round ass seemingly lending itself to it. Then I lowered her legs, moved them to the side, going back to kissing her while banging her at the same time.
Finally we moved to the sweetest part, the never failing action from behind. With animal like gusto, I pounded her, experiencing surges of pleasure waves streaming through me.
I was about to turn her over again for leg spreading, solely for the reason so that I can kiss her again to fuel the fantasy that this is a girlfriend experience or an affair, but because I'm taller than her, I could lean over and kiss her while still pumping her from behind, when she slightly turned her head back.
That is exactly what had set of a point of no return; her on all fours, me between her legs laying on her back, pumping her wet pussy and kissing her simultaneously. That was it. Conditions were perfect for a pleasurable explosion and- oh yeah.
A long moment of relief, surge of dopamine, then surge of endorphins followed. She cleaned me up while I was laying on my back, temporarily out cold from the pleasure eruption minutes earlier.
After finally regaining my senses from the euphoria that inevitably follows the five star provider encounters, I showed her my Pook Book and her ad in it. Like a schoolgirl, she turned away with an embarrassed smile and closed eyes. Yes, that was her in the ad.
While I was dressing up, she got out of the room and chatted briefly with one of her flatmates. The sound of dishes from the kitchen announced that someone else was there even before she got out. Just before leaving she introduced me to her flatmate who wasn't looking bad either. Apparently there is one more provider on site.
It brought sweet memories of Angie's House first in Glenfield's Archers Road then Northcote's Lake Road, where Angie amalgamated all of the local Thai talent, coming from all walks of life; full time sex workers, restaurant owners in need of additional cash flow, or part time university students toping up their student allowance.
Man, those were the days. Memories, memories, sweet memories.
Damn, I wish Candy and her crew would relocate somewhere on the Shore with their $60 operation. Here's hoping something similar like that will emerge one day.
On the Block. Price check.
17-Feb-2011 Thu.
Pamela.
Add sourced from: Truth Weekender.
Ethnicity: Unknown. Sounds Chinese.
Mob: 3077.
Price range: $90 half/$150 full.
On the Block. Broken Heart.
17-Feb-2011. Thu.
"Yoo Yoo's disappearance"
It was scorching hot summer day and my day off work, so I thought I'd hit the Block again. After taking care of few errands in the Glenfield Mall, from it's car park which is a good vantage point to set off to anywhere on the Shore, I first called up Pamela whose ad I sighted in the Truth.
For the last month or so every time I tried calling her, I would go through to voicemail. Which meant either she is extremely popular and almost impossible to get an appointment with, or she is actually a part time provider that is only available during limited time spans and / or on certain days.
Well, after only five times I got transferred to voicemail throughout the day, finally managed to get her on the phone, merciless sun bearing down on my car heating it up in the uncovered part of the car park looking towards Milford, Lake Pupuke and Takapuna.
"Hello."
"Hi, how you doing? Saw your ad in the Truth and wandering what the price is for half hour?"
"$90 for half, and $150 for full hour."
"Oh, that's a bit out of my range."
"Sorry, but that is my price."
"Ok, thank you."
"Thanks."
Damn. Pamela was unbending. If that really was her name. She didn't sound Thai to me. Didn't use the famous "Darling" moniker when talking to me like most of Thai providers with training ground in Bankgkok and Pattaya do. If I had to make a blind guess, her accent sounded much like Bella's, the Chinese lady from Singapore that operated from the Takapuna Motel near Foodtown supermarket.
Hell, that could even be Bella, if she decided to re-brand herself and charge more.
As I needed a haircut really badly since the last time I saw Yoo Yoo, decided to call her instead. After all, can't go wrong with her. Although I was in a mood for full service, just a wank by an Asian hottie will do for now until I figure out my next FS provider choice.
Yet, every time I called Yoo Yoo's number a strange message appeared on the cell."Call no alert" or something similar. What the heck? Tried calling the land line number, but it just kept ringing, ringing and ringing. Every time I called. Not even a voicemail.
Dark clouds of suspicion started to build up in my mind. Quickly, I drove my car to one of the bottom car park levels, into the covered part and after leaving it there to cool off, I scurried into the Glenfield Library. There I lifted up the whole bundle of Heralds for the current and last week from the metal archive cupboard and, followed by puzzled looks of the library staff, made my way into the quiet reading area on the other side, where students can be usually found studying.
Making quite a mess on my desk, I went through each issue's ad pages, in peace and quiet, looking for the "New Chinese Massage in Glenfield" ad which was Yoo Yoo's. Nope. Not on Mon, Tue, Wed. Sunday either. None of the previous weekdays also. What about the Weekend Herald? Nope.
That means only one thing:
NOOOOOoooooooooo! Yoo Yoo! NOOooo! Why Baby, Why!
As is inevitable in this biz, certain knock shops eventually close up. This time it was the place on Chivalry Road, Glenfield which meant Yoo Yoo's exit from the scene too. Or does it?
It occurred to me to make an appeal if anyone here knows of her whereabouts if she is still in the biz or not. And where. Here's hoping she at least picked up all of her cash earned and went back home to Beijing, heart of the new superpower that is about to eclipse the US and has set herself up for life. Still my heart remains broken.
With heavy heart and depressed looking face I sorted all of the paper mess from my desk, picked up all of the Heralds in the bundle, took them back to the metal archive cabinet and ordered them nicely into their sequential order, in slow, medicated movements.
The library staff again observed me with puzzled looks, probably thinking I just read a death notice about a distant relative of sort. Which is not far from the truth.
For this day there won't be a proper provider report. Instead I was back to square one as far as North Shore is concerned. Still, I have hopes that sooner or later another good provider will emerge here. Until then I wait.
With Chivalry Road exiting the scene, the obvious beneficiaries are the likes of Cici's Place in Diana Dve, or "Above All" or Dr. Rita in Takapuna outlet and such.
I hope Yoo Yoo is at least ok and doing fine somewhere else.
On the Block. Intermezzo.
"Looking forward"
OK guys, since the last time I sounded off on this board with 2 x blacklistings, I finally fully updated myself with the total off:
9 x Visit Reports encompassing 6 x providers from the Shore, Auckland and the South.
1 x Scout Report for a so called "Health Club" in East Tamaki, and-
1 x Price Check.
Due to the nature of my job where I work various days and hours, this major update was significantly delayed by at least a month. The biggest impact on me was of course Yoo Yoo's exit from the scene which set of a mild depression experienced when loosing something good you have. That in itself delayed me by a further week and a half.
From now on my reports will be more up to date with less delay. Although the reports I just unloaded are still relevant, with obvious exception of Yoo Yoo, as quite a few providers that featured in them are still going strong; Yuko, Hot Tina, the massage place in Birkenhead Ave, but especially five star stars like Donna and Cindy in the South, who are new entrants on the scene, and whose reports are the freshest.
Since mid last year up until now the North Shore market is still under performing to use that stock market analyst jargon, with seemingly no low end suburban house set ups present like the ones Cindy and Donna are operating from.
Will give it a go and will keep searching for good North Shore based providers. Worse case scenario, before flying out to the biannual pilgrimage to Pattaya mid year (assuming there are no country wide protests that would topple the yellow shirt government that took over the power in 2006 military coup) , will have to slowly return to rediscovering the scene in Auckland City and it's suburbia. Rest assured, I'll publish those reports under the "Across the Bridge" imprint too, for your reference.
For now, I'll need to re-consolidate myself and see what future brings.
