Auckland

LOL, been there too, and man, are the girls tired and runned down, just like the house, but the little fatso that run the place kept on telling me that the girls were the same as the picture, that she s not lying and would never do that. Hell yeah LOL, I just took my money and went up to another of my fav place to get serviced the right way.

But yea please avoid it if you can as it s more of a fly trap LOL

Hi,

I'm visiting Auckland during the summer and thought I'd try a few of the local brand. Are the photo verified ladies on NZG for real? And what's the general difference in class between the "independent" ladies and the brothels?

'On the Block'

'Southern Charms'

22-May-2010 Sat Report: 006.

Apple Pie for $60. Location: Papatoetoe, South Auckland. Mob:.1707- Ethnicity: Thai. System: Direct. Rating: 5/5.

Well, two firsts for me as far as mongering game is concerned; this is the first time I set up a visit on a weekend as oppose to my usual Mon to Fri span. This is also the first time I contracted a provider in South Auckland.

Going to South Auckland in itself, and especially on a normal week day, is a costly and time consuming endeavor, as anyone who ever needed to drop off or pick somebody from the Airport knows. However, today the cost benefit ratio did turn into the favour of finally contracting a provider there.

Had to do a Trade Me – New Zealand version of Ebay. Pick up in Golflands yesterday, however a torrential rain prevented me from doings so, so I arranged with the trader to pick up my item mid afternoon. Golflands are not so far away from Papatoetoe. It's a matter of driving down one major road and you are there.

So today, I had to go in the vicinity of the location anyway for other reasons and since I was there I might go for a visit with local offerings. In that regard, I've cut out all the ads from the Truth which were clearly marked with providers place of operation being either Papatoetoe, Otahuhu or Manukau. 15 ads in all featuring local poon, pasted into my little booklet, attested to a good supply of talent is South Auckland. But was the quality of supply good itself?

It was time to test it out.

Empty late morning motorway lanes made for an enjoyable ride from North Shore to South Auckland and only a 40 odd minute trip down Southern Motorway. Luckily for me it was a weekend, with not as much traffic, otherwise the whole trip would be much more arduous, longer and slower with more intense traffic and Auckland's seemingly never ending road works.

After taking care of my Trade Me pick up in Golflands, a nice and upper class area of East Auckland, I drove down Te Irirangi Dve into South Auckland and followed signage towards Papatoetoe.

Once there I used my map to locate the infamous Hunter's Corner, the place featuring in many news reports and stories as a prominent location for street based prostitution. Ironically, one old school prostitute complained to a reporter that 2003 Legalization has reduced demand as clients started patronising legal brothels that became visible or sprouted up elsewhere in Auckland.

Finally finding the Hunters Corner Mall, I parked behind it in its car park, in a spot that seemed to offer the most privacy from the possible prying eyes, than picked up my reference booklet with the Truth ads under the 'South Auckland' section.

All of them were Direct type providers, all of them Asian and my guess predominantly Thai. By the way; there were more ads than the 15 I cut out where provider was clearly from South Auckland, but instead of experimenting with Poly, Maori or European providers, with such a long time without proper Full Service, I decided to stick to a sure bet and go with a Thai woman, knowing that for cultural reasons the odds of getting at least, and most likely, standard 3 star service is higher in that ethnic group. 3 star service is something I'm happy with.

After several unsuccessful attempts to call up ads where the ad clearly displayed a $60 fee, I finally dialed the number on an ad featuring a pretty tanned naked Asian girl, sitting on a blue medicine ball, facing away from the camera. Oh, another first; this is the first time I also contracted a provider that didn't have a fake English name, typically 'Annie', and instead used an artistic name, if you can call it that.

The dial tone is on and it is not sending me to a voicemail message. Yeap, this is going to be a live call. Deep breath and.

'Hello? '

'Hi, is that Apple Pie? '

'Yes. Hello. '

'Hi, how you doing. '

'Fine, waiting for you darling. '

'Yes. Cough. Just wandering what would be the price for half hour?

'Sixty for half, hundred for one hour darling. '

'Ok, what is the address? '

'Number XXX Casper Road. '

'Ok, I'll be there at 1 pm. '

'Okeh, see you then sweetheart. '

After she disclosed her address, I had another look at the map and decided to walk to Casper Road and leave the car in the Mall's car park. After making my way up to Great South Road, I walked down it on a sunshiny winter day filled with nice brisk air, soaking up the feel of what the local authorities pushed hard to be referred to in the media as Manukau City, as oppose to what is more colloquially and popularly called South Auckland.

Over the years the term 'South Auckland' appropriated meaning similar to that 'South Central' of Los Angeles did, with its high crime rates and negative media attention. Just like in LA, the authorities here also pushed for media re-branding that ultimately failed.

On the way to Casper Road, I passed by a group of butt ugly Poly and Maori street walker providers. Don't get me wrong, Poly and Maori ethnic groups have truly beautiful specimens, which are beautiful in their own kind of way, like women from other cultures and ethnic groups.

Sadly, non of them were in the group I stumbled upon. Protected by my sunglasses, I still instinctively attempted to avoid eye contact through the lenses. The four of them walked forming a column across a footpath, so I had to either go through them, exposing myself to the risk of being womanhandled, or to walk around them.

As I got closer and they started scoping me out I chose avoid them. One in particular gave me a toothy grin, while I walked around them executing a skilful avoiding manoeuvre. It made me shudder inside, and even with sunglasses I did my best not to show a change of emotional state, or anything that would show acknowledgment.

Just kept on walking by, stone faced, looking cool, having learned several good lessons in Pattaya about how to carry myself in such situations that can, at the wrong time and the wrong spot, turn ugly and need all your charm, sweet talk and good amount cash from the wallet to buy yourself out of it.

But turns out Great South Road at half past noon is not Soi Yamato at five in the morning, and this group is not a group of dangerous and pissed off she-males with hurt feelings.

The whole walk turned out to be a mistake since I misjudged the distance between the two points, and it turned into unneeded physical exercise. With Casper Road seemingly never to appear I had to check with the group of Indian employees at the first petrol station if I am going in the right way, and they assured me it is not that far. Still, I called up Apple again, pushing the visit appointment five minutes forward, just so she is aware I'm still on my way and to preserve my time slot. Otherwise she might think I chickened out, and take on another visit, especially if it's a full hour, for obvious reasons, and just drop me cold.

Once I reached the location, the feeling that walking was unnecessary was reinforced when I first saw it. It was a single level yellow brick veneer house, and just next to it was a small car park on the very street corner. Opposite was a strip of shops with a dairy, laundry wash and similar with their own parking spots in front of them.

Corner car park seemed completely out of place. Shouldn't street corners be prime real estate in almost every location to be converted into commercial outlets, rather than free for public car parks?

A tall hedge divided the car park from the house, so the approach is relatively well concealed if you come on foot like I did, but if you intend to leave the car in the car park, for those who are in the know what is being sold next door, it is like a visual statement that sais 'I'm going to a knock shop. '

Guess you can park the car there and quickly scurry into the driveway next door where the hedge and the fence reduce the visibility of an approach to only a small slice from the car park opposite the set of shops. So if your spouse's private eye or your girlfriend intends to set you up an ambush, they'the have to park in the few specific parking spots opposite the drive way to actually photograph or observe you entering the door.

If none of those apply to you than it has to be yet another first I encountered whilst On the Block; a residential knock shop full with its own little convenient car park next to it.

Quick rap of my knuckles on the door, and a much more mature woman then in the ad, dressed in a purple robe, wearing high heels, opened the door and let me in.

Usually I'm already showered and smelling great from aftershave and Lynx to save time on showering on location, but in this case I did accept the offer to shower immediately beforehand since I was sweaty from a good exercise of walking. After a quick splash in the shower cabin, I wrapped into a clean towel and carrying my bundle of clothes quickly got into the nicely heated up second room from the entrance, via chilly corridors, where Apple was awaiting.

Trying to shake off feeling cold I huddled next to the heather and Apple quickly started to massage my back to warm me up. Her place of operation was a comfortable, large, double bedroom, fully furnished with a king sized bed as a centerpiece. It was obviously not just a place of work, but a place of living.

Apple is a mature Thai woman from Bangkok. Maybe because of her nicely tanned skin I assumed she was from the Isaan province, from which a lot beautiful brown or fully black skinned girls originate. In her mid to late 30's she was pretty enough to edge significantly above my personal Minimum Required Attractiveness. MRA.

She was the first provider I encountered that didn't feature a standard fake English name, and I thought it was strange, but then it hit me whilst she was trying to warm me up by rubbing her hands all over me. It was a clever marketing ploy for one specific area where Apple did shine.

In The Truth newspaper, some providers feel the need to be honest about if the photo is real or not, especially if it is flattering and the girl looks hot. Thanks in large to numerous instances of blatant false advertising, in order to ensure that clients who previously got burned by providers who looked nothing like pretty girls in photos – and yes, it happened to me too – the 'actual photo' was stamped along the photo's edge.

Apple's round, juicy butt was popping out of the photo, thanks to it being pushed out by the medicine ball. Guess the apple shape of her nice butt should be the reason behind the nom-de-sex, as a metaphor, although if you ask me, peach is a better fruit metaphor for an attractive female behind.

Feeling warm enough I jumped onto the bed and she followed, disrobing routinely and without any qualms. Like with seemingly most mature woman Asian women, her body held up really well to the ravages of time. The same can't be said of modern mature European woman who pile on the pounds proportionate with their age.

Apple had a nice skin, not too much fat and as I immediately discovered upon her fully disrobing, the most outstanding feature about her was her round butt. After some more warm up massage, this time both of us naked, we started kissing, very sensual, me squeezing her juicy ass all along and after some minutes she finally moved onto the blowjob, skilfully applying a condom over my long ago erect penis.

While she ripped into me, giving me a fast blowjob, on all fours, I leaned over her and squeezed and caressed her main asset as much as I could. About to explode inside her mouth, I stopped her from blowing me and ask for few moments to regain control of the pleasure waves streaming through me at high amplitudes.

By now I was aware I'm dealing with a seasoned pro and this is turning into a five star experience, therefore I wanted to make it last as long as possible. If her performance was on a three star level I probably wouldn't mind if it was only a quick fuck. For me it is acceptable.

But with Apple, I realized I scored a jackpot, and was not about to let it go that easily. Stumbling upon any 5 star experience is always something it takes me several minutes to realize is real before it truly sinks in, what with overwhelming average fare on the market.

Sufficiently calmed down, we moved onto the hardcore leg spreading action and I went at it like an animal, and same like before, after I was close to climax I stopped and we just kissed and caressed for a while, and I just squeezed and squeezed her ass.

Correctly guessing that the next pleasure wave will probably be unbearable to withstand, in spite of all the PC Keggel exercises, if the whole visit has to end I wanted it to end in only one way. The best position possible in Apple's case. We moved into the 'from behind' position.

It is not often you come across such a juicy but, so I wanted to make sure I enjoy it fully. For a long moment filled with increasing ecstasy I pumped away at that round softness, that was more frenzied with every motion, slapping it at the same time, until the grand finale when I started to cum. Yet, I still kept pumping and pumping long after the condom filled out, wanting to get out every ounce of enjoyment.

Along with my spew in the condom my frustration drained away with it too and for a few moments I slumped over her back floating in fantasy land, my penis still inside her not wanting to leave the pleasurable warmth.

Once my penis finally softened up a bit, I gingerly pulled it out. She disposed of the condom and gently began to clean me up, and we carried on a friendly chat. In her broken English, Apple offered an interesting theory as to the seeming drought of Thai Direct operated knock houses on the Shore.

Apparently it had something to do with local Council bylaws and zoning permits, but I didn't quite buy that theory. It could be a myriad of different reasons for the lack of the North Shore operations similar to 'Angie's Place' few years back.

Including but not limited to are prevailing market conditions, lack of demand, or lack of entrepreneurial spirit to open something like that. Not to mention the dramatically increased competition from the Chinese Massage model of operations.

Her English was better than with most providers which motivated me to show her my little booklet and point out her ad. Being a hardened pro it didn't faze her. Who knows what else encountered in her professional life thus far.

Probably worse things than a punter carrying a little booklet full of ad cut outs and notes neatly sorted according to Auckland's geographical regions. In fact seeing her ad brought a smile to her face and she cautiously admitted the photo was taken in late 90's.

She jumped off the bed, rummaged through her closet and brought out the original master photo from which the ad was struck and one other in a different pose. Yeap, it was her and she was much younger back then, but still she held up great and was an excellent deal in the market within which she operated.

Also, she advised me and gave me recommendations on several other providers that featured in the booklet, and whom she was apparently on good social terms outside work environment or through local Buddhist temples and what not.

Way past my half hour mark, I gave her a hearty hug, kiss on the cheek and sincerely thanked her, then set off back towards the Hunters Corner Mall car park, this time feeling light as a feather and appreciating the exercise much more then on the way to the house.

Roaring back towards the Shore on mostly empty motorways, I already started planning to come back into the same area and explore the field further.

[QUOTE=Crypton; 1083267]Hunkker,

Nice reports. Had to laugh when I read the report on Leigh. I think most people (including myself) would have gone through with it just to avoid the embarrassment of telling her that she was basically undoable! I commend you for having the guts not to waste your money.

Cheers[/QUOTE]Thanks. By the way I was one beat short of issuing a "Red Warning Alert", much like they do on Fox News, when I spotted an ad that could be Leigh camouflaging herself under another name. Sadly, I've binned that particular Herald so at this stage cannot confirm it if she has reactivated or not. But after my visit, her ad suddenly disappeared for awhile.

[QUOTE=Kiwistickman; 1083599]Hunkker,

Nice bunch of reports to breath some life into this board-

-Went to a Diana drive place some time ago. Was in the back unit of two opposite the end of Hillside. Tripped on the broken path as I recall. Is this the same place? [/QUOTE]Yeap, that's the one! Pretty standard 3 star fare if the money is too tight to mention and risk taking exploration of previously unvisited parlors or knock houses is not an option.

[QUOTE=Horse99;1084830]I have seen Helen about a year ago,false advertising shes nearly 50 years old not the mid 20's as advertised on NZgirls website a year ago.[/QUOTE]Ok, this is an interesting case. It's good two guys visited the same place, so we can cross reference notes.

Maybe a year ago (guessing October 2009 in your case?) she was old and horrible, but this "Helen" is definitely in the 20 to 30 age span. It is quite possible that between yours and mine visit, this younger version has moved into the house and taken over the "Albany Helen" franchise.

Other explanation is that Helen (or whomever she is) was lying when she said nobody else operates from the address and that other tenants are not in the sex biz.

It would make sense and here is why. Even in Pattaya, when you go to beer bars, the girls just swarm you and shower you with all the attention you can (or can't) handle, but the moment you make a pick and bar fine a particular girl, that's it. The unwritten rule is that she has the exclusive rights to you (and your wallet) and all other girls should back off.

After all, there are always odds, no matter how distant, of turning a bar fine into a jack pot by eventually marrying a Westerner. Therefore the instances of Pornpasar Walker, Latanatmon Jones or Sirtupsompanann Smith gambling away their husband's salaries in Sky City Casino.

But seriously, from my experience a similar principle seems to be applied right here in Auckland, especially in the Thai Direct knock houses, but mostly its objective is not to secure a marriage, but rather a steady income stream from a familiar client.

If when you call up a Thai Direct place the first thing that the girl asks you is;"You see me before?" you can be sure as hell the same principle is applied in that location. The name is just a marketing tool. There could be between 2 to 4 girls (maybe more like in "Angie's place" awhile back) , and whoever shows up at the door when you drive up will from now on be "your Helen." Therefore the question as they try to figure out which girl it is.

So yes, it could be that I was lucky enough to stumble upon a younger and you were unfortunate enough to end up with an older version of "Helen". My gut feeling is telling me; that "Albany Helen" is a single provider franchise outlet and this girl has recently taken it over.

Would be great to have a third source / confirmer on this.

[QUOTE=Hunkker Henson; 1103244]Thanks. By the way I was one beat short of issuing a "Red Warning Alert", much like they do on Fox News, when I spotted an ad that could be Leigh camouflaging herself under another name. Sadly, I've binned that particular Herald so at this stage cannot confirm it if she has reactivated or not. But after my visit, her ad suddenly disappeared for awhile.

Yeap, that's the one! Pretty standard 3 star fare if the money is too tight to mention and risk taking exploration of previously unvisited parlors or knock houses is not an option.

Ok, this is an interesting case. It's good two guys visited the same place, so we can cross reference notes.

Maybe a year ago (guessing October 2009 in your case?) she was old and horrible, but this "Helen" is definitely in the 20 to 30 age span. It is quite possible that between yours and mine visit, this younger version has moved into the house and taken over the "Albany Helen" franchise.

Other explanation is that Helen (or whomever she is) was lying when she said nobody else operates from the address and that other tenants are not in the sex biz.

It would make sense and here is why. Even in Pattaya, when you go to beer bars, the girls just swarm you and shower you with all the attention you can (or can't) handle, but the moment you make a pick and bar fine a particular girl, that's it. The unwritten rule is that she has the exclusive rights to you (and your wallet) and all other girls should back off.

After all, there are always odds, no matter how distant, of turning a bar fine into a jack pot by eventually marrying a Westerner. Therefore the instances of Pornpasar Walker, Latanatmon Jones or Sirtupsompanann Smith gambling away their husband's salaries in Sky City Casino.

But seriously, from my experience a similar principle seems to be applied right here in Auckland, especially in the Thai Direct knock houses, but mostly its objective is not to secure a marriage, but rather a steady income stream from a familiar client.

If when you call up a Thai Direct place the first thing that the girl asks you is;"You see me before?" you can be sure as hell the same principle is applied in that location. The name is just a marketing tool. There could be between 2 to 4 girls (maybe more like in "Angie's place" awhile back) , and whoever shows up at the door when you drive up will from now on be "your Helen." Therefore the question as they try to figure out which girl it is.

So yes, it could be that I was lucky enough to stumble upon a younger and you were unfortunate enough to end up with an older version of "Helen". My gut feeling is telling me; that "Albany Helen" is a single provider franchise outlet and this girl has recently taken it over.

Would be great to have a third source / confirmer on this. [/QUOTE]I recall an Albany Helen from a couple of years ago who lived in a McMansion down a side street as you head north on the old Albany Hwy. House was down a driveway and backed on to a park. Had 2 or 3 great sessions with her but as I recall from the last visit she was about to move house. Had a bunch of electric bicycles in the garage she was trying to unload.

She was around the mid thirties with a good bod. (would not have returned otherwise.) I don't recall any signs of her being part of a stable.

Was atracted by photos of Emma, a very attractive blonde on newzealandgirls. Co. Nz. I visited her place near Eden Park last week. A great disappointment. The photos are either photoshopped or are from years ago. She is not in shape, and doesn't give the services described with talent. She does try, but not to my satisfaction, nor my expectations.

Stay away.

John

First good to see some activity here.

Saw this ad on NZG.

[url]http://www.newzealandgirls.co.nz/aucklandgirls/view.php?more=17177[/url]

And she looked quite stunning, so I made a booking. The place was actually a bar with some rooms above. I was greeted by a nice lady at the foot stairs of the bar. There was ample parking but reversing and getting out might be a pain if you have a large car.

She requested the $180 (1 hour) fee and I told her I would like to see her first (way too many bait and switch). She was fine with that, when I saw Rachel I was pleasantly surprised and handed the money over.

I thought she looked a little different from the picture, but if she was, she was equally stunning. I would give her 10/10 for looks and reminds me of that really hot girl at the pool of some really expensive resort who belongs to some rich guy. Well here's my chance to fulfill that fantasy. Rachel has a stunning slim models body but like most models, her rack was a little on the light side (which did not pose a problem for me). The ad described her as 23 but I would guess early 30s. She had an air of sophistication about her and was reasonably friendly.

She was friendly enough but GFE (as described on the ad) was nearly non-existent. Her 'delicious' oral was CBJ and lasted only about 1 min. On the plus side she did seem to really enjoy sex and had good eye contact.

RTF: if not for the lack of GFE I would make her my regular.

Also went to FF.

Saw Janet (hot) and also saw a athletic girl, Caramel who reminds me of Sharni Vinson (Step Up 3D). She said she only kisses a little = no GFE. Quite tattooed and a had few piercings (but not tongue). Nice smile and friendly.

'On the Block'

'Southern Charms'

29-May-2010 Sat Report: 007.

Nancy for $60. Location: Puhinui Road, Papatoetoe. Mob: 6730- Ethnicity: Burmese Chinese. System: Direct. Rating: 4/5.

One of my acquaintances I knew from way back, was opening up his own restaurant business and had a sort of an open day, with good cheap food and what not. Although at first I wasn't displaying much interest to attend, when I learned that the restaurant was coincidentally headquartered in Botany Town Center, all of a sudden my desire to drive up and say Hello, increased ten fold.

Afterwards I drove down the same path and into the Hunters Corner Mall car park, where I got out my reference booklet and started dialing the Truth ads methodically.

My first choice of course was Apple, but my call got transferred straight to voicemail indicating that she must be busy. After several different ad attempts where the same thing happened, I finally got a live call and Nancy answered.

She quoted me the reasonable price that was acceptable, we agreed on the time and she gave me the address. Largely still unfamiliar with this area of Auckland, I tentatively drove from Hunters car park, through South Auckland streets and onto the Puhinui Road which connects Southern Motorway with Auckland Airport.

The single level brick veneer house itself is on the corner of the two big road crossings, Caruth Road and Lambie Dve, close to the edge of the Manukau industrial and commercial area and not to far from the Airport itself.

The approach is somewhat concealed by fence and trees, and as you make a turn into the driveway, there is space for parking on the immediate right that can fit few cars. In fact the car is better concealed once parked, as oppose you making the actual door approach.

So who is Nancy? Well, she is a Chinese lady from Burma, or as it is now better known under the ruling military junta of General Than Shwe, Myanmar. Although with a slight begrudged look that comes with her age of late 30's to early 40's, she was acceptable if somewhat on the bottom part of my Minimum Required Attractiveness. Her performance, as I was about to discover, will turn out to be much, much better than her looks. Looks that weren't that bad to begin with.

The service itself was the standard order of blowjob, order of leg spreading and order of doggy style that made me get off. She was very responsive, warm and there was no sense of being rushed. Afterwards she gave me a nice relaxing massage to fill out the clock. The whole experience was routine, but was served much better than you would expect and therefore deserves a 4 star rating.

She is definitely worth keeping in the contacts to give her a call as a back up option if ever in South Auckland for the next several years. As with a lot of Asian women, even then the age deterioration might not be so ravaging and unkind unlike with her European and brown counterparts.

Driving back to the Shore, feeling relaxed and happy, my phone buzzed in a single beep indicating reception of a txt message, and it was Apple; 'Home soon sweetheart. '

Should I go back for one more? Hmmm, nah, not today. Had enough. Still, thinking about Apples butt. Damn!

'on the block'

'southern charms'

14-jun-2010 mon report: 008.

coffee for $60. location: caspar road, papatoetoe. mob: 1707- ethnicity: taiwanese chinese. system: direct. rating: 2/5.

this third trip to south auckland is the first one solely planned to visit a provider, without having other secondary activities that would justify time and money of going there, such as a trade me pick up or visit to a restaurant open day.

so i had to be careful how i plan things out. don't won't to end up being stuck in traffic on my day off work, going to south auckland, and ending up empty handed. before setting off, i parked on top of wairau road, then dialed a cell number of what i knew will be a sure bet; apple pie.

a female voice answered the phone and i made an appointment for 2 pm, inside the monday daytime slot when auckland's merciless traffic rush hour is mostly reduced. mostly but not completely, thanks to never ending road works.

after a drawn out and significantly longer drive in monday traffic from the shore to papatoetoe than the last two times, i bypassed hunter's corner mall, got off at te irirangi dve off-ramp and finally arrived to that same little corner car park near the house on caspar road. the drive from the shore in itself ads $10 in petrol cost on top of the $60 fee, but that didn't matter to me then. all i could see was apple's bubble butt soon to be pointed in direction of my groin.

once there, i called up the cell phone again, just to make sure i can come in without bumping into a punter in case there is one inside. the female asian voice replied, 'yes, it is fine to get in. '

jumped out of the car, speedily got into the driveway, knocked on the door and bang. what the? this is not apple. a much younger, and dare i say prettier asian female with a quintessential long black hair, wearing a pink bathrobe opened the door.

'hi, i'm coffee'

'oh? hello. coffee. '

'come. you go my room. '

now, i could have insisted to see apple, but i decided to take a chance with coffee, since she did meet my minimum required attractiveness, although apple outgunned coffee as far as one asset is concerned, that special feature already mentioned before.

she took me to her austere room, smaller than apples, the first door on the right. there weren't many things that would indicate somebody lives there, but is exclusively a place of work, unlike apple's room.

yet, the biggest difference between the two rooms was not the furnishings or the feel of it, but the temperature. coffee's room was cold. new zealand's southern hemisphere winter cold. no, it wasn't like, geographically speaking, nearby antarctica cold, but it was definitely chilly.

thankfully, i did stick to personal procedure of showering at home, then liberally applying aftershave and lynx, not to waste time once on location, so it saved me from being exposed to the chilly environment almost immediately after hot water running over me.

this way, as we undressed, me braving cold, my body had moderately better way to acclimatise itself to the cold environment. still, as it was hard to get into mood one hundred percent, i asked her to put on a heater. she mumbled something incoherently, along the lines of, 'too long to wait to get hot. '

which of course wasn't good enough as far as i'm concerned. if she was aware i'll be arriving at 2 pm she could have pre heated the room. contrary to what she might think, an adult male has already been exposed to a naked female form, either in real life, the x–rated media on the internet, and not far off x-rated media in regular broadcast every day, so getting fully in the mood upon seeing her naked body is not guaranteed, especially with all the chilliness in the air.

speaking of which, there was chilliness in her attitude too. i expected she will start things off with a standard blow job foreplay – sbjf, yet she just laid there on the bed looking at me. to break the ice, excuse the pun, i asked, 'how about a blowjob first as a start? '

'mumble, mumble, mumble, [you paid only $60 and want a blowjob too? ]', she replied with a pissed off look on her face.

while i was standing there, naked next to the bed, trying to figure out what was she saying, in a room that reminded me of those industrial sized chillers they use in fast food places like kfc, bk, wendy's, mcd's, etc to store raw slabs of meat and where i spent my late teens and early 20's slaving away behind the grill for minimum wage whilst doing my degree at the uni, she gave in, got off the bed, bent down and started sucking me off.

probably confused expression on my face proved to her there is no point in arguing with me. really, including pattaya, this is the first time i encountered a provider unwilling to blow without prompting, if only as a trick to bring a punter closer to the point of no return, then get him off easier once things move to hardcore action, and thus cut short the overall workload and make it easier on herself, even if punter can go for the second time within the clocked time.

during the too short of a blowjob performance as far as i'm concerned i finally figured out what was she saying before and it almost made me crack up laughing. instead, i controlled myself sufficiently, and only a wide smile on my face was visible.

now, certain women when they get angry look really, really ugly. even scary. coffee on the other hand looked extremely cute. she was short and pretty and even when she was pissed off she was cute.

it added a certain comical feel to the whole visit, and it's hard to explain that, but let me try. you know when you are in a restaurant or somewhere and you get bad customer service, but it somehow transcends that level when you are personally offended and instead it becomes hilarious?

guess the whole comical feel is mostly on the account that the person providing bad customer service is so bad, yet they are completely unaware how bad they really are, and in themselves become a source of comedy. yeap, that was coffee.

just about any other guy would be pissed off already, with the comments she made, negative body language, substandard blow job, yet i was really having a hard time concealing my smile, which in turn had a positive influence on her, and she relaxed a little and started even smiling as well.

the hardcore part was the regular leg spreading first then pumping from behind and i was sorted, as far as this visit is concerned. after the deed was done, coffee was not the kind of girl that would tolerate me sticking around too long for a chat.

unlike me, she wasn't a chatty type. sure signal i should get the f*k out as soon as possible. cold surroundings, without sex to block its effect from the mind, was motivation enough to get dressed asap, then adios.

just as i was to leave, bumped into apple in the hallway. couldn't resist giving her a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. it was well deserved, compared to coffee. and that is the key to placing this visit into a proper context; comparison between the two.

coffee is younger, prettier and a poor quality provider. while apple is older and less attractive, she has however two great plusses in her corner; first is the special bubble butt feature, and second is the better quality of service.

on that one occasion, coffee's performance was good enough to get me off, but her attitude does not warrant return custom, therefore the two star rating.

my theory is this; main reason for her poor quality of service might be her sense that her services are undervalued. as difficult as it is to believe this, had i paid more money, her service quality might improve proportionate to it. equilibrium would balance itself out. in this case value given matches money received as far as she is concerned.

if she feels she is not being paid what she's worth, as is evident from the above, of course there is going to be an issue and she might provide service she feels she is being paid for. phenomenon i witnessed during my youthful days in fast food.

so the obvious question is; why doesn't she asks the money she really wants? answer; i don't know. could be agreement she has with apple or whatever, but definitely she thinks the market price is mismatched for her services.

when holidaying in pattaya, i remember not haggling with girls on beach road. the price they want, they get paid if i like them enough, both physically and attitude wise after chatting with them for awhile. i just make sure more things are negotiated into the higher price.

the other thing to take into account is coffee's background. the moment she opened the door, i could see straight away she wasn't thai. in fact she's chinese from republic of china or better known in the west as taiwan, with taipei as its capital and not to be confused with much bigger and populous people's republic of china, with capital beijing.

roc or taiwan is certainly not thailand. whereas thailand is a 2nd world monarchy with predominantly agriculture based economy outside of that slim seaside modernised tourist belt we are exposed to when we go there, taiwan is a 1st world democracy with industrial economy and a technological powerhouse, counted in amongst japan and south korea as the staunchest us ally in the region.

therefore in thailand $60 is appreciated much more then in taiwan. once i bumped into a girl in pattaya who worked in a sugar factory somewhere in the countryside for 2000 baht a month which is about $40.

be that as it is, coffee's performance disappoints overall. the length of travel and inconvenience it entails will not make me go back any time soon to south auckland for the sole reasons of looking for a provider, when i might just as well go to that much more closer and convenient mt albert – sandringham cluster of knock houses.

unless i have some other business there, or i get to see apple herself, i'm not venturing back. however even if i go back to caspar road, need to be careful not to get myself into a conflict situation if coffee opens the door again, so probably will have to avoid it or make sure it is apple that shows up at the door by insisting on seeing her when i call.

apple.

damn!

'On the Block'

'North Shore Chronicles'

22-Jun-2010 Tue, Report: 009.

Krystal for $80. Location: XXX Bond Cresent, Forrest Hill, North Shore. Mob: 7227. Ethnicity: Maori. System: Direct. Rating: 3/5.

Highly in need of sexual relief, taking into account what happened last time in South Auckland, I was determined the visit happens on the Shore, even if above my buy price of $60. If it is a dud again, at least I didn't lose half of my day off work at the same time.

Back in 2008 I spotted an ad in Truth by Krystal, advertising a 45 year old Maori Lady who was based on the Shore and even managed to find her ad on the 'NZ Girls' with her pic as a secondary source.

In the website pic ad, she lay on a bed, facing away from the camera, her nice tall brown legs crossed in the air, with pink high heels. The image itself, with an exotic feel about it, was enough to stir up all sorts of passions inside me.

Sadly, two things prevented me from visiting her back then. First was the $80 fee which, next to Angie's Place standard $60 fee, couldn't hold up. The second is the fact that back then Krystal advertised her services as outcalls only.

Outcalls in Pattaya where nobody knows me, yes. Outcall on the Shore, surrounded by prying eyes of friends and neighbours, no. Therefore, like solid %80 percent of other punters, incall is my preferred choice in consuming legal prostitution. Maybe if I strike it rich one day, and have a secluded hilltop mansion somewhere in East Coast Bays and a luxurious yacht in Auckland Harbour, I'll start calling up outcallers, making the whole process hassle free.

Regarding Krystal; as a matter of fact, I attempted to set up a visit time few months earlier, in April, after realising she no longer advertises as outcalls only. However she was fully booked. When I spoke to her on the cell phone few days later from that initial text, realising I'm a first time contact, she explained she is mostly servicing married clients. Furthermore to that, once I show up and one of us does not like the others appearance or attitude, both myself and her can invoke 'The Right Of Mutual Refusal Of Service'.

Must admit, I liked her professional sounding voice. As if she was selling real estate or cold produce. She also asked me few probing questions, can't remember them all now. Oh, and she did txt me one more time referring me to her ad on the Pink Moon website.

In turn, I used the opportunity to ask her when are her most busiest days. Turns out it is Mondays and Fridays, me figuring out it is just before and after the marital lockdown over the weekend.

That was in late April. Now was the time to finally action it. Although she charged above my limit of $60, I settled to pay $80 due to evident drought of North Shore based providers in my market range. That is, if I could get a half hour of her time in the first place.

So I dialled her number this morning and the call went live.

'Hi, how you doing? '

'Fine thank you. '

'I spoke to you few months back about setting up a visit. '

'Ok. '

'So I'm hoping you have a free slot this morning. '

'Oh, you mean now? For how long? '

'Yeah. Half hour. '

'Well, I just finished up with a client. Usually I need an hour as a break between servicing, but ok I'll see you at 11. '

'No problem. Where are you based? '

'Forrest Hill. You know your way around Shore? '

'Yeah, I live nearby. Not too far away. '

'Ok, the address is XXX Bond Cresent. '

'Great, see you at 11. '

'See you. '

Immediately, I hopped into the shower and once I got out, two more txt were awaiting on my cell. Both were standard instructions for general punter use. First was directional; once you get off the Tristram Ave off ramp where to go, the second was; not to come too early and to bring the exact cash amount.

You know, such instructional txt message should be Standard Operating Procedure or SOP for all sex workers, mandated by the NZ Prostitutes Collective. Especially for Asian providers whom you often struggle to understand when they are trying to spell the likes of Shackleton or Friedlanders Road.

Well, being a quiet Tuesday daytime traffic I breached the rule about showing up too early by showing up 10 minutes to 11, but instead of knocking on the door, decided to stay sitting in the car for few minutes, parked on the road next to the public tennis courts.

11 am on the dot, I found her driveway and parked my car in the designated left car port spot as per instructions received. Upon getting out of the car I realised how very, very clever the location is. One of the best approach wise so far, probably in the top three.

The house itself is at the end of a long driveway, so your car is embedded five seconds from the brown gate, next to a large tree and a garage or a shed with all sorts of stuff behind it, that leads into the yard where the actual entrance into the premises is allocated.

So once you get into the driveway your entire approach is almost fully protected, with a lot of fencing around it. The only really effective way for you to be photographed actually entering the gate and the door would be from a helicopter or by a telescope following you from a distance way back somewhere on a hill above Wairau Valley.

Not to mention that Forrest Hill predominantly houses the middle class that is mostly away from the area earning their salaries in the daytime, and it makes for a really well thought out location to base something like this in.

A quick climb up a small flight of stairs onto a nice deck and I was facing the entrance to a single level, white veneer house. The sliding glass doors were open, but no one was seemingly present in the comfy looking lounge area, so I politely knocked to alert of my presence.

While waiting to be greeted had an opportunity for a better glimpse inside. It was very tidy, nicely arranged and freshly painted. This was a well to do and well kept home with little personal touches evident, as oppose to just being a sterile rental property.

A few brief moments later and Krystal finally appeared. She was in her mid to late forties, but looking reasonably ok for my taste body wise. Still, age was definitely showing, especially around the eyes where a little bit of crow feet was visible.

But don't get me wrong, the body was nicely looked after for the age, very healthy looking brown skin. Very sexually appealing body that was just right, not too skinny, not too fat. Very nice. And yeap, those nice legs were for real.

Wrapped into a towel, just fresh out of the shower, smelling great, sporting a radiant smile, she passed my Minimum Required Attractiveness, so there was no need to invoke the Right Of Mutual Refusal.

Obviously she didn't invoke it too and I followed her to the cosy looking bedroom, where a relaxing plant feature dominated on the wall and stretched up the ceiling, giving a further exotic feeling to the whole encounter.

'You are younger than I thought you'the be. '

'Yeah, I'm between girlfriends at the moment. Just come back to the country few months ago. '

She gently pushed me onto the bed and started kissing me and we slowly started heating up into a faster and faster pace. Here was the living example of importance of communication, even in something as simple as a paid sex act.

The whole experience was richer and more sensual for it, and not as mechanical like in the case of many Asian providers were there is that language barrier. Yet, even if the provider is fluent in English, she has to be willing to actually do what you ask her to, which Krystal did.

Suzy, a Kiwi Euro provider from Northcote Motel in Onewa Road would be the opposite example. Regardless how good an English speaker she was, that couldn't save her from being a horrible provider that made you feel like going to a doctors office where surgical sperm extraction will be performed as oppose to a relatively simple sex act.

Krystal offered that coveted girlfriend experience, that made you feel as if you just picked her up somewhere. After a vigorous blowjob, we did variety of different positions, culminating in her riding me, while I grabbed her butt. And then I finally came, while she kept riding and pumping away on my rock solid penis for awhile longer.

Afterwards, she filled the clock by giving me a nice massage and we carried on a conversation about things. Again, a new feature; conversation with a provider that is fluent and doesn't feel like you have to strain to be understood.

Massage is something you do get in Direct places, sometimes don't. It depends on the quality of a provider, and I feel, more so than the actual sex act itself, it reveals provider's true nature; if she is a true sex professional or not.

Instead of getting thrown out I got both a relaxing pat down and a chat where she disclosed things about herself, which actually explains a lot of things. For one she is an ex-nurse, therefore the gentle touch and people skills. It reminded me of Singaporean Bella that operates in Takapuna Motel, also an ex-nurse.

Krystal was in the sex biz for the last 10 years. It made me think; deduct 10 years and you have a sex worker superstar. Looking a bit younger would put her in the top earning outcalling bracket, which I'm guessing is where she was way back, before downgrading her hourly rate.

She was highly successful at it. Yes, the house is hers. She hinted at a partner being present, but didn't probe further. Services predominantly married clients. In fact her reasoning is the following; it is better the married men come and visit her once and awhile, get their fix of sex then go back home, as oppose to starting up complicated affairs with their female co-workers or acquaintances that break up their families, all because they yearn for some sexual variety.

It is almost like performing a public duty in a way. If a proper scientific analysis was to be carried out, I guess her claim would be vindicated somewhat. Another reason she is good at what she does is that she genuinely loves sex, and this is a way for her to get it. And thank heavens for that I say.

Sadly, there are a lot of providers out there who seem downright frigid and completely in the wrong career track. Those are the types of providers that religious and social outreach groups should work on straightening out and leading them onto the righteous path, away from legal prostitution, to save us the waste of our time and money.

Clearly, Krystal was a pro that loved her job, and as much as anti-prostitution activists have a hard time believing, yes, such women do exist. And that is a difference between a high class courtesan on top end and the likes of Suzy on the bottom; the love of work (or not).

Krystal also serves the higher calibre of clients, some of whom still keep her on retainer. Example was a businessman who took her to Fiji with him, to service him as a live-in provider, so he can have a clear mind while making the business deal he was working on happen. She got a nice payout and free holiday trip. The guy got a business deal he was happy with. Everyone was happy.

We discussed merits and disadvantages of high versus low wage economy. I argued for high wage, she argued for low. Unlike her, many Maori and Pacific Island factory workers are low income earners, so it wasn't fair she argued for low wage when she took care of herself.

Also, we talked about winning prizes and lotteries and such. Soon my half hour turned into more than that, and it was time to go, in spite the fact she seem happy to have me around. Had other errands to do unfortunately, such as paying bills in Glenfield Mall and similar.

Krystal is a true pro, very passionate and naturally wet, and the only thing that stops me from giving her more than 3 stars is her age. 10 years younger and she is a superstar of the Auckland scene.

In 2008 she advertised as 45 years old. In 2010 same. Maybe few more years and once the visible aging process is visible all over her body she should consider going back to nursing as a source of income.

If she needs to work at all at that stage as she seems to have done well for herself. In any case; it was a mutually enjoyable experience and a successful transaction both ways.

All right guys.

Just a quick announcement regarding the famous / infamous duo that was operating in Caspar Road, Papatoetoe.

(Sadly) Apple Pie and (thank God) Coffee are no longer offering services there as both ladies got married off, both for different reasons.

However, the place is now under new management by Donna (Mob: 9629). Tried it yesterday and it is yet another five star experience, amongst my top five paid visits since 2007, outshining even most of the ladies I tried in Pattaya. For half an hour I was in heaven. She will be taking the role of a mamasan and bring in one more girl in about two weeks time.

More detailed report to follow.

I'd like to blacklist the following two providers and upgrade their status to "DON'T CALL, DON'T GO."

Anna. Mob: 8291

Alice. Mob: 7967.

Both operating in East Tamaki Road, Papatoetoe.

Reason: poor communication and negative attitude. Unlessl somebody has actually been there (or decides to take one for the team and give it a go) and can confirm that the negative communication attitude I experienced on the phone does not translate into the bedroom, this warning should stay posted here.

Oh, apart from poor comms, the other thing for the warning is false advertising: instead of $40 as advertised for full service, they will quote $60. Look, it can't be both, it's either one or the other.

This will be included again in the more detailed report about visit to "Donna's Place" on Caspar Road.

Visited in daytime. Small bar only 3 girls. Had a session with 25 year old pleasant. Rooms, clean, service ok. Safe. About $200 [New zealand] for 1 hour

'On the Block'

'North Shore Chronicles'

08-Jul–2010, Thu. Report: 010.

Yoo Yoo for $50. Location: XXX Chivalry Road, Glenfield, North Shore. Mob: 2789. Ethnicity: Chinese. System: Massage. Rating: 5/5

This time it was an ad in Herald that caught my eye due to the fact it featured an interesting addition to the usual relaxing massage and a hand job relief combo. It offered a free haircut. Yes, free haircut, and I badly needed one.

My last cut was almost 2 months ago in a '$10 haircut bar' in Link Dr, Wairau Walley. Well despite the name, they raised their prices so I paid $12 for a No. 2 cut. Therefore I decided to absorb the haircut cost into what I guessed will be a $50 or $60 fee for a visit, comprising of a $30 massage fee plus $20 or $30 extra on top, which of course is a hand job with her clothes on. At that stage, both services were badly needed.

Apart from the haircut the added benefit was the location of the operation; Glenfield. My backyard sort of speak. Now since I had logged every single visit I ever made 'On the Block' into an Excel worksheet, the cell phone and landline numbers came up as KNOWN in my database.

This was the house in Chivalry Road, on the edge of Glenfield industrial estate. It featured Xin Shi, a 2 star performer back in 2009. It was my last provider before leaving country for awhile. After more than 2 years, I was hoping Xin Shi has finished her non illustrious career in sex business long time ago, and someone new might be working there.

Another convenient thing about Chivalry Road location is that is nearby PB Technologies computer superstore. After 3 years of faithful service my desktop PC was in a dire need of an upgrade. Therefore I drove to the store in Porana Road first, and after selecting components to be upgraded I left my PC case at the store and let them work on it.

They projected the finished product would be ready to pick up in about an hour or so. Well, I knew a perfect way to kill half hour at least. From the store's car park I called up the landline listed on the ad and an Asian female voice answered.

As expected, the quote was $30 for half hour and $40 for full hour straight massage. When called upon the main selling point in the ad, which for me was the haircut, she said the deal is still available. Once the address is confirmed as indeed being Chivalry Road, it was no problem if I was to drive up straight away.

One of the benefits of Chinese Massage system is that supply seems to be always there to meet the demand, with more than one girl working on premises most of the times.

In less than two minutes I was there and parked off street near the T intersection with Archers Road. Only when seeing that the entrance is at the top level or a red, two level house, typical of ones that were built in 1960s Glenfield, is when I remember how the actual approach is highly visible, so it is quite easy to get nabbed by a spouse or a girlfriend, which would be a problem if I had one of course.

A quick climb up the stairwell to and I rang a bell, then waited few seemingly endless moments, feeling perched like a bird there for everyone to see me. The unmistakable sound of high heels walking on wooden floor announced somebody was approaching the door.

She approached the door and. Wow.

'Hello, my name Yoo Yoo. ' The wow effect was definitely there. The short summer dress was way above her knees revealing a pair of nice legs. I was pretty sure there was nothing underneath the dress. Nice long hair. Sexy high heels, higher than what providers in this market range wear usually, rounded up a pretty sight for the eyes. Yeap, the long moment of wait was definitely worth it.

Again, for the market range she had a very, very hot body and by that I mean that desirable hourglass shape with nice curves throughout. Pretty face also, and as I will about to find out, very, very sweet demeanour and attitude.

She reminded me of those hookers you see in the movies; the ones that look really hot, because those are mostly young actresses straight out of the drama school. In reality however, most providers in my market are reasonably attractive and doable more likely than not, with few notable exceptions, as is unavoidable, but never the beautiful type. Yoo Yoo would be on the highest end of the scale in that market.

In New Zealand, and I would suspect most of the rest of the world, the providers price themselves on how beautiful they look, as oppose to the quality of service they provide. As many punters have or will discover, by getting a pleasant surprise by a low charging provider or a nasty surprise by high priced hooker.

With higher priced hookers in that $200 +/hr outcall only range, the impression I got from reading a lot of unsuccessful reports in this archive is this; the mere presence of undeserving you to such a beauty is worth $200 fee alone. Any sexual acts, no matter how badly or unenthusiastically performed, you should accept with open hands of joy.

At least with low charging provider, chances of a pleasant surprise are greater. Sort of a play on so called 'Pascal's Wager'. (Look it up on Wikipedia).

With Yoo Yoo the underlying feeling was that she was operating in the wrong market for her looks, and that someone like that would most likely work in that $120 to $160 Sauna System or the so called 'Health Club' as the operators term it.

She seemed out of place, but for all the good reasons as far as her looks are concerned. The only other time I had that feeling was when Lana did a stand in for Julie in Owairaka Road who happened to be sick, and who was much hotter looking than Julie whom I met the second time I visited the same house.

Lana charged the same price that Julie usually charged, $60, as oppose to her usual fee of $100 when she operates in her own place somewhere in West Auckland. Less than a month later I will find Julie standing in for someone else who also called in sick in New North Road, suggesting that the local Thai sex worker community is much more connected and willing to assist each other than I thought at first.

There could be all sorts of genuine reasons Yoo Yoo was operating in that outlet. Maybe she is working with a close friend or a family member or could be a matter of her not offering full service, therefore the haircut package deal.

She took me to the first single bedroom on the right, with by now a familiar set up in such places; a massage table with a hole in it for head and a soothing music from a radio. I took my clothes off without qualms, since I'm use to it by now, and placed them onto the chair in the corner, than laid naked prostrated on the table with my arms outstretched.

'What kind of massage you like? '

'Soft please. Don't want it too hard. '

From a wooden type basket containing oils and such she took some massage oil and lathered it onto my back. She moved around the table and at one point, when she stood over my head, I bravely started caressing her things and it slowly made me semi hard.

It made me a bit more harder when she hopped onto the table and gently jutted one of her bare legs into my groin. The massage routine was obviously designed to excite, and it was succeeding. Overall it was a very nice massage, and every once and awhile a man needs nice soft touch of a female hand.

After about 15 or 20 minutes, she turned me over and very bravely asked me, 'Do you want a handjob? '

'Maybe, how much? '

'$30 covered and $40 uncovered. '

'I'm only ready to spend extra $20 for a handjob. '

'OK. '

With that agreement she oiled up my hard dick and began the work, with one hand on the testicles, holding the base of the shaft in place the other hand pumping vigorously away. From my perspective her body posture looked upright and proud. Yeap, the girl was a hardened pro.

With my right hand, I reached out under her skirt and gently caressed her thigh and grabbed her ass. She didn't object. Also, I used the opportunity to compliment her looks, which I was genuinely appreciative off.

Yes, it was cheap flattery I always do, but women love it. Squeezing her thighs and ass like that, I soaked up even more how truly pretty this girl is and could even slightly place her into girlfriend fantasy frame.

Her way of giving me a hand job was even and vigorous jerking that lifts the pleasure bell curve higher and lengthens it. Accordingly, the warning period is longer and I could see further out that I will be cuming in the next few minutes or so. When it came, I squirmed and grabbed her ass even tighter. Then, at last, eruption, splashing all over my stomach.

She kept pumping for awhile longer, as if to squeeze out every last drop, then stopped and began cleaning up the post eruptive fall out. 'Too mutt, ' she commented in that sweet sounding voice that made me feel proudly guilty.

Once she finished up, I got up, put my clothes on, then popped onto a chair with a simple haircut request. However, since there has been long time between haircuts, the floor was soon filled with a coat of thick black hair, seemingly all over the place.

'Too mutt, ' she said again, which almost cracked me up laughing, but hey it meant I had a nice, rich, thick hair. The cut looked good by the way. She was a professional stylist before switching careers with a higher earning potential. On one of the walls was a mirror and her hair cutting gear.

With the improvised styling studio doubling as a massage joint, she made me look good. My request was a simple no. 2 cut. Not sure about other men, but the long hair of the 70s and beards and moustaches of the 80s seem to be long gone, so it seems safe bet to offer the haircut deal in today's environment.

After paying her out $50, I gave her a hearty hug and a kiss on a cheek for a job well done, and the moment I got into the car I felt guilty after realising how much value I got for it. In fact, it was a better deal than quite a few of full service Thai girls from the Truth over the last several years. Even few girls in Pattaya too.

I want to cultivate good relationships with people who deserved it, which means using their services consistently and paying them well. Which I promised to do next time I visit her. This outlet was to replace Cici's place as my preferred massage shop on the Shore, especially when I need a haircut.

With those thoughts in mind, I drove off back to PB Technologies shop and picked up my upgraded desktop PC then went home to enjoy one of the latest videogames. The splendour of colours on my old school, big screen Mitsubishi CRT was heightened by natural high from the Yoo Yoo experience and I thought to myself; what a great day. What a great day indeed.

Wow.

'on the block'

'north shore chronicles'

01-aug–2010, sun. report: 011.

marie for $80. location: xx birkenhead ave, birkenhead, north shore. mob: 2851. ethnicity: chinese. system: direct. rating: 3/5.

more than a month since my last full service with krystal i was highly charged for sex and in full mood for it after waking up in the early sunday morning. having had to work saturday night, i didn't go out anywhere, instead went straight home for a quick shut eye.

after getting up in the early sunday morning, most of the partiers were sleeping off their hangovers, many of them probably not getting laid in spite of the amount of alcohol consumed and money expended on it. well it was time for me to 'hit the town' with a guarantee to get laid.

this is the first time i decided to go for a visit on the shore on sunday as oppose to my preferred choice of monday to friday between 10 am to 2 pm.

for this visit i found an ad in the truth and just like the place in totaravale road, it had an exact address alongside a landline number. the simple white box advertised full service by a supposedly lovely chinese lady for $80.

it was billed as chinese massage, so i knew what system will await me once i get there. sigh, i didn't really want to pay $80, but seeing that there is still nothing else available on the shore went for it and made a call.

no problems of getting it to go live, since you are guaranteed to have your call answered in the chinese massage system. why? because these are places of work, with higher staff numbers, where people are expected to show up regularly and work, unlike thai providers that might be a single person operations.

chinese culture is also different than thai, reflected in business too, where china a nominally communist country has taken to capitalism with a vengeance, whereas thailand, a monarchy with a capitalist system is still fairly behind and trudging along. chinese are hungrier to acquire capital, to acquire wealth and build great wonders, without the associated guilt to it like it is the case in the west. culture. that's why china will prosper and us might flounder.

there was no problem to make an appointment for 10 am. a brief drive from glenfield to birkenhead's high point mall in the chilli winter morning. after leaving my car in the mall's car park, i set off along central birkenhead roads and could finally see the location appearing in the distance. it was a massage shop front with purple signage, which i originally scouted on google maps and street view.

it was located after a coffee shop and some other stores in birkenhead centre, where few early birds were having a coffee. now that i think about it, this has to be the first place i visited that was located within a highly public place, no less than centre of birkenhead, quite a populous suburb of auckland with a feeling it is a centre of a small town. which basically it was long time ago. although the shop did blend into the general town centre feel, it still made me feel uneasy approaching it.

luckily for me, two things made it slightly more comfortable approaching it after all. the slim, single door were wide open and there was no need to ring a bell and stand at the door like in suburban houses i usually visit. secondly, it was still a dead quiet morning, with next to no traffic. just a few lark types ambling around in the distance and luckily nowhere near the knock shop.

wearing my sunglasses, i walked and looked straight ahead, up the road, trying to look cool. however once i reached the shop, i swiftly moved left through the open door and entered. inside was a fairly spacious kind of waiting room area with chairs.

one mature asian female, obviously a member of public, bundled up in a winter jacket, sitting on a chair and reading mandarin herald, shot a bemused, disinterested look in my direction than returned back to reading the papers. for a moment or so i started to doubt if this was the right place or not, then it clicked that it is.

it was serving both types of markets. the legitimate therapeutic massage for the lady in the winter jacket and a 'massage' with 'extras', key word being 'extras' for guys like myself. well it is a legitimate business now since 2003, with the goal to create as much yearly profit as possible, just like any other business. after all, %28 of it will be kicked back to the government as a tax to be spent on all sorts of social service and what not.

marie, as i will later find out her name is, stepped out of one doors, and took me into the clinic type office on the left that had a standard massage table in the middle of it, and apart from that a simple set up and not much else. the extensive office windows were covered by venetian blinds.

she was not particularly attractive, but doable nevertheless. short and slim. 30s going to 40s, between average to medium attractive to be more specific, and as such she passed my minimum required attractiveness with a slight margin. good enough for $80 bonk considering market conditions.

'common, we fuck! ', marie announced with eagerness upon closing the office doors, then took off her robe to reveal a nicely kept body for a woman her age. like with quite a few ladies i stumbled upon in this business, her body was nicer than i originally thought, when the clothes finally came off. which of course is always a pleasant occurrence.

instead of the usual massage part that leads into the handjob, blowjob and more, we moved straight away into the hardcore action. the massage was cut out of the usual package deal to save on time and hassle i guess. in effect this outlet operated both systems. first being the massage for general public, second being direct sex offering like that which thai providers practice. best of both worlds.

in lieu of massage, that usually does the trick to arouse, she gave me a few good tugs which stiffened me up. once i was sufficiently up, she placed a condom on it, then with me sitting on the table, she slightly bent over and started blowing me. after few minutes of that, she hopped on the table and we started leg spreading action.

after turning her over, i realised how naturally wet her pussy was, and it was surprising to me that she would be enjoying it as much as i did. my penis slid into her with ease and i started pumping her harder and harder from behind, position i love to cum in the most and probably the rest of the male kind, until the condom started to fill up with cum, but her wetness egged me on to keep pumping her for awhile afterwards, until i could no longer.

squeezing every ounce of pleasure i could out of it, i finally slumped over her sweaty back. my penis gradually softened, and i pulled out. she disposed of the condom, gave me a quick clean up job, then set me off, relieved and feeling ten kilos lighter, out of the office after a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

not bad for $80. mission accomplished. using a no frills service, a nice mature lady relieved me. although that outlet in birkenhead ave will probably never outshine its much more famous or infamous birkenhead neighbour, 'the ming ren club', it does what its advertisement claims. in and out and most likely the client will be happy with services rendered. or at least satisfied.

in comparison with chivalry road, yoo yoo's package is appropriate in certain circumstances, when a haircut is needed or a legit massage to relax the muscles is appreciated after a hard day's work.

can't underestimate the health benefits of a legit massage once and awhile, not to mention other services yoo yoo offers. and birkenhead ave? yeah, guess it is ok for the emergencies, when i really, really need to have a bonk really badly and $80 doesn't matter.

i know if i call up, i'll get it.