Seducing Model Quality Escorts - Without Paying Them
This has been a side project of mine for a while now.
Anbody with an ounce of testosterone in their blood would not have failed to notice the proliferation of escort agency websites - specifically escort agencies catering for the capital. This is not a recent development, but it's just mushroomed to the point where it is out of control - you can barely keep track of new sites and new stunning girls. The amount of money piped into the economies of Eastern Europe by these girls in London - it's significant.
Most community guys would rate many of these women as SHB9s and 10s if spotted in a club environment or in any day time situation.
I've been trying to put together a methodology to crack this.
I saw this girl on a site and if the photos were to believed and the stats were accurate, she was Russian about 5'8" without heels, awesome body - off the scale, probably 20 years old absolute max.
Using a non traceable SIM card I called the agency, went to see her. The photos were to be believed - just believe me. Lookswise - inspirational, also had a light golden tan too. She was wearing these beautiful heels, not stripper heels, but much classier, may have been Manolos even. She opened the door, wearing nothing but her shoes, bra and panties - just amazing.
Basically, within about 15 minutes, I walked into her smart apartment in Earls Court. French kissed her several times, held her hands, fondled her waist and butt, got her into a high energy state, got her personal mobile number, convinced her we're going to go clubbing together after she's finished fucking her clients, then left without paying. She seemed excited and happy that it wasn't just another paying creep coming to fuck her for £300 per hour.
I didn't call her, I've got more 'system testing' to do to first, make sure things work on other girls and check the flake out rate etc.
Do I really need her? - No. Would I want her as a proper girlfriend? Probably not, but the thrill of seducing someone who looks like a catwalk model at high speed, who wouldn't give you the time of day unless you pay her, just captivating her and walking out, it's really good.
I would take her clubbing though, then I'd take her home and make her my 'girlfriend' for the night.
I'm trying to push the limits of what's possible. Nobody has to believe me.
(actually I lied, she doesn't just look like a model, but she is one)
Anbody with an ounce of testosterone in their blood would not have failed to notice the proliferation of escort agency websites - specifically escort agencies catering for the capital. This is not a recent development, but it's just mushroomed to the point where it is out of control - you can barely keep track of new sites and new stunning girls. The amount of money piped into the economies of Eastern Europe by these girls in London - it's significant.
Most community guys would rate many of these women as SHB9s and 10s if spotted in a club environment or in any day time situation.
I've been trying to put together a methodology to crack this.
I saw this girl on a site and if the photos were to believed and the stats were accurate, she was Russian about 5'8" without heels, awesome body - off the scale, probably 20 years old absolute max.
Using a non traceable SIM card I called the agency, went to see her. The photos were to be believed - just believe me. Lookswise - inspirational, also had a light golden tan too. She was wearing these beautiful heels, not stripper heels, but much classier, may have been Manolos even. She opened the door, wearing nothing but her shoes, bra and panties - just amazing.
Basically, within about 15 minutes, I walked into her smart apartment in Earls Court. French kissed her several times, held her hands, fondled her waist and butt, got her into a high energy state, got her personal mobile number, convinced her we're going to go clubbing together after she's finished fucking her clients, then left without paying. She seemed excited and happy that it wasn't just another paying creep coming to fuck her for £300 per hour.
I didn't call her, I've got more 'system testing' to do to first, make sure things work on other girls and check the flake out rate etc.
Do I really need her? - No. Would I want her as a proper girlfriend? Probably not, but the thrill of seducing someone who looks like a catwalk model at high speed, who wouldn't give you the time of day unless you pay her, just captivating her and walking out, it's really good.
I would take her clubbing though, then I'd take her home and make her my 'girlfriend' for the night.
I'm trying to push the limits of what's possible. Nobody has to believe me.
(actually I lied, she doesn't just look like a model, but she is one)
posted by London Pickup Artist at 12:16 PM
1 Comments:
The system testing is going really well.
I can't believe a recent encounter where this time, I nearly fucked her and still didn't pay AND I got her phone number and her approval to call her the next day and take her out to a club.
I managed to get her panties off and licked her out for a good while, I was about to get my dick out and fuck her, but a nagging thought in my mind kept saying, what if after the event she demanded payment? That could have been tricky, because if any money had changed hands it wouldn't have been seduction.
I'm definitely onto something big here though.
I understand that this is difficult for a reader to believe, but the aforementioned is true.
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