A couple of months after my lackluster visit to the Soho 'model' I had still not got my big tit fix. I had fucked a girl I worked with not long after, an American girl called Joanna. She was a little taller than me, maybe 6"1, very slim with tiny A-cup tits. She was an average lay, didn't put much into it and her blowjob skills were nothing to shout about. It was, thankfully, a one-off.
I walked towards a phone box one Wednesday night in Victoria. Without hesitating I walked inside and picked up the receiver. I mimed the action of putting a 50p in the slot and dialed a random set of numbers. I didn't like the thought of someone seeing me and automatically assuming I was looking at the hooker adverts. I started a fake conversation with nobody as I browsed the adverts stuck to the windows. There was an awful lot of transsexual adverts and glossy images of girls who clearly weren't going to be the one to open the door if you visited. I settled on a handwritten advert without a picture - 'New! Very curvy! Very Busty! 38FF!' I grabbed the card from the window and stuffed it into my pocket. I hung up the handset and left the phone box as a guy walked past me, looking me in the eye but I was unable to judge his thoughts. Innocent, I hoped but it didn't matter at all.
I walked down the road and round a corner. I pulled out the card and called the number on my mobile. After a couple of rings it was answered by a gruff, curt woman. 'Hello?' I said I had seen her advert and asked if she was available. 'Yes she's available, where are you now?' It wasn't the girl I was speaking to but someone else, maybe her 'madam' like I had met in Soho. I told her my location and she said the venue was nearby, maybe a 10 minute walk. I asked how much it would be. 'Services start from £20 for hand relief reaching up to £90 for full service'. I needed to know if her tits were really a 38FF so I asked if she had large breasts. The madam confirmed it. I said I'd be about 15 minutes and she gave me the door number and instructed me to ring the buzzer when I arrived.
I was a bit skint at the time so only intended to get a handjob. I withdrew £40 from a cashpoint nearby and lit up a cigarette. I smoked 2 on my walk to the flat, slightly nervous about what lay ahead due to my last experience. When I reached the flat I rang the buzzer and waited. Very quickly the lock buzzed open and I walked through. The hallway seemed much nicer than the Soho one. A voice called out from up the floor above and I recognised it to be the madam beckoning me to the flat. I made my way up the stairs and met the woman I had been speaking to. She was just as frumpy as her Soho counterpart. She showed me into a bedroom that was more inviting than the models. 'She'll be in to see you in a moment'. With that she left the room and closed the door. I looked around. The room was warm and cosy. The bed was still smaller than a double but a bit bigger than a single. The radio was playing quietly in the corner and an array of sex toys sat on display on a table by the bed.