Now I know I’ve mentioned some of my more unusual rooms, and so I’ll share a story of how I took my first customer to room four.
The number 4 has always been my lucky number, and so I made this room especially for me. I don’t normally take clients either, but when Mr Jones walked through my door I couldn’t refuse. He was solid looking – not fat – and dark. He looked foreign and he looked like he could show a woman a good time. He was in Blackpool on a business trip and fancied some ‘fun’ away from the crowds. He ended up at mine.
“What are you after?” I ask “Whatever you can supply. I’m not afraid” was his reply Now room four isn’t that different, but it can intimidate some men. I didn’t think that would be the case with Jones.
The room is on the ground floor with a massive plate glass window looking onto the promenade. The walls are painted in a deep red and the four poster bed dominates the room. There are no curtains.
“Isn’t this exhibition or something?” he says smiling as he turns to me. “Well it would be but this is a two way mirror – we can see them, but they can’t see us. Unless I want them to”
By this point Jones had removed his shirt and was stood with his hands on the mirror looking out at the sea. Moving behind him I start to unbuckle his pants. I can feel him getting hard and stroke him through his tight boxer shorts. “mmmmmm” he says without moving an inch. I can see that I’m going to have to work for this.
Pushing his boxers down I held his penis; it was large, in every way and was twitching with the excitement. Starting to rub both of my hands up and down the shaft I whisper in his ear “Do you like that? Want me to rub some more?” he grunts in the affirmative. All the while he stares out of the window. People walk past and one girl even comes up to check her lipstick. She looks a bit too close and just sees his face. It gives her a shock and she moves on.
