Friday noon, I was hornier than a ten-peckered hoot owl so I decided to check out some of the newer places in Mississauga. The first was on Haines Road, north of Silhouette, on the second floor of a building opposite the large Sino mall. Oh so dark. No choice of girl. No showers in room but seemed clean enough once I got the young lady into the room and turned up the lights myself. She was not too bad looking notwithstanding the push-it-up-charlie bra. When I tried to open discussion about lowering the price of a NR from $100 to $85, she got downright nasty and showed me the door. Gawd, it was so dark, I nearly couldn't find my way out.
Then went to 99A Dundas East, a second floor walk-up behind a Wimpy's on the corner. Fresh paint smell as you walk up the sky blue staircase. The receptionist said there were two girls. Then - a knock on the front door and in walks a 40ish cop-looking guy in plain clothes. Accompanying him was an obviously older woman with a hard face and turkey wattles on her neck - the type who looks as if she enjoys dirty talk in the morning. (I know you're reading this sweetheart - lighten up - it's only a rub and tug!). Could it be the pussy posse? They started asking about the two girls who worked there, while I beat a hasty retreat. They ignored me. One of the girls (very attractive - I would have taken her if I had stayed) was right on my heels while some poor bastard with a hard on who had been moaning in one of the closed door rooms left a few minutes later. Meanwhile the receptionist was on the phone and then followed the LE to his unmarked car in the parking lot. I saw no badges or uniforms - could it have been immigration?
Then went to 99A Dundas East, a second floor walk-up behind a Wimpy's on the corner. Fresh paint smell as you walk up the sky blue staircase. The receptionist said there were two girls. Then - a knock on the front door and in walks a 40ish cop-looking guy in plain clothes. Accompanying him was an obviously older woman with a hard face and turkey wattles on her neck - the type who looks as if she enjoys dirty talk in the morning. (I know you're reading this sweetheart - lighten up - it's only a rub and tug!). Could it be the pussy posse? They started asking about the two girls who worked there, while I beat a hasty retreat. They ignored me. One of the girls (very attractive - I would have taken her if I had stayed) was right on my heels while some poor bastard with a hard on who had been moaning in one of the closed door rooms left a few minutes later. Meanwhile the receptionist was on the phone and then followed the LE to his unmarked car in the parking lot. I saw no badges or uniforms - could it have been immigration?