BEWARE -- Mamasan Angie busted trading faces
Here's a cautionary tale for my fellow travellers.
Having delighted in Marino @ Ginza 2 weeks ago, I found myself back in Sydney this week. I wanted to find out how the business class of a Ginza compares with the economy class of say, a 533 Willoughby Road. What does $150 buy you in Sydney? As it turns out, it buys you a lot of bullshit in Willoughby.
WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 23
I call Willoughby Road mamasan Angie, tell her I want to see either Annie or Kelly at 1pm and Angie says "sure you come over for Annie or Kelly, both working here today." Booked in for 1pm, Annie or Kelly. Nice.
I arrive on time and Angie says "here for you a beautiful girl Sally. She beautiful."
Not Annie. Not Kelly. Sally. Welcome to the back of the plane.
I don't even bother to have the debate because Sally looks fine, she's got her hand on my cock, and I'm here for reasearch anyway, right?
That's round one to you Angie. Noted.
The session with Sally was a bit mad. When time permits, I'll do an AR. Suffice for now to say it involved thumping drum & base, a little strobe light machine, and some sort of pharmaceutical enhancement that Sally was toking on from her own little pipe. She offered. I declined.
Shower and say my goodbyes to Mad Sally, and on my way out Mamasan intoruduces me to Stephanie. My. Type. Of. Girl.
"She here for you next time," says Angie.
TODAY NOVEMBER 25
Having checked the roster, I call mamasan Angie and tell her I want to return to see My. Type. Of. Girl. Stephanie at 1pm.
"Yes. She here today. Stephanie at 1pm. OK."
"So I want to be clear it is Stephanie I am seeing today Angie."
"Yes, yes. 100 percent."
Seasoned punters know how this story goes.
I've punted in Melbourne, Sydney, Auckland, Wellington, Los Angeles, Seattle, Washington, London, Paris, Amsterdam and Frankfurt. Not to skite, but it aint bragging if you done it. And it's backstory for this tale so you know that I've seen most of what shops try to put in our way.
I call mamasan at 12.15pm to say that I'm leaving the CBD for Willoughby and to re-confirm that I am definitely seeing Stephanie at 1pm.
Mamasan: "She ready now. She see you at 12.30 if you be early."
Me: "Friday traffic in Sydney Angie. I'll ask the cabbie to do his best."
TRADING FACES
I arrive at 12.45pm and Angie asks me to wait in a tiny room. She says Stephanie is getting the room ready. Yet she's been ready since 12:15pm hasn't she?
15 minutes later, I'm ready to walk. We all know that mamasan has shopped Stephanie, my confirmed and re-confirmed 1pm booking, to some other punter who's turned up in the meantime.
I'm on my way out of the holding pen and towards the exit when mamasan comes rushing up and says "Stephanie ready now. You in the nice big front room. Come with me please."
We walk into the nice big front room and mamasan introduces me to "Stephanie". Except she aint the My. Type. Of. Girl I met two days ago.
I say to mamasan "This girl isn't Stephanie. She is not the girl you introduced me to on Wednesday."
Pregnant, awkward pause. The girl blushes and turns her head. All of a sudden, Angie's English isn't so good, and she claims to not understand.
"I asked for Stephanie. You confirmed Stephanie. I called to check I was definitely seeing Stephanie. I even reminded you that the Stephanie I wanted to see today is the Stephanie you introduced to me two days ago."
And this, my friends, is what shits me the most. I don't mind a mamasan trying to run a business the best way she can. I do fucking mind a mamasan treating me as a fool. I can wear the lie. I can't wear the insult.
The girl who's not Stephanie, God bless her, takes my hand and says "I'll show you a better time than Stephanie. Don't you want to be with me?"
I wanted to hug her, and slap the mamasan. So I did the first, and gave mamasan a piece of our collective minds about bullshit, lying to punters and treating us as fools.
For WLs, their jobs are demanding enough without having to play a role in some ruse a mamasan wants to pull on a punter.
For 533 regulars, the girl turns out to be Jessie. She's a sweetheart. My session with Jessie was very pleasant. I started it by saying I was lucky to be with her today.
HEAD FOR THE EXITS
As I leave, mamasan is all over me like a cheap suit. "Sorry for the misunderstanding."
Me: "There is no misundersatnding Angie. You lied to me. You treated me like a fool. I won't forget that."
I don't think she gave a shit, though she might when she reads this.
Back to business class for me.