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Candy, perfect northern sweetie
Three reasons for going to Hornsby 142 instead of brothels closer to where I live.
One, it has the best variety of women, in terms of nationality, cultural background and age. Young teenage spunkets through sexy 20 year olds to wise 30 year olds with every trick in the man pleasuring book. Two, it has the best mamasan in the business: Mina and her cute yong receptionist. They know how to channel the male mood, are willing to negotiate and are always cheerful and obliging. And three, discretion. Despite all my years of punting, I still find it uncomfortable entering a brothel which is next to a busy bus stop or hamburger joint. No matter how much I rationalise it away, I don't like the sense of exposing my visits to the public, much less people I might know. Hornsby provides me all the anonymity I need.
Now with these three general reasons I can add a fourth, specific, reason for visiting Hornsby: Candy.
First, some background. Three or four months ago I was down in the Shire feeling toey. I took the opportunity of visiting a well-known brothel above a hamburger joint. Was introduced to a gorgeous, petite, young lass whose name I could not quite get: Jie Jie, Chi Chi, or something close. She was younger, and smaller, than the other women there and I was a little reluctant because I had long abandoned young working women after too many disappointments. Their bodies may be tight, their smiles seductive, but their sex immature. I paid my money for half an hour, expecting the usual callow sex. Five minutes into the session I regretted I hadn't booked her for the rest of the afternoon. She has one of those hard, young bodies that I had, somehow, forgotten. It is flawless. And she used it sensationally, obviously loving sex. What impressed me most was her beaver. I think it is the best I have ever seen; symmetrical, tight, naked apart from wisps of pubic hair. I felt guilty enjoying something so perfect.
That session with Jie Jie (or whatever) was actually a disaster for me. She had transported me back to when my muscles were as toned. It did something to my brain, switching on that chemical that remembered young, hard-bodied women to be the most sexually attractive and adventurous. One week later I went back but, because of my confusion over her name, could not find her.
Alas, Jie Jie (or whatever) had joined that long list of great young working women to be dreamed about but never seen again. Older working women never seem to disappear like this. It are only the young ones who seem to come and go so capriciously.
Reading this forum, I identified who I thought might be Jie Jie (whatever) in a well-known Willoughby brothel. There she was working by the name of Cici. Now, having been a regular at this particular establishment I knew how much the mamasan exaggerated the ages of her staff. I had had the experience of being told a 19 year old student, new to the industry, was on her first day. I turned up to find a lovely woman, but one who had a daughter closer to the one described than she herself. I did not trust this Willoughby mamasan. But, you know, that mixture of lust, hope and willingness to believe drew me across the bridge, up those stairs, past the eyes of the waiting queue at the bus stop.
I waited and waited to be told that worst of news from a mamasan, "her earlier customer has extended." Back down the stairs, past new eyes pretending not to look at me, down the road into the coffee shop to wait and ponder. "Should I bother?" I asked myself. Because of the delay, I would only be seeing her for half an hour. And given my suspicions about the truth of her description, was it worth it. Of course, I waited. Past yet another group of furtive eyes, up those stairs and yes, it was my Jie Jie, now a Cici. Everything I remembered was true. She was just as gorgeous, and into the interaction, as previously. I had found my perfect working woman.
As things happen, I was not able to get back to Willoughby. As regular readers of this forum might know, I found my perfect brothel up in Hornsby (3 reasons). So, imagine my surprise last Monday. Up to Hornsby and who should I see in the reception of my perfect brothel? My perfect working woman. She has abandoned all those variations of Jie Jie, Jiji, Chi Chi, Cici. Now she is Candy. A photo follows.
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