Holy "Take-One-For-the-Team," Batman!
A couple of weeks ago when I went to see Josee, I was greated at the door by Paris. I made a mental note to myself to return to check her out at a later date. Last night was that night and let me tell ya... NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Paris, who is not to be confused with Paris from Deja Vue, has got to be one of the best looking women I've ever seen. Not just SP's. Not just strippers. All women. Ever. Really, she was rediculously hot. A petite brunette with a gorgeous face, big cans, small ass and a nice tan. She was wearing a great pink hot pants outfit with whtie fur trim. You get the picture.
Anyway, when she greated me at the door, she was kinda bitchy. I thought that maybe she was one of those chicks that was snarky 'til you got her in the room, but, alas, she's one of those chicks that's just plain miserable. Period.
We get in the room and she doesn't say, "Hi," "How's it going?" or even, "Kiss my ass." She says, "What service do you want?" Her boobs looked so awesome in her pink top I piped up, "RUSSIAN!" She took my money, excused herself and told me to make myself comfortable.
So I'm on the table, naked, for what seemed like days. She finally comes in, strips down and asks, "Any other plans for tonight?" That was the last thing she said until, "Flip over." Even then, I'm thinking to myself, "OK. She's not real talkative. But she is insanely hot." She then proceeds to give me a surprisingly good back massage in total silence. When she finally asks me to flip over, I'm all excited. She then says, "How do you want to do this?" I say that it usually works best when the SP is on her back and I can do my thing on top. This, my friends, is where things go to shit.
She makes herself comfortable on the table and before she lets me climb up, she readies a towel. Fine. Then I climb up and straddle her. Now, for those of you who've never had the pleasure of a Russian, at this point, the gal usualy squirts some oil or cream on your wiener, between her boobs, or a combination of both. Paris layed on her back and looked at me. So I take the bull by the horns and applied the lotion myself. Now, she usually puts you between her pillowy-softness and then squeezes them together to apply a soft, comfortable, snugness. Paris layed on her back and looked at me. After what seemed an enternity (was probably just seconds), she finally squeezed them together and I set about my job. After a couple of good pumps, she takes the towel and COVERS HER CHEST AND ME FROM THE WAIST DOWN. Now, I'm not a total asshole. I am polite enough to give a girl a little warning before I spurt. But, no. Paris was not about to take any chances. So I set about the task at hand, finished what I set out to do and climb down from the table. She hops down and starts picking up. Doesn't ask me if I want a towel or a shower. I have to actually ask if she's in a hurry or if there's time for me to have a shower. She tells me to go ahead as she continues picking up. To her credit, she did bring me a towel to dry off with. I dried off, got dressed and left.
So, to break it down to a quick and easy set of numbers...
Looks - 10 (no shit)
Massage - 7.5 (surprisingly good, but no Nikki from Deja Vue)
Attitude - 0 (Look, I know that you think I'm a disgusting pig that wants to do dirty things to you. I understand that you'd probably sooner be anywhere but with me, but just pretend to enjoy my company or at least care that I'm in the room.)
Extras - 2.5 (Disasterous, but I did do what I set out to do.)
My final verdict? Paris would make an awesome centerfold. She's so hot it hurts to look at her, but I'd be just as happy pulling out her picture, rubbing one out and then hiding the magazine back in my sock drawer.