I sent the following to Bailey this morning in order to let her provide feedback before I posted here but she has not gotten back to me. I know there are those of you who can say nothing but good concerning Bailey. That frankly was the reason I thought it might be nice to spend some time with her.
Well, after all the warm fuzzies I've been reading about Bailey lately and after viewing her admittedly improved site and pictures, I decided to send her an email to set up an appointment. Bailey responded almost immediately with her cell# and let me know she was free to meet. She gave me her address which is just on the edge of downtown, in the SW.
So, promptly on time with visions and fantasies running amuk in both my heads I arrived at her apartment block. There was some kid in his early 20's just holding the door open for all and sundry when I got there, thus allowing me to bypass the buzzer security system. I got on the elevator, along with the kid, and he asked me what floor. I should have twigged to something then when I told him the floor and he started singing in a sort of loud, mocking voice, " I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING, I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING". Nonetheless. we both headed up to the top floor, I all the while trying to avoid both eye contact and conversation. When we arrived at the floor in question ther were 3 or 4 punks of a simillar age all congregated outside the elevator, one of whom was yelling down the hall into an apartment (which I was soon to learn was Bailey's) "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID C**T!!"
Whoa! You'da thought then and there I'd turn tail and run, but head #2 was clearly in charge by now and I instead headed for the stairwell to escape the chaos. The kid from the elevator yelled after me, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?". I just moved toward the stairwell and escaped as quickly as I could. I waited about 5 minutes and took the elevator back up to a now quiet hallway. Bailey's door was now closed and all screaming had subsided. I knocked (why, I'm not sure) on her door, but it wasn't answered. I continued to knock and on the fourth attempt was greeted with, "Just a sec!". In a moment or two Bailey answered the door and invited me in.
If first impressions are everything I should have turned tail then and there. Regardless of what I've seen in other reviews here, Bailey's place is not a clean place. In fact, it is filthy. The kitchen had food on the floor and walls and dirty dishes everywhere. The whole place is furnished in dirty and weathered furniture. A huge put off. But not huge enough obviously, because I continued to follow Bailey down the hall to her bedroom, the door of which had at least 3 holes punched or kicked through it. With fears of that crew of punks returning any moment, it was getting more difficult to convince myself this was a good idea.
There was not a single spot, save the bed, that wasn't covered with dirty clothes or blankets. Not an empty chair, not a nite stand, not a clothes hook. So, as we got down to business Bailey stored away my $150. Actually $160, because she never offered me my $10 change and I never asked. Bailey's Special, as she stated it to me in her email was, " 1 hr at 150$. Special #2 you will receive 2 releases within the hr, complete pampering from head to toe, and optional shower before or after. " Well, there was no shower offered and if I'd known at that moment what I was about to learn in the next few minutes, I would have insisted she take a shower. However, I didn't. We both got naked and let me say this about that. The burden is on only one of us to look hot and, sad to say no one in the room passed muster. I know that I'm no male model, I'm thinking very few of you guys are. To top that off her legs have several small, unhealed sores and there is stubble going on in places you'd rather not have one that is a complete turn-off. Either shave regularily or don't shave at all.
Not to infer Bailey is any thing other than kind. She is sweet enough and has a gentle voice. However, pampering from head to toe was just not on the menu, I'm afraid. Bailey just laid there like something Cargill had had their way with. Virtually zero interaction. I've done this stuff long enough to know when something else is at play, and Bailey just didn't even try. Perhaps she, like me, was wondering if the Hell's Angels were about to return and kick down her door at any moment. However, in spite of all the turn-offs I did manage to reach what was advertised as the first of 2 completions through her oral encouragement. She immediately asked if I wanted to take a shower. When we got to the shower I looked on the floor and there was a garbage can with at least 20 used condoms laying in it. Well, enough's enough.
I asked Bailey how long I'd been there and she replied , about 20 minutes. I asked her if it would be alright if we called this a half hour session instead of the hour. I was trying to get out of there as quickly as I could with as little damage as possible. She said sure, no problem. So, after a quick shower I got dressed and, as she had not made reference to it, I asked her what the 1/2 hr rate was. She sort of hesitated a second and then said, " I ussually get $100 for the half" I replied that she should take $120 ( for the 20 minute session) , because she had been so understanding and return my $40 change. Bailey said she doesn't typically return any cash and I was welcome to sit around and visit if I wanted to use the time up. Understand, there was no yelling, screaming or threatening. It was on;y a conversation. Well, I woosed out and decided to cut my losses before, "I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING!" and his gang of merry cut-throats returned en masse.
Oh well, a lesson learned, I guess. I lied to Bailey, in order to keep things civil, and said I'd return. All you need to take from that statement is, I lied.
Well, after all the warm fuzzies I've been reading about Bailey lately and after viewing her admittedly improved site and pictures, I decided to send her an email to set up an appointment. Bailey responded almost immediately with her cell# and let me know she was free to meet. She gave me her address which is just on the edge of downtown, in the SW.
So, promptly on time with visions and fantasies running amuk in both my heads I arrived at her apartment block. There was some kid in his early 20's just holding the door open for all and sundry when I got there, thus allowing me to bypass the buzzer security system. I got on the elevator, along with the kid, and he asked me what floor. I should have twigged to something then when I told him the floor and he started singing in a sort of loud, mocking voice, " I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING, I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING". Nonetheless. we both headed up to the top floor, I all the while trying to avoid both eye contact and conversation. When we arrived at the floor in question ther were 3 or 4 punks of a simillar age all congregated outside the elevator, one of whom was yelling down the hall into an apartment (which I was soon to learn was Bailey's) "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID C**T!!"
Whoa! You'da thought then and there I'd turn tail and run, but head #2 was clearly in charge by now and I instead headed for the stairwell to escape the chaos. The kid from the elevator yelled after me, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?". I just moved toward the stairwell and escaped as quickly as I could. I waited about 5 minutes and took the elevator back up to a now quiet hallway. Bailey's door was now closed and all screaming had subsided. I knocked (why, I'm not sure) on her door, but it wasn't answered. I continued to knock and on the fourth attempt was greeted with, "Just a sec!". In a moment or two Bailey answered the door and invited me in.
If first impressions are everything I should have turned tail then and there. Regardless of what I've seen in other reviews here, Bailey's place is not a clean place. In fact, it is filthy. The kitchen had food on the floor and walls and dirty dishes everywhere. The whole place is furnished in dirty and weathered furniture. A huge put off. But not huge enough obviously, because I continued to follow Bailey down the hall to her bedroom, the door of which had at least 3 holes punched or kicked through it. With fears of that crew of punks returning any moment, it was getting more difficult to convince myself this was a good idea.
There was not a single spot, save the bed, that wasn't covered with dirty clothes or blankets. Not an empty chair, not a nite stand, not a clothes hook. So, as we got down to business Bailey stored away my $150. Actually $160, because she never offered me my $10 change and I never asked. Bailey's Special, as she stated it to me in her email was, " 1 hr at 150$. Special #2 you will receive 2 releases within the hr, complete pampering from head to toe, and optional shower before or after. " Well, there was no shower offered and if I'd known at that moment what I was about to learn in the next few minutes, I would have insisted she take a shower. However, I didn't. We both got naked and let me say this about that. The burden is on only one of us to look hot and, sad to say no one in the room passed muster. I know that I'm no male model, I'm thinking very few of you guys are. To top that off her legs have several small, unhealed sores and there is stubble going on in places you'd rather not have one that is a complete turn-off. Either shave regularily or don't shave at all.
Not to infer Bailey is any thing other than kind. She is sweet enough and has a gentle voice. However, pampering from head to toe was just not on the menu, I'm afraid. Bailey just laid there like something Cargill had had their way with. Virtually zero interaction. I've done this stuff long enough to know when something else is at play, and Bailey just didn't even try. Perhaps she, like me, was wondering if the Hell's Angels were about to return and kick down her door at any moment. However, in spite of all the turn-offs I did manage to reach what was advertised as the first of 2 completions through her oral encouragement. She immediately asked if I wanted to take a shower. When we got to the shower I looked on the floor and there was a garbage can with at least 20 used condoms laying in it. Well, enough's enough.
I asked Bailey how long I'd been there and she replied , about 20 minutes. I asked her if it would be alright if we called this a half hour session instead of the hour. I was trying to get out of there as quickly as I could with as little damage as possible. She said sure, no problem. So, after a quick shower I got dressed and, as she had not made reference to it, I asked her what the 1/2 hr rate was. She sort of hesitated a second and then said, " I ussually get $100 for the half" I replied that she should take $120 ( for the 20 minute session) , because she had been so understanding and return my $40 change. Bailey said she doesn't typically return any cash and I was welcome to sit around and visit if I wanted to use the time up. Understand, there was no yelling, screaming or threatening. It was on;y a conversation. Well, I woosed out and decided to cut my losses before, "I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING!" and his gang of merry cut-throats returned en masse.
Oh well, a lesson learned, I guess. I lied to Bailey, in order to keep things civil, and said I'd return. All you need to take from that statement is, I lied.
