Mumbai is a city where one can buy into any dream one wishes to, it’s a commercial capital alright and without a doubt we’re women can be bought and sold at a price. It is also the acting and modeling capital of India, thus it surely is the vice capital. I wanted to experience the escort services of the city. I never thought getting a fuck in this city could be that easy, all you need to do is google escort services, very bright and colorful sites will open up, with graphics logo’s and designs, with an online booking button and photographs of girls on the website , the website is an open invitation to high class and wealthy gentlemen to enjoy themselves in the city .
A central number flashes on the site, I made a call on the number,” Yes sir how many hours you want the girl for .” An older woman who is the madam of the call girls answered, she had a ghati accent answers. She is the first contact, she asks your name and number and what hotel you are staying in. Through this, she calls up the hotel and confirms that the prospect is genuine and the call true. On having established that the call the true, she starts What-sapping you the photographs of the girls. As a client, you make the choice and ask for the girl menu. Most of the time the girl you choose from the photograph will not be the same as the one that is actually sent to you. The madam or the central coordinator will check if there are girls on the job near the place where the new client is and then ask the nearest available girl to respond. That creates confusion, you might have asked for a girl x and you may get girly. In my case, the same happened. Most escort girls I have fucked have very common traits, they are all from B and C class towns, wear cheap perfumes and dresses with small cup size bra’s. Most of them have a mobile phone and are constantly messaging even when they are with the client in the room. The rates are standard Rs 15,000 for two hours, Rs 30,000 for four hours and the Full night rate. Once the girl is in the hotel, you have to go and recite her at the lobby, but she will only get an entry when her id has been scanned and approved. Some five-star hotels have a cut off time of 10:30 pm or so for such equate guests that the client entertains. Most know what is going on but you can always get away with the fact that she is a friend.
Once she is in the room, she is yours by the hour. I always find these girls look sad at times, kind of worn out. Some have a strict no-no kissing policy and don’t even enjoy sucking unless you wear a condom. A good whore is only worried about her money, she is not here to fall involve with you, she is here to make you come and make you come fast. I do enjoy some pillow talk before the action starts,” Tum Kanha se ho! Kab is line Mein aye !” These are the usual questions one asks the girls. But it’s a torcher getting them to stop yapping on their mobiles, sometimes they are trying to chat up their madam’s who want to check with them that the payment has been made. Yes, payment is the big issue, the girls want it before you start the act, even if your balls are on fire, payment first sir. Voice messages and instructions are sent by the handlers of the call girl’s that the rate that has been agreed upon has indeed been delivered and cash has been rightly collected.
The girls have their own set of sob stories this chick who hailed from Punjab had become an escort to pay off her family debt’s, her brothers did not work and the family had one home which had been mortgaged off. She said she would do it for a few months till she made enough money to pay off her debt.
To me, it was not a very fulfilling experience the girls speak bad English and some can’t even converse with any kind of finesse. The escort agency said it was an elite agency but there was nothing elite about the girls. In the end, not a very satisfying experience, go for it if you want to experience something different.