JohnnyPunter
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This is a review I posted on SexForum a while back, but for some reason it was deleted. I have no idea if it was removed due to a technical issue or done purposely. I am a traveling punter and punt wherever I travel. A few years ago, when visiting Christchurch, I was staying in a Motel and got the urge to book an escort. There is slim pickings in Christchurch compared to Auckland, but browsing the usual directories, and found Faye La Florence on Escortify. She was going as "Cora von Tay" at the time (she changes names occasionally). Photos looked good on her ad, and she advertises as “Lebanese / Kiwi”. I contacted her in the afternoon to make a booking. She was a little slow to get back to me, and she said she needed at least a couple of hours to prepare and that a non-negotiable $50 deposit was required. Against my better judgment, I agreed, and we set a booking time of 5 pm. I deposited the money and then asked her to confirm the booking. Thus began a punishing series of delays and painstakingly slow message responses. About 30 minutes after I made the deposit, she said it had come through, but she would have to delay the booking; she moved it to 5:30 pm. No problem. Then at 5 pm I texted her asking for the address, but there was no reply. I grew increasingly frustrated lying on my bed in my Motel room as the clock ticked ever so closer to 5:30 pm.
Then, at 5:25 pm, she finally messaged back saying she would have to delay it again. This time she would need to delay it until 6:30 pm. I reluctantly agreed. $50 is small enough that you don’t hesitate paying it, but at the same time great enough that you don’t want to cancel it and lose the deposit. I was trapped; I would have definitely cancelled if I hadn’t already paid the deposit. In fact, I grew concerned I had been scammed, that some scammer had tricked me into paying the deposit and would continue delaying the booking for all eternity. The intermittent communication and stalling continued, and she ended up delaying the booking time again until 7:30 pm. At around 7 pm, she finally gave me the street name (but not the number), and after being tormented with stalling and delays for hours and with the increasing fear I had been scammed, I jumped in my rental car and headed to the street, which at the time was Riccarton, I believe. I got there before 7:30 pm and sat in my car waiting like a mug for her to message me the house number. Then, at probably about 7:45 pm, approximately 15 minutes after the actual booking time, she gave me the number. I drove to the house and parked outside, then walked down the drive.
It was a regular old house, and she greeted me at the door. She looked different from her photos; she was noticeably bigger, chubbier, and she didn’t have any makeup on. She was wearing a long, frumpy dressing gown that wasn’t sexy, and it hid her plump body. Looking at her photos now, some of them are at least a few years old, some are probably several years old or even older now. I was disappointed. She was quite friendly and bubbly and seemed oblivious to the fact that she had stressed me out by messing me around all day. She invited me in and directed me to her bedroom. It was a house she shared with flatmates, who I could hear were home in the other section of the house. Her room was the closest to the entrance, and once inside, she told me to lie on the bed, so I did, and I waited. Her disorganization didn’t end with the delayed bookings; she was unprepared and mucking around trying to sort things in he room. Then she informed me she was waiting on a delivery from her “assistant,” so we had to wait for that until we could begin. I just lay there on the bed in disbelief as she pottered around her room sorting stuff, blabbering away, and occasionally checking her phone for updates on her delivery. She never really even looked at me in the face, probably because she didn’t want to see how full of disappointment and disbelief it was.
Then finally, I heard a car pull in the driveway. She brightened up and got all excited, and rushed out to meet the driver. I heard her talking to her “assistant,” who was a man and probably her cuck boyfriend. Then, as I heard the car back out of the driveway way she came in and she was carrying a BOTTLE OF WINE. My disbelief accentuated. She said, “Ah, finally, now we can begin". "It’s great having an assistant. I recommend having one”. She asked if I would like some wine, and I figured, why not, after this absolute shit show of booking. Okay, I said. She replied, “But I don’t have any glasses, so you will have to drink from the bottle”. She handed me the bottle and I took a swig and then handed it back to her. She took one sip and placed it on her bookshelf, took off her dressing gown, and joined me on the bed. She was wearing mismatched bra and panties. It’s been a while, so details of the actual sex are a bit faded, but she put a condom on and sucked my dick for a bit. Then she got on top and rode me for a bit. She is quite heavy, and I distinctly remember it wasn’t pleasant as she was putting a lot of her weight on me. Probably her best (if not only) asset was her tits. She had nice, big, full tits. I don’t know if they were F cups as she advertises them now, but they were definitely D or DD cups at the time. I distracted myself from the crushing sensation by playing with them. Then we switched positions for some missionary and doggy. I remember at the time I was having difficulty finishing. So I lay back on the bed and took the condom off, and she gave me a hand job, still it wasn’t doing much, and I started going flaccid. So I took over and worked myself up again while she lay next to me. Then I told her to put her tits in my face, so she leaned over me so I could suck on those big tits. I had my left hand on her tit and my other hand on my cock. And with those big, amazing tits in my face, I finally worked myself up and shot my load. I made sure to spray some cum on her leg.
After I had finished, she said “YAY!”. She was happy we (or rather I) had managed to get me off. Because it was a shared house, there was no access to a shower. So she gave me her (used) bath towel to clean myself up. I used it to clean all the cum off my dick. Later, when back at my Motel, I wondered if she would still use it to dry herself next time she showered, I wasn’t sure. Maybe she gave it to her cuck boyfriend to use when he came over after I left?
After cleaning myself, I got dressed and left shortly afterwards. It was closer to 9 pm by the time I got out of there. I swore to myself I would never ever pay an escort a deposit again, and I still haven't. I guess she requires a deposit because when she delays the booking and mucks punters around, they just cancel on her. Back in those days (around 2022), there was really nowhere to post reviews on escorts and complain about bookings such as these. AdultForum and their working girl and simp moderators would delete all negative reviews such as this, and bad workers just go on the “DND” (do not disturb) list so punters are unable to post any reviews. At least now punters have outlets such as this platform to share our experiences.
Overall experience: 2.5/10 (Not recommended)
It was a big fuck around; she literally wasted my whole afternoon and evening. But after all that stress and effort, I was glad I actually got off in the end. If you are brave enough to book her, do not trap yourself by paying a deposit. In fact, I recommend never paying a deposit when booking Kiwi working girls. The only exception I would pay for one is if it is an international touring escort with a good reputation.
Then, at 5:25 pm, she finally messaged back saying she would have to delay it again. This time she would need to delay it until 6:30 pm. I reluctantly agreed. $50 is small enough that you don’t hesitate paying it, but at the same time great enough that you don’t want to cancel it and lose the deposit. I was trapped; I would have definitely cancelled if I hadn’t already paid the deposit. In fact, I grew concerned I had been scammed, that some scammer had tricked me into paying the deposit and would continue delaying the booking for all eternity. The intermittent communication and stalling continued, and she ended up delaying the booking time again until 7:30 pm. At around 7 pm, she finally gave me the street name (but not the number), and after being tormented with stalling and delays for hours and with the increasing fear I had been scammed, I jumped in my rental car and headed to the street, which at the time was Riccarton, I believe. I got there before 7:30 pm and sat in my car waiting like a mug for her to message me the house number. Then, at probably about 7:45 pm, approximately 15 minutes after the actual booking time, she gave me the number. I drove to the house and parked outside, then walked down the drive.
It was a regular old house, and she greeted me at the door. She looked different from her photos; she was noticeably bigger, chubbier, and she didn’t have any makeup on. She was wearing a long, frumpy dressing gown that wasn’t sexy, and it hid her plump body. Looking at her photos now, some of them are at least a few years old, some are probably several years old or even older now. I was disappointed. She was quite friendly and bubbly and seemed oblivious to the fact that she had stressed me out by messing me around all day. She invited me in and directed me to her bedroom. It was a house she shared with flatmates, who I could hear were home in the other section of the house. Her room was the closest to the entrance, and once inside, she told me to lie on the bed, so I did, and I waited. Her disorganization didn’t end with the delayed bookings; she was unprepared and mucking around trying to sort things in he room. Then she informed me she was waiting on a delivery from her “assistant,” so we had to wait for that until we could begin. I just lay there on the bed in disbelief as she pottered around her room sorting stuff, blabbering away, and occasionally checking her phone for updates on her delivery. She never really even looked at me in the face, probably because she didn’t want to see how full of disappointment and disbelief it was.
Then finally, I heard a car pull in the driveway. She brightened up and got all excited, and rushed out to meet the driver. I heard her talking to her “assistant,” who was a man and probably her cuck boyfriend. Then, as I heard the car back out of the driveway way she came in and she was carrying a BOTTLE OF WINE. My disbelief accentuated. She said, “Ah, finally, now we can begin". "It’s great having an assistant. I recommend having one”. She asked if I would like some wine, and I figured, why not, after this absolute shit show of booking. Okay, I said. She replied, “But I don’t have any glasses, so you will have to drink from the bottle”. She handed me the bottle and I took a swig and then handed it back to her. She took one sip and placed it on her bookshelf, took off her dressing gown, and joined me on the bed. She was wearing mismatched bra and panties. It’s been a while, so details of the actual sex are a bit faded, but she put a condom on and sucked my dick for a bit. Then she got on top and rode me for a bit. She is quite heavy, and I distinctly remember it wasn’t pleasant as she was putting a lot of her weight on me. Probably her best (if not only) asset was her tits. She had nice, big, full tits. I don’t know if they were F cups as she advertises them now, but they were definitely D or DD cups at the time. I distracted myself from the crushing sensation by playing with them. Then we switched positions for some missionary and doggy. I remember at the time I was having difficulty finishing. So I lay back on the bed and took the condom off, and she gave me a hand job, still it wasn’t doing much, and I started going flaccid. So I took over and worked myself up again while she lay next to me. Then I told her to put her tits in my face, so she leaned over me so I could suck on those big tits. I had my left hand on her tit and my other hand on my cock. And with those big, amazing tits in my face, I finally worked myself up and shot my load. I made sure to spray some cum on her leg.
After I had finished, she said “YAY!”. She was happy we (or rather I) had managed to get me off. Because it was a shared house, there was no access to a shower. So she gave me her (used) bath towel to clean myself up. I used it to clean all the cum off my dick. Later, when back at my Motel, I wondered if she would still use it to dry herself next time she showered, I wasn’t sure. Maybe she gave it to her cuck boyfriend to use when he came over after I left?
After cleaning myself, I got dressed and left shortly afterwards. It was closer to 9 pm by the time I got out of there. I swore to myself I would never ever pay an escort a deposit again, and I still haven't. I guess she requires a deposit because when she delays the booking and mucks punters around, they just cancel on her. Back in those days (around 2022), there was really nowhere to post reviews on escorts and complain about bookings such as these. AdultForum and their working girl and simp moderators would delete all negative reviews such as this, and bad workers just go on the “DND” (do not disturb) list so punters are unable to post any reviews. At least now punters have outlets such as this platform to share our experiences.Overall experience: 2.5/10 (Not recommended)
It was a big fuck around; she literally wasted my whole afternoon and evening. But after all that stress and effort, I was glad I actually got off in the end. If you are brave enough to book her, do not trap yourself by paying a deposit. In fact, I recommend never paying a deposit when booking Kiwi working girls. The only exception I would pay for one is if it is an international touring escort with a good reputation.
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