Escort Reports

**BBC386** · 08-05-20 15:46

Originally Posted by IgnacioJeffer [View Original Post]

No info but the fact that she has "Self Employed" listed as her location is a red flag. Most likely a scam.

Real and with a local number, runs around with a white BBW. Never participated, I just know things.

**OomRoy2002** · 08-05-20 14:21

Any info on this one. Tried to get hold no luck.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...y/759429884528

**DarkManXFl** · 08-05-20 12:47

This girl is exactly like her pics and says she is new to the game. Holy fuck was she tight. Think barely one finger tight. Amazing girl with very friendly attitude and perfect spinner body. Easy comms but I suspect might be hard to get hold of because she is using a WiFi phone. Well worth it. GFE and takes direction well. Will not CIM but will COF. Run don't walk. Hopefully she doesn't get spit out by the game too quickly. Nice and clean and good donation. No gps yet.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...g/469221633173

**Mongerlicious** · 08-04-20 20:25

Originally Posted by HoWrangler [View Original Post]

Is this a tranny?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...o/674519506730

She's not a tranny but honestly there are some of them that are way more attractive than this piece of shit. Not worth anyone's time.

**Nudeed** · 08-04-20 19:51

Originally Posted by HoWrangler [View Original Post]

Is this a tranny?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...o/674519506730

Do some research / work. And you'll find your answer. Upper right corner called the search field.

**MongerT** · 08-04-20 19:09

Originally Posted by HoWrangler [View Original Post]

Is this a tranny?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...o/674519506730

No, just another wackjob with GPS who will inform you of the clock about 3 minutes into the session. Won't repeat and advise others not to waste their time or money. Her name is sherry.

**HoWrangler** · 08-04-20 15:32

Is this a tranny?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...o/674519506730

**Ignacio Jeffer** · 08-04-20 06:26

No info but the fact that she has "Self Employed" listed as her location is a red flag. Most likely a scam.

Originally Posted by BigD334 [View Original Post]

Any info about this gal?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...r/499955323353

**DaytonaJimJim** · 08-04-20 00:17

Originally Posted by BigD334 [View Original Post]

Any info about this gal?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...r/499955323353

I saw that one too. I don't think its real.

**EatItRaw247** · 08-03-20 23:44

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...n/289015004597

Just Had A Dream With Barbie. Kind Of Hard To Get a a hold of but it was worth it. Small blond maybe 5'2" or something. Skinny and small upstairs. Don't think I've ever had my lollypop licked better ever and don't forget the lube. Tight is an understatement. She was very nice and didn't rush. Only problem I really had was she was hard to get a hold of. Very Nice Date and I will repeat.

**HoWrangler** · 08-03-20 23:40

Originally Posted by ShaggyJax [View Original Post]

While passing through Daytona recently, I contacted this one for a possible HH: http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema.../731736473154. She responds with $140. I reply that the price is a bit too steep for me, thanks anyway. She replies, "Kevin, I know this is you. I have to make money to eat right now so what else am I supposed to do? I also have to get my tires put on. I haven't used today, although I did mess up again. But I'm going to pick up and try again. " I reply, "Sorry, not Kevin. " She replies that she doesn't believe me. Oh well. As usual, a link and pictures are included.

Shaggy.

This girl just quoted me 200. She's delusional.

**BigD334** · 08-03-20 22:37

Any info about this gal?

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...r/499955323353

**ShaggyJax** · 08-03-20 16:50

While passing through Daytona recently, I contacted this one for a possible HH: http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema.../731736473154. She responds with $140. I reply that the price is a bit too steep for me, thanks anyway. She replies, "Kevin, I know this is you. I have to make money to eat right now so what else am I supposed to do? I also have to get my tires put on. I haven't used today, although I did mess up again. But I'm going to pick up and try again. " I reply, "Sorry, not Kevin. " She replies that she doesn't believe me. Oh well. As usual, a link and pictures are included.

Shaggy.

**Topherman** · 08-02-20 21:21

Originally Posted by JoshuaFalken [View Original Post]

My apologies as this encounter is dated by a couple weeks. Hopefully no earthshaking changes have occurred in the interim. Anyway, on the date in question I'd been aching for some oral relief all day; even driven to distraction fantasizing about providers on their knees under my home office desk during work meetings. Not a great headspace to be in from a productivity perspective. I'd initially thought about just wanking off between meetings, but no. I was determined to wait and seek out what I was really craving. So at the end of an agonizingly long work day which stretched well into the evening, I was finally able to text blast the SOS out into the providerverse. Of course it was the wee lass Melissa who had the perseverance to struggle all the way through a simple conversation, else this report would have a different title. And so perhaps an hour after first ping I was showered, preened, and picking up wee Melissa from her Nova Rd trailer park for a bit of car play.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/873493101297

http://archive.ph/Nrayv

She jumped in wearing a dark tank top and denim shorts, looking just like the pictures in her ad. Well, these pictures anyway. Some of the old pics she ran at the time were fairly dated (recall the 20-something hottie in white denim).

I immediately handed her a mask and donned my own (At this point I was still handing out disposable masks. I have since begun handing out the reusable fabric type, so if you visit a lass in a fuchsia mask, you're welcome). Melissa then voluntarily loaded up on the hand sanitizer in my cup holder, offering "safety first" in a whiskey voice I would not have attributed to someone of her diminutive stature.

We had some friendly conversation as she guided me to her favorite car date location a few minutes from her home. I told her I was only looking for some headache relief, to which she indicated that it all costs the same. Fair enough. As I parked, the lass surprised no one by asking for her donation up front, offering the standard explanation of being burned in the past. As this was our first meeting, I didn't begrudge her the same wariness I felt about her, and I had the advantage of reading her reviews while the lass didn't know me from Adam. I quickly computed the odds of getting dashed and decided this situation was a reasonably safe bet.

As I reached for my cash she politely informed me that she gets 50 for car dates. "That's funny," I thought, digging through some bills, "then you probably shouldn't advertise car dates for 40 on STG," (she has since updated her ad) but I wasn't going to haggle over 10 quid. I just promised myself I'd punitively mention the bate and switch in a public forum, so mission accomplished. I counted out 50 then paused.

"You swallow, right luv" I asked with a sidelong glace, holding tightly to the cash. "Absolutely" the lass responded with enthusiasm, convincing me that she really meant it. I smiled and handed it over. Then I get the, "well, depending on how much there is". Damn, she got me again.

Melissa then keeled upon the passenger seat, mischievously exclaiming "let me help you out". She unfastened her cute little denim shorts and pulled them to her knees, revealing sexy black lace panties beneath. As she descended upon Junior I asked if was correct in assuming that FIP was on the menu tonight and got a nod and a "MmmHmm" in reply (her mouth being full at the time). The sensations were great, and I love when a lass appreciates a good taco tickle, but after 10-or-so minutes of LEO scanning, I didn't feel any closer to climax. Out came the mobile phone whence I queued up my favorite Ashlynn Brooke video. That did the trick. A few minutes later and I was gushing, with most of it captured by Melissa; the rest I had to wipe from my lap using my spare mongering shirt. You know, the one you change into when your date's flat smells like an ashtray. Well, Melissa smelled perfect, which is to say she smelled like nothing, so the shirt was free to use for other purposes. Anyway, the balance of the date was the standard clean up, pleasant chat, drop off, and driving home.

I have no complaints about the lass now that her ad pics are current and I've castigated her for the overcharge. I mean, she did allow FIP and CIM. She certainly had good hygiene on the night in question, and was reasonably friendly. Also, the need for the video was more about the inauspicious location and less an indictment of her skills.

Anyway, I do plan to see the lass again. I have to know what that firm little tuchus looks like in doggy, though next time from a proper bedroom. Melissa was actually my plan B a few nights back, had Jordan decided to ghost me again. Thankfully, Jordan came through. But that, my friend, is another story.

Unrelated: Do I need to start adding those silly YMMV disclaimers again? As experienced adults, I thought we all understood this. Based on recent reporting and commentary, however, it seems like some of us don't.

Behind the old Sam's Club? Yep yep yep.

T-Man.

**Joshua Falken** · 08-02-20 14:28

My apologies as this encounter is dated by a couple weeks. Hopefully no earthshaking changes have occurred in the interim. Anyway, on the date in question I'd been aching for some oral relief all day; even driven to distraction fantasizing about providers on their knees under my home office desk during work meetings. Not a great headspace to be in from a productivity perspective. I'd initially thought about just wanking off between meetings, but no. I was determined to wait and seek out what I was really craving. So at the end of an agonizingly long work day which stretched well into the evening, I was finally able to text blast the SOS out into the providerverse. Of course it was the wee lass Melissa who had the perseverance to struggle all the way through a simple conversation, else this report would have a different title. And so perhaps an hour after first ping I was showered, preened, and picking up wee Melissa from her Nova Rd trailer park for a bit of car play.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/873493101297

http://archive.ph/Nrayv

She jumped in wearing a dark tank top and denim shorts, looking just like the pictures in her ad. Well, these pictures anyway. Some of the old pics she ran at the time were fairly dated (recall the 20-something hottie in white denim).

I immediately handed her a mask and donned my own (At this point I was still handing out disposable masks. I have since begun handing out the reusable fabric type, so if you visit a lass in a fuchsia mask, you're welcome). Melissa then voluntarily loaded up on the hand sanitizer in my cup holder, offering "safety first" in a whiskey voice I would not have attributed to someone of her diminutive stature.

We had some friendly conversation as she guided me to her favorite car date location a few minutes from her home. I told her I was only looking for some headache relief, to which she indicated that it all costs the same. Fair enough. As I parked, the lass surprised no one by asking for her donation up front, offering the standard explanation of being burned in the past. As this was our first meeting, I didn't begrudge her the same wariness I felt about her, and I had the advantage of reading her reviews while the lass didn't know me from Adam. I quickly computed the odds of getting dashed and decided this situation was a reasonably safe bet.

As I reached for my cash she politely informed me that she gets 50 for car dates. "That's funny," I thought, digging through some bills, "then you probably shouldn't advertise car dates for 40 on STG," (she has since updated her ad) but I wasn't going to haggle over 10 quid. I just promised myself I'd punitively mention the bate and switch in a public forum, so mission accomplished. I counted out 50 then paused.

"You swallow, right luv" I asked with a sidelong glace, holding tightly to the cash. "Absolutely" the lass responded with enthusiasm, convincing me that she really meant it. I smiled and handed it over. Then I get the, "well, depending on how much there is". Damn, she got me again.

Melissa then keeled upon the passenger seat, mischievously exclaiming "let me help you out". She unfastened her cute little denim shorts and pulled them to her knees, revealing sexy black lace panties beneath. As she descended upon Junior I asked if was correct in assuming that FIP was on the menu tonight and got a nod and a "MmmHmm" in reply (her mouth being full at the time). The sensations were great, and I love when a lass appreciates a good taco tickle, but after 10-or-so minutes of LEO scanning, I didn't feel any closer to climax. Out came the mobile phone whence I queued up my favorite Ashlynn Brooke video. That did the trick. A few minutes later and I was gushing, with most of it captured by Melissa; the rest I had to wipe from my lap using my spare mongering shirt. You know, the one you change into when your date's flat smells like an ashtray. Well, Melissa smelled perfect, which is to say she smelled like nothing, so the shirt was free to use for other purposes. Anyway, the balance of the date was the standard clean up, pleasant chat, drop off, and driving home.

I have no complaints about the lass now that her ad pics are current and I've castigated her for the overcharge. I mean, she did allow FIP and CIM. She certainly had good hygiene on the night in question, and was reasonably friendly. Also, the need for the video was more about the inauspicious location and less an indictment of her skills.

Anyway, I do plan to see the lass again. I have to know what that firm little tuchus looks like in doggy, though next time from a proper bedroom. Melissa was actually my plan B a few nights back, had Jordan decided to ghost me again. Thankfully, Jordan came through. But that, my friend, is another story.

Unrelated: Do I need to start adding those silly YMMV disclaimers again? As experienced adults, I thought we all understood this. Based on recent reporting and commentary, however, it seems like some of us don't.