The Orange City QV Car Date, featuring Britany
It's a lazy Sunday night in the Aviary, and you know what that means. But fear not lads; if you find long, detailed prose tiresome, now you can simply skip to the bottom of this post. Somewhere down there you will find the word "Summary:" in bold font whence you can expeditiously read the CliffsNotes on my date with the wee lass Britany.
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Part 1: Recovery Mode.
Tonight we find our hero sitting in a Deltona motel parking lot, dutifully being ghosted by Deltona Starr. He is trying to salvage the evening by crosschecking his Short List against providers actively posting on STG.
Layla and Sierra are both hosting in Lake Mary, which our hero notes is less than fifteen minutes away at this point. He's seen Sierra, but his list still includes Layla and a threesome with both. He is packing two hundred quid; ample for standard visits but probably little better than a qv with the dynamic duo. So he pings Layla directly to inquire as to her availability. Next on his list, in no particular order, is a lass he's dubbed "Orange City QV Car Date," since the ad hadn't provided a name. He pulls up her archived ad, nods with approval, and fires off the text. When he does he notes past communication in the text chain. They'd apparently agreed to an 80 quid car date months ago, but the timing hadn't worked out.
He's already moved on to the next entry on the Short List when a satisfying chime comes in. He pulls up the message and frowns. Orange City QV is game to play right enough, it's the 100 quid request he isn't thrilled with. [I]Oh well, nothing for it now[/I] our hero grouses. He knows 100 quid is high for a car date, but he refuses to bollocks up what may be his only opportunity of the evening over a scant 20 quid. A few more texts and anon the date is set; our hero has agreed to scoop up the lass at a bar in Orange City twenty minutes hence.
Our hero smiles, deposits the burner upon the passenger seat and puts the car in gear. Then he pauses, considers for a moment, and slides the gear shifter back into park. He picks up the burner once more and messages Starr with some career advice, albeit with a drop of acid behind his words: "Yeah, that's actually the third time you've ghosted me, LOL. I am a very good client and you've already missed out on 360 roses so far. You may want to revisit your business model, LOL." Feeling the universe back in balance once more, our hero slips his car back into gear and glides out of the parking lot and into the night.
Part 2: An Inauspicious Beginning.
Our hero cruises down I-95 toward the OC exit when his vehicle's ICE system reports the arrival of another message. "Jarvis, read message" our hero commands, affirming once again his geek status. The message was from his date, asking him to delay his arrival. "Here we go" our hero thinks. Just then another text comes in. This one is from Layla, who indicates that she would be happy to host our hero. Mongers are constantly faced with these conundrums, but our hero mongers by a specific code that he will not violate: Only one confirmed date at a time, and the current date will be afforded all reasonable opportunities to succeed. This is the way.
So it was onward to a holding point; a RaceTrack petrol station in this case. Our hero grabs a drink and kills time on his mobile as updates of further delays continue to pour in from his date. Eventually she redirects him to another petrol station; one which sells her favorite candy (the sugary kind) and is quite near the scooping point. So our hero dutifully relocates and procures the candy, testing the limits of his mongering code. He's been instructed to wait here as apparently the lass now desires to walk to him. And so an hour and a quarter after first contact, Orange City QV Car Date ambles into view in full arctic regalia, opens his door, and slides into the passengers seat.
Part 3: The Main Event.
The lass appears to be in her thirties with russet hair and a friendly demeanor. Not much is discernable beyond this. Given the lighting and her seated position, our hero can't even gauge her height or eye color with any precision. But no matter, the pair pull out of the parking lot and begin their search for an unobtrusive place to park. As they drive, the lass declares herself to be Britany with one "t", so our hero offers up his own alias in response. She is amiable, and our hero quickly decides that he enjoys her company.
Soon they are pulling into a dark apartment complex and our hero points out several good parking locations, but the lass rejects each in turn. Okay, the lass is friendly and fun to be around, but she's proving to be exceptionally skittish. So the pair relocate to a large shopping center parking lot at her behest and tuck themselves in amongst the cars. This seems riskier than the apartment complex to our hero, but if it mollifies his date, so be it.
So they jump into the back seat where our hero drops trou. The lass brings him to attention with a mediocre BBBJ and without lingering, proceeds to roll on the cover. She then drops her sweatpants just enough to ride him in reverse. It was enjoyable enough, watching her caboose bobbing up and down as pleasure began to build. Unfortunately the lass would bring this to a screeching halt every few seconds as she nervously watched a patron walking in the distance, a car meandering out of the parking lot, or to profess her concern that our hero's car was rocking too much.
Now both of their frustration levels are rising. Hers because he isn't climaxing, and his because of her skittish performance. A few minutes hence and the lass needs a break, plunking herself down onto the seat next to him. Our hero senses no good can come from a second attempt, so he suggests a handy finish. The handy turned out to be the best part of the encounter, with Britany bringing him to climax a few minutes later. Finally the deed was done, and the relief felt by each was palpable.
The pair drive back to the petrol station while continuing their amicable conversation from earlier. They soon park, and with a final exhortation to hit her up sometime, the wee lass Britany alighted and scurried away into the night. Our hero takes a few minutes to scour his vehicle for signs of another passenger. With all evidence collected, especially the fun bag, he takes advantage of the rubbish bins next to the pumps to erase any hint of his illicit behavior.
[B]Summary:[/B] OC Britany, who never has an incall, was responsive when setting up the car date. A hundred quid was requested and though I deemed this high for a car date, it was provided without negotiation. The lass kept me waiting before the scoop, which did eventually occur. I enjoyed her company but found her carnal performance sub-par, mostly due to skittishness. If I saw her again it would probably be to share a craft beer and bs about life. Or maybe just to do a back seat handy at a substantially reduced rate. Your mileage will vary.
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