DH Dreamin' - Senorita Wendy
Amigos,
It's been a long time since I've been here and a lot has changed. I was saddened to hear that CDM had been busted and soon felt elation to learn it has reopened. I had to do some serious searching and found the new number and gave it a text, received slow cautious responses and it wasn't until I called that I was able to crack the code and got the magical invitation text. No shit, I felt like a latino Charlie who just found the golden ticket to Willy Wanka's Chocolate Factory. I head over and HOLY SHIT is this place far. I get there and park a few blocks away to be respectful as I'm sure they don't want tons of traffic like before. I show up to the address and am shocked that its a closed business with a shuttered door front. I'm not from here and don't do cold very well. I am conflicted by my flight response telling me I'm going to freeze to death and my need to experience this heavenly oasis of debauchery. I check and recheck my texts and location a dozen times to ensure I'm in the right spot. If it were'nt for this dumb ass monger pulling up to the exact address trying to figure it out as well, I may have thought I was in the wrong spot and given up. That fucker just waited in the warm comfort of his car while my ass was on the verge of turning into a white-walker.
I eventually pull myself together and reread the entire text and realize this was a scavenger hunt. Needless to say I soon figured it out. I get to the door and do the secret knock (just kidding but its probably just a matter of time). The door opens and I'm relieved. Not so fast, things have changed, since it was my first time at this new place with a new number and new door crew they gave me a hell of a hard time. It felt like in inquisition. It didn't matter that I could talk about Valentina and the old place, that didn't mean anything to them. Who are you, what's your name, who is your daddy and what does he do. Maybe not all true but you get the point, I was grilled for what felt like 5 min, mind you I'm a clean cut professional guy so that may have worked against me. He even took a picture of my texts with them. Anyhow, well worth the hassle as he eventually tells me I can head upstairs. Right after this ordeal the dumb fuck from the car came knocking. I hope they strip searched the dumb ass (I think I just dislike him because my ass was cold).
I head upstairs and am greeted by some friendly dudes who I square up with. I first see who may be either Jinkee or Marylyn, alright but nothing to crazy in the looks compared to the talent I remember (Paula, Wendy, Paulina, etc.). Another door is closed and then I see wendy to my relief. I jump over some dude's legs on the couch and sprint right over to her as she smiles at me mischievously. I follow her into her room and provide a ticket. She was as good as I remember and took great care of me. I'm a non-GFE type guy, especially at a "fast house" so YMMV if you're looking for an extended menu. CBG and one or two positions and I seizure to my explosive dream ending. I am handed a wipe, I clean, we chat for a few minutes, I kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye. On the way out I see a beautiful MILF looking blonde and ask her name and she tells me "Isabella. " I may have to drive a forty minute tunnel to the white light to see this dream with her. Or Angie now that I see the latest add.
Donation:. 4.
Tip: . 05.
Looks: 9 (I'd say 10 but some of the small scars on her back had me a little concerned. Not sure if they were from the lipo or something else.) Fairly minor.
Service: 9-10 service with a smile as always.
Side note: I have Carolinas number from a past trip here and I tried to call it. I was met on the call by a stern voice who also interrogated me. He asked me who gave it to me and I told him, then he asked for a last name, the kind monger who gave it to me in the past never gave me his last name, nor should have he. Then he asked me his number and again I said I didn't have it on me and he responded "text me his number. " So I guess I won't be visiting Carolinas without help from a sponsor. If anyone is kind enough to help I'd greatly appreciate it. In return I'd be happy to return the favor in DC or Baltimore.
Pleasant Dreams,
Vance.