Escort Reports

[SushiBoy3857]

Does anyone remember this chick? I swear she used to stay in a run down motel just south of Belaire plaza. I want to say her name was Tracy or Tiger, she was a big Trump supporter and she posted a picture of herself on a big turtle in someones yard. One of the hottest looking girls I ever dreamed of and had a rock hard body just like pics in this new ad. If it is her she sure raised her prices. https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/008354454777..

[Mongerlicious]

Its been a while and I almost forgot about her but I did see her twice for car dates. Very reasonable and she was punctual both times. Not much else I can say except she did not seem all that into it. I mean I get it. Its a car date but some girls seem to actually enjoy it even in a car. Brooke, Stella LOL but for the price sometimes it just doesn't matter.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...d/676690019411

She texted me today. Just got back from a 6 month vacation. I am not sure if she will post or not but I have digits if anyone is interested.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...d/676690019411

[SocratesRvng]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/184831244889

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/643379711141

I think this is the same girl and I have an exact address from my hard work LOL but if anyone has any info on her before I go TOFTT please let me know. You can post or PM.

I've been seeing her for the better part of 2 years. She has never once did me wrong. She has been spot hopping since I've known her through sketchy spots but she has always been my go to when all else fails because she is so reliable and pleasant. We sometimes shoot the shit more than we do stuff.

I reported on her a while back. I met her while she was walking near the north stroll on Ridgewood and we hooked up for a quick cardate. Since then, she gives me everything I could ask for with no qualms and special pricing. Anyone who visits her is going to have a hard time NOT having a good time but as always YMMV.

P.S. Those who are weary of girls on the rough stuff, she does use and has gotten rough into it a few times but is doing her best to kick it. Even when she was in the thick of it, I had a good time without worry of her trying to set me up.

Enjoy fellas!

[Sunny1966]

I'd seen the lass several times before that fateful night. The first was a disaster, and it took a full eight months for those smoking hot pictures on STG bring me back to her. But I was glad I did. Several enjoyable dates ensued, and I began to believe she'd somehow matured, becoming more pleasant, communicative, and even accommodating, in her own way.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...n/009754394876

http://archive.ph/lQPsx

The time before last was especially enjoyable. She had vectored me in to her friend's place which was, coincidentally, immediately across the landing from the flat she'd occupied a year ago on Oleander. As during the previous two visits, Kate was all smiles and pleasant conversation, though I knew better than to doddle. My dates with Kate had never been rushed precisely, at least not the recent ones, but she had always been a down-to-business lass. So I began to disrobe a few minutes in, and things went well from that point forward.

No beds occupy those tiny flats, so couch play was the order of the day. I sat back to watch her doff her own clothing, admiring her lithe and shapely body, her sexy tattoos, and her soft flawless skin. She brought me to full attention with a quality albeit abbreviated BBBJ before rolling on the cover and mounting up cowgirl-style. This was the piece de resistance of the evening, as I was able to simultaneously caress and admire that stunning figure while the wee lass rocked me toward climax. But Kate, like most providers, lacks the stamina to go the distance in cowgirl, and she soon beckoned the switch to mish. This was fine too, and I was soon inhaling the perfume wafting from her neck as I stroked us through the finish line. The entire encounter lasted perhaps twenty minutes, though I still deposited her "regulars" hhr rate of a hundred quid upon the coffee table before taking my leave. I could perhaps be forgiven, therefore, for at least entertaining the notion that Kate had successfully exorcised a few of her demons, couldn't I?

But her performance last week served as a stark reminder just how powerless most of us are to our addictions (and I'm not just talking about providers).

Last week's date started like any other. I texted, she replied, a play time was established, go team! I showered, shaved, quaffed, and drove the half-hour to her hotel on North Atlantic. I texted that I'd arrived and she bade me enter without knocking. That gave me a moment's pause, but I figured this was for the benefit of her nosey neighbors and not part of some setup. I entered and quickly took in my surrounds. Single room with two beds, a pocket-sized bathroom (empty as evidenced by it's open door and the large mirror providing an unobstructed view of the shower and space behind the door), cheap vinyl flooring, and ancient plaster walls in a bilious shade of turquoise.

Kate stood at the opposite end of the room, deep into her texting app. I offered her a warm greeting as I closed and deadbolted the door. She offered me a distracted "hey" as she furiously typed out a long text. I passed the next five minutes playing with her tiny black dog "Daisy" while she continued her texting. I thought about placing my donation on the dresser to remind Kate that a gentleman client was standing in the room, but I immediately thought better of it. She wouldn't have noticed anyway and it would only complicate my escape should the date continue on it's current trajectory. She did look sexy; her tight V-neck and leggings showing off her figure beautifully (and I believe she knows it, almost always wearing leggings as she does). I really didn't want this date to go south!

After a few more minutes of sketchy mumbling and flying thumbs on her part, I began to suspect the wee lass may not be entirely coherent. Then she abruptly threw her phone aside, stating "I don't need to be on that thing" to no one in particular, and disappeared into the bathroom, swinging the door nearly closed. When she finally alighted she walked over to her tv remote and began flipping through channels

This was clearly the crazy Kate that stole my money. Be glad you didn't offer that up or you might of ended up with blue balls for the night. Robin is sweet and all but clearly needs a bit more food cross her lips, She is grossly skinny!

[RoadWarrior2K]

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...n/009754394876

http://archive.ph/lQPsx


"I can't deal with this" she snarled, jumping up and returning to her phone. This was followed by some incoherent mumbling that I had wasted her time. Now that was offensive. I had just spent the last hour and a half prepping for this date and driving myself to her, while she'd clearly spent little or no time preparing for my arrival.

I stood up and slipped my feet back into my shoes, not bothering to lace them. "You have yourself a good night sweetheart" I managed (though I had the advantage of being chemical-free), and strode out into the night.

Twenty minutes later I was in Robin's bed (a true sweetheart), and an hour later, Kate's donation was sitting on Robin's dresser. But that's another story. Kate, I respectfully suggest you take a serious look at your business model.

So there it is, Fun Kate 3, A-hole Kate 2. Incidentally there won't be a visit number six for this bloke for a hellalong while, if ever. Well, maybe if a sincere apology were to materialize in my inbox. But to be sincere, the lass would need to grasp her own behavior contributing to the whole cockup, which I don't think she was in any condition to do.

So roll the dice as you will my brothers. Fun Kate was a great time and worth the coin. Just heed the cautionary tale above and have plan B lined up for when you meet A-hole Kate.

Unrelated: Do you think t-shirts that said "Cautionary Tail" would sell? Maybe add a silhouette of a she-devil to drive the point home?

Splendid review.

[Stardust1954]

I know fist hand she has moved out of the area. I don't believe she will be back in the area anytime soon.

[Jmoedb]

When I visited her she first was so scared I asked what was wrong and she said "you guys of color (won't say specifics haha) only want big butts and disgusting blowjobs" I said maybe jokingly and her eyes went wide lmao I told her I'm here for HER and would love to see how her rollercoaster was. We get started and she's now got a fully erect member in her hands and says angrily "your going to hurt me with this thing" and asked to finish with a HJ. This was our first encounter and it was her already high donation so I declined and asked to go K9. She did and seized up as I approached for landing saying ow before anything was done LOL I took my losses after she kept playing like that. She's a nice girl with a nice soft body but she's bat shit crazy. First and last time.

[NewAgain]

After several Racetime strikeouts I reached out and was able to hook up with sunshine. Previous reports are spot on very soft and nice breasts laughs a lot accommodating but just not fully GFA she does enjoy playing with her self while she does the activities I opted for just a little foreplay and and bbj cim is not an option. Nice enough girl but probably will not repeat just didn't fully click. http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...s/159097010081.

[NewAgain]

No I've reached out a couple times with no response I see that her roommate is posting but no Robin.

Anyone heard from Robin lately? I haven't seen her ad up recently. JD.

[JaxDog]

Anyone heard from Robin lately? I haven't seen her ad up recently. JD.

[PcPinoy75]

I'd seen the lass several times before that fateful night. The first was a disaster, and it took a full eight months for those smoking hot pictures on STG bring me back to her. But I was glad I did. Several enjoyable dates ensued, and I began to believe she'd somehow matured, becoming more pleasant, communicative, and even accommodating, in her own way.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...n/009754394876

http://archive.ph/lQPsx

The time before last was especially enjoyable. She had vectored me in to her friend's place which was, coincidentally, immediately across the landing from the flat she'd occupied a year ago on Oleander. As during the previous two visits, Kate was all smiles and pleasant conversation, though I knew better than to doddle. My dates with Kate had never been rushed precisely, at least not the recent ones, but she had always been a down-to-business lass. So I began to disrobe a few minutes in, and things went well from that point forward.

No beds occupy those tiny flats, so couch play was the order of the day. I sat back to watch her doff her own clothing, admiring her lithe and shapely body, her sexy tattoos, and her soft flawless skin. She brought me to full attention with a quality albeit abbreviated BBBJ before rolling on the cover and mounting up cowgirl-style. This was the piece de resistance of the evening, as I was able to simultaneously caress and admire that stunning figure while the wee lass rocked me toward climax. But Kate, like most providers, lacks the stamina to go the distance in cowgirl, and she soon beckoned the switch to mish. This was fine too, and I was soon inhaling the perfume wafting from her neck as I stroked us through the finish line..

Seems as though there's no more couch either.

[PcPinoy75]

They might be waiting for the race fans to leave so they can afford a room again. The notel rooms in Ormond are 250 a night. If they can do outcall, they'll do well.

I actually thought it would be more availability with the surge of visitors. That's what I get for thinking with my big head.

[Lost Laddie]

I'd seen the lass several times before that fateful night. The first was a disaster, and it took a full eight months for those smoking hot pictures on STG bring me back to her. But I was glad I did. Several enjoyable dates ensued, and I began to believe she'd somehow matured, becoming more pleasant, communicative, and even accommodating, in her own way.

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...n/009754394876

http://archive.ph/lQPsx

The time before last was especially enjoyable. She had vectored me in to her friend's place which was, coincidentally, immediately across the landing from the flat she'd occupied a year ago on Oleander. As during the previous two visits, Kate was all smiles and pleasant conversation, though I knew better than to doddle. My dates with Kate had never been rushed precisely, at least not the recent ones, but she had always been a down-to-business lass. So I began to disrobe a few minutes in, and things went well from that point forward.

No beds occupy those tiny flats, so couch play was the order of the day. I sat back to watch her doff her own clothing, admiring her lithe and shapely body, her sexy tattoos, and her soft flawless skin. She brought me to full attention with a quality albeit abbreviated BBBJ before rolling on the cover and mounting up cowgirl-style. This was the piece de resistance of the evening, as I was able to simultaneously caress and admire that stunning figure while the wee lass rocked me toward climax. But Kate, like most providers, lacks the stamina to go the distance in cowgirl, and she soon beckoned the switch to mish. This was fine too, and I was soon inhaling the perfume wafting from her neck as I stroked us through the finish line. The entire encounter lasted perhaps twenty minutes, though I still deposited her "regulars" hhr rate of a hundred quid upon the coffee table before taking my leave. I could perhaps be forgiven, therefore, for at least entertaining the notion that Kate had successfully exorcised a few of her demons, couldn't I?

But her performance last week served as a stark reminder just how powerless most of us are to our addictions (and I'm not just talking about providers).

Last week's date started like any other. I texted, she replied, a play time was established, go team! I showered, shaved, quaffed, and drove the half-hour to her hotel on North Atlantic. I texted that I'd arrived and she bade me enter without knocking. That gave me a moment's pause, but I figured this was for the benefit of her nosey neighbors and not part of some setup. I entered and quickly took in my surrounds. Single room with two beds, a pocket-sized bathroom (empty as evidenced by it's open door and the large mirror providing an unobstructed view of the shower and space behind the door), cheap vinyl flooring, and ancient plaster walls in a bilious shade of turquoise.

Kate stood at the opposite end of the room, deep into her texting app. I offered her a warm greeting as I closed and deadbolted the door. She offered me a distracted "hey" as she furiously typed out a long text. I passed the next five minutes playing with her tiny black dog "Daisy" while she continued her texting. I thought about placing my donation on the dresser to remind Kate that a gentleman client was standing in the room, but I immediately thought better of it. She wouldn't have noticed anyway and it would only complicate my escape should the date continue on it's current trajectory. She did look sexy; her tight V-neck and leggings showing off her figure beautifully (and I believe she knows it, almost always wearing leggings as she does). I really didn't want this date to go south!

After a few more minutes of sketchy mumbling and flying thumbs on her part, I began to suspect the wee lass may not be entirely coherent. Then she abruptly threw her phone aside, stating "I don't need to be on that thing" to no one in particular, and disappeared into the bathroom, swinging the door nearly closed. When she finally alighted she walked over to her tv remote and began flipping through channels.

"Would you mind if we just turned the telly off?" I asked politely. "It's a bit distracting".

"Ummm, yes I mind" she said belligerently. "I want it on for background".

She selected some infomercial channel selling the "Easy Egg", then puttered about for a few more moments.

"And that's what you want for ambiance" I said good-humouredly. "Easy Egg"?

"Fine!" she barked, huffing audibly while grabbing the remote and changing the channel to something equally random.

"I didn't mean to upset you" I began to say, but she cut me off.

"You just" she said, stopping herself before saying something truly offensive. "Are we doing this?" she snarled, pulling her pants halfway down and plopping onto the foot of the bed I was now occupying, still clothed save for my shoes.

"I mean, not if you're pissed off" I responded, getting properly aggravated by her rude behavior myself.

"I can't deal with this" she snarled, jumping up and returning to her phone. This was followed by some incoherent mumbling that I had wasted her time. Now that was offensive. I had just spent the last hour and a half prepping for this date and driving myself to her, while she'd clearly spent little or no time preparing for my arrival.

I stood up and slipped my feet back into my shoes, not bothering to lace them. "You have yourself a good night sweetheart" I managed (though I had the advantage of being chemical-free), and strode out into the night.

Twenty minutes later I was in Robin's bed (a true sweetheart), and an hour later, Kate's donation was sitting on Robin's dresser. But that's another story. Kate, I respectfully suggest you take a serious look at your business model.

So there it is, Fun Kate 3, A-hole Kate 2. Incidentally there won't be a visit number six for this bloke for a hellalong while, if ever. Well, maybe if a sincere apology were to materialize in my inbox. But to be sincere, the lass would need to grasp her own behavior contributing to the whole cockup, which I don't think she was in any condition to do.

So roll the dice as you will my brothers. Fun Kate was a great time and worth the coin. Just heed the cautionary tale above and have plan B lined up for when you meet A-hole Kate.

Unrelated: Do you think t-shirts that said "Cautionary Tail" would sell? Maybe add a silhouette of a she-devil to drive the point home?

[RoadWarrior2K]

If I'm not mistaken, the Daytona 500 is currently in play in the local area. That means that there are tens of thousands of visitors in Daytona this week. The providers may all be busy.

Shaggy.

They might be waiting for the race fans to leave so they can afford a room again. The notel rooms in Ormond are 250 a night. If they can do outcall, they'll do well.

[ShaggyJax]

Texted 8 providers today. No responses. Maybe because it was early afternoon.

If I'm not mistaken, the Daytona 500 is currently in play in the local area. That means that there are tens of thousands of visitors in Daytona this week. The providers may all be busy.

Shaggy.