On a spur-of-the-moment impulse on Sunday night, I ring the bell at Prosper on Main. Went there about 10 times before—it's a place I fondly remember for high-mileage babes.
Coco opens, a 30-something lady in a red outfit and heavy make-up. She's friendly enough, but chunky-looking. There's also something asymmetric about the placement of her eyes. Not her, I'm thinking.
"Who else is working tonight?" I ask. Coco informs me there're only two girls, herself and Angela.
I ask to see Angela—but dimly recall the recent lukewarm review of her: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=117083&highlight=Prosper Moreover, though Angela is slim and potentially cute, she shows me a depressingly morose face; perhaps she saw way too much traffic this weekend, compared to Coco? That would explain why it was Coco who welcomed me, with bubbly enthusiasm.
I'm on the verge of walking. But then, being a hopeless softie, I feel a sudden twinge of pity for Coco. She's possibly the least attractive SP I've ever seen. "Don't be so superficial!" I chide myself.
If Prosper hires this kind of homely chick, I'm thinking, it's probably because she's a firebrand who makes up in service what she lacks in looks. Highly-sexed fatties can have an exceptionally nice bounce.
And, in a perverse sense, her appearance even holds a certain fascination for me: shagging an ugly duckling, for a change, appeals to me as a special challenge to prove my sexual prowess to myself. And after all, I'm pretty charged up.
In a fit of near-insanity (or so it seems in retrospect), I decide to go with chunky Coco. She beams an enthusiastic "Yes" back when I ask, "Are you going to treat me nicely?" I'm also impressed by how readily she returns my 10 bucks in change when I hand her $.6 (the 45-min all-inclusive at Prosper is $.5).
When she comes into the room after my shower, we briefly hug. She tells me she's from Sichuan, has been in Canada for 3 years, and at Prosper for 3 months. Her English is so broken it seems easier for us to converse in Chinese.
Ominously, when I ask her to hop on the massage table for a cuddle, she first goes over to the wash basin and brings back a wad of Kleenex. "What are those for?" I ask but receive no answer.
We attempt a brief awkward cuddle before I take off her panties. On my request she hesitantly removes the rest of her clothes, to reveal a bulging midriff. I suspect by almost any pooner's standards, Coco stark-naked is not a pretty sight.
The best course of action, I figure, is to wake Tantalizer with my practiced hand while I get her to masturbate. She happily starts doing so, in a somewhat unusual way, not by rubbing her clit, but rather by pulling the labia of her shaven kitty open and shut with both hands. Fine with me—whatever method works for her.
But when I reach for that tantalizingly gaping hole, she immediately pushes my hand away: absolutely no touching the kitty, it turns out. I'd guess that also means no DATY. Not that I lust for DATY in Coco's case.
She allows me, however, to rub her starfish briefly with a finger. I ask, as I always do with SPs now, if she ever lets herself get fucked in the ass. Her quick reply clarifies that issue: "No. Never."
When Tantalizer is at full mast, I get Coco to roll on the condom—which she does, in a rough way, with her hands rather than her mouth. Next, when I try to place Tantalizer at her kitty's entrance, she insists on guiding me inside with her own hand. Immediately after, she carefully wipes the hand off with a Kleenex.
In MISH Coco won't let me lift her legs to achieve deeper penetration, because, she claims, it makes her legs hurt. And I'm perplexed when, barely two or three minutes after I start plowing her, she says, "You cum in my puzzy?" This couldn't be an absurdly premature attempt at rushing me?? Getting my investment's worth out of Coco, I realize, might be a tougher challenge than I thought.
Ignoring her comment I pull out, to change positions. I notice the outside of the condom feels greasy—she must have lubed up her pussy. I ask her to climb on top. Again, she insists on guiding Tantalizer inside and, again, wipes her hand on the Kleenex.
Then she just sits on me and lazily rocks back and forth. When I lift her into position for ACG, she chooses a bad angle and moves without energy. I cup her bum with my hands in an attempt to steer her, but there's resistance that makes her feel heavy, heavy. To make matters worse, there's nothing tight about her kitty; I can hardly feel it.
Tantalizer is perilously close to losing interest and wilting rapidly. I ask Coco to switch back to MISH. She does so, but not before jumping off the table to fetch more Kleenex.
By the time she lies in front of me again, with open legs, Tantalizer is in need of resuscitation. I succeed in getting him back to life. Putting on a new condom, I get her to insert Tantalizer again—after which, needless to say, she wipes her hand with Kleenex.
Feeling just a touch of anger now I launch into vigorous pounding. "You cum my puzzy soon, yes?" Coco pipes up yet again.
"Look," I say, "you're working for Prosper. This used to be a place for great service. I don't know why they hired you, but damn it, we have half an hour left."
"That's for massage," Coco responds.
"To hell with massage," I say. "I take 20 minutes to come, understand?"
I'm working up a sweat—not so much, I think, because of physical exertion, but because of the sheer power of will required to summon arousing fantasies into my imagination, in plain view of a woman I'm beginning to find repulsive. I go over to the sink to get myself some Kleenex, to avoid dripping on Coco. Actually there's no need: Coco's face is safely averted, distorted by a frown that makes her asymmetric features look witchlike, almost demonic.
To minimize arousal-sabotaging visuals I turn her over to DOGGIE—which too, initially, is badly angled, as if she doesn't want me to go in straight. I wonder, is her kitty perhaps feeling sore? I also notice this time she neglects to wipe her hand after guiding me in.
Lowering her into LAZY DOGGIE I jackhammer away for all it's worth. Better bring this pathetic farce to an early end, I'm thinking. And soon enough, mercifully, I feel the most unspectacular of ejaculations coming on, a blah moment—almost devoid of the usual, pleasurable feeling of orgasm.
"I came," I inform her. "You clean me, or should I do it myself?"
"I clean," she says. She first goes over to the washbasin to rinse her hands. Then she comes back and, with a Kleenex, simply pinches Tantalizer and rips the condom off, with no further cleaning.
We have about 15 min left. "Give me a massage," I say.
"I want to take shower first," she says and steps into the shower. When I try to go in too, just to test her, she predictably says, "No room. Just one person."
Then, with the shower door still open, Coco makes a demand I've never before heard any SP make. Pointing to the big pile of used Kleenex with the two used condoms in them, she says, "You take garbage outside with you." Wow, I'm thinking: how did Prosper end up with this diamond in the raw? But I comply and pack the garbage away in my pooner bag.
While I take my shower, she gets me a cup of cold water. I put on my briefs and lie face-down on the table. She turns up the lights, climbs on my back and starts a reasonably firm massage.
"So you like living in Canada?" I ask, in Chinese. "I do," she says.
"You like or don't like your job?"
"I like money, " she says. I ask what job she did before coming to Prosper, and she says she worked in a restaurant.
After 5 min of massage, I say "Enough." I get dressed quickly. Coco stands there watching, possibly expecting a tip. I tell her, "You know, Coco, I visit places like Prosper a lot. Let me just advise you, never rush a man. Otherwise he won't come back to visit you."
"So you want come back visit me?" Coco asks. I leave her question unanswered, say "Zaijian" and just leave, without any additional tip.
There's only one thing that makes my encounter with Coco memorable: it exemplifies sex in its rawest terms, reduced to pure instinctual release, without the slightest stirrings of emotional warmth or human connection.
The only question on my mind now is, how could Prosper go downhill so far, so fast?
L=4, A=4.5, S=4.5.
I must accept partial blame myself: I spontaneously stopped by Prosper, without first checking previous reviews of Coco here: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=112036&highlight=Prosper
Coco opens, a 30-something lady in a red outfit and heavy make-up. She's friendly enough, but chunky-looking. There's also something asymmetric about the placement of her eyes. Not her, I'm thinking.
"Who else is working tonight?" I ask. Coco informs me there're only two girls, herself and Angela.
I ask to see Angela—but dimly recall the recent lukewarm review of her: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=117083&highlight=Prosper Moreover, though Angela is slim and potentially cute, she shows me a depressingly morose face; perhaps she saw way too much traffic this weekend, compared to Coco? That would explain why it was Coco who welcomed me, with bubbly enthusiasm.
I'm on the verge of walking. But then, being a hopeless softie, I feel a sudden twinge of pity for Coco. She's possibly the least attractive SP I've ever seen. "Don't be so superficial!" I chide myself.
If Prosper hires this kind of homely chick, I'm thinking, it's probably because she's a firebrand who makes up in service what she lacks in looks. Highly-sexed fatties can have an exceptionally nice bounce.
And, in a perverse sense, her appearance even holds a certain fascination for me: shagging an ugly duckling, for a change, appeals to me as a special challenge to prove my sexual prowess to myself. And after all, I'm pretty charged up.
In a fit of near-insanity (or so it seems in retrospect), I decide to go with chunky Coco. She beams an enthusiastic "Yes" back when I ask, "Are you going to treat me nicely?" I'm also impressed by how readily she returns my 10 bucks in change when I hand her $.6 (the 45-min all-inclusive at Prosper is $.5).
When she comes into the room after my shower, we briefly hug. She tells me she's from Sichuan, has been in Canada for 3 years, and at Prosper for 3 months. Her English is so broken it seems easier for us to converse in Chinese.
Ominously, when I ask her to hop on the massage table for a cuddle, she first goes over to the wash basin and brings back a wad of Kleenex. "What are those for?" I ask but receive no answer.
We attempt a brief awkward cuddle before I take off her panties. On my request she hesitantly removes the rest of her clothes, to reveal a bulging midriff. I suspect by almost any pooner's standards, Coco stark-naked is not a pretty sight.
The best course of action, I figure, is to wake Tantalizer with my practiced hand while I get her to masturbate. She happily starts doing so, in a somewhat unusual way, not by rubbing her clit, but rather by pulling the labia of her shaven kitty open and shut with both hands. Fine with me—whatever method works for her.
But when I reach for that tantalizingly gaping hole, she immediately pushes my hand away: absolutely no touching the kitty, it turns out. I'd guess that also means no DATY. Not that I lust for DATY in Coco's case.
She allows me, however, to rub her starfish briefly with a finger. I ask, as I always do with SPs now, if she ever lets herself get fucked in the ass. Her quick reply clarifies that issue: "No. Never."
When Tantalizer is at full mast, I get Coco to roll on the condom—which she does, in a rough way, with her hands rather than her mouth. Next, when I try to place Tantalizer at her kitty's entrance, she insists on guiding me inside with her own hand. Immediately after, she carefully wipes the hand off with a Kleenex.
In MISH Coco won't let me lift her legs to achieve deeper penetration, because, she claims, it makes her legs hurt. And I'm perplexed when, barely two or three minutes after I start plowing her, she says, "You cum in my puzzy?" This couldn't be an absurdly premature attempt at rushing me?? Getting my investment's worth out of Coco, I realize, might be a tougher challenge than I thought.
Ignoring her comment I pull out, to change positions. I notice the outside of the condom feels greasy—she must have lubed up her pussy. I ask her to climb on top. Again, she insists on guiding Tantalizer inside and, again, wipes her hand on the Kleenex.
Then she just sits on me and lazily rocks back and forth. When I lift her into position for ACG, she chooses a bad angle and moves without energy. I cup her bum with my hands in an attempt to steer her, but there's resistance that makes her feel heavy, heavy. To make matters worse, there's nothing tight about her kitty; I can hardly feel it.
Tantalizer is perilously close to losing interest and wilting rapidly. I ask Coco to switch back to MISH. She does so, but not before jumping off the table to fetch more Kleenex.
By the time she lies in front of me again, with open legs, Tantalizer is in need of resuscitation. I succeed in getting him back to life. Putting on a new condom, I get her to insert Tantalizer again—after which, needless to say, she wipes her hand with Kleenex.
Feeling just a touch of anger now I launch into vigorous pounding. "You cum my puzzy soon, yes?" Coco pipes up yet again.
"Look," I say, "you're working for Prosper. This used to be a place for great service. I don't know why they hired you, but damn it, we have half an hour left."
"That's for massage," Coco responds.
"To hell with massage," I say. "I take 20 minutes to come, understand?"
I'm working up a sweat—not so much, I think, because of physical exertion, but because of the sheer power of will required to summon arousing fantasies into my imagination, in plain view of a woman I'm beginning to find repulsive. I go over to the sink to get myself some Kleenex, to avoid dripping on Coco. Actually there's no need: Coco's face is safely averted, distorted by a frown that makes her asymmetric features look witchlike, almost demonic.
To minimize arousal-sabotaging visuals I turn her over to DOGGIE—which too, initially, is badly angled, as if she doesn't want me to go in straight. I wonder, is her kitty perhaps feeling sore? I also notice this time she neglects to wipe her hand after guiding me in.
Lowering her into LAZY DOGGIE I jackhammer away for all it's worth. Better bring this pathetic farce to an early end, I'm thinking. And soon enough, mercifully, I feel the most unspectacular of ejaculations coming on, a blah moment—almost devoid of the usual, pleasurable feeling of orgasm.
"I came," I inform her. "You clean me, or should I do it myself?"
"I clean," she says. She first goes over to the washbasin to rinse her hands. Then she comes back and, with a Kleenex, simply pinches Tantalizer and rips the condom off, with no further cleaning.
We have about 15 min left. "Give me a massage," I say.
"I want to take shower first," she says and steps into the shower. When I try to go in too, just to test her, she predictably says, "No room. Just one person."
Then, with the shower door still open, Coco makes a demand I've never before heard any SP make. Pointing to the big pile of used Kleenex with the two used condoms in them, she says, "You take garbage outside with you." Wow, I'm thinking: how did Prosper end up with this diamond in the raw? But I comply and pack the garbage away in my pooner bag.
While I take my shower, she gets me a cup of cold water. I put on my briefs and lie face-down on the table. She turns up the lights, climbs on my back and starts a reasonably firm massage.
"So you like living in Canada?" I ask, in Chinese. "I do," she says.
"You like or don't like your job?"
"I like money, " she says. I ask what job she did before coming to Prosper, and she says she worked in a restaurant.
After 5 min of massage, I say "Enough." I get dressed quickly. Coco stands there watching, possibly expecting a tip. I tell her, "You know, Coco, I visit places like Prosper a lot. Let me just advise you, never rush a man. Otherwise he won't come back to visit you."
"So you want come back visit me?" Coco asks. I leave her question unanswered, say "Zaijian" and just leave, without any additional tip.
There's only one thing that makes my encounter with Coco memorable: it exemplifies sex in its rawest terms, reduced to pure instinctual release, without the slightest stirrings of emotional warmth or human connection.
The only question on my mind now is, how could Prosper go downhill so far, so fast?
L=4, A=4.5, S=4.5.
I must accept partial blame myself: I spontaneously stopped by Prosper, without first checking previous reviews of Coco here: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=112036&highlight=Prosper