Indiscreet Escorts Locations

I have been shagging hookers for longer than I care to remember and never had any real issues until recently.

Booked a girl a few months back who was fantastic, one in a million.

A month or so later she's back in town so I called her and she texted me directions, appartment name, and told me to call when there.

Looking at the postcode in google earth indicated a group of modern appartments, basically it could be one of five since it was difficult to see their names in google.

Off I went parked the car and got to the location. called the girl and no answer! Since she had given me the appartment block name I wandered up the path looking for it. The first two didnt appear to be named and were a buz on the door entry system. Got to the third and asked the Concierge
"is this xxx house"
"what number" he snapped
my phone started ringing and it was the hooker.
I went outside to answer the call with the concierge watching me.
"Are you here baby"
"yes what number"
"baby are you outside"
"yes"
To be honest her English wasnt the best and I asked her to text me.
Five minutes later she phones again and puts me onto her friend who's English was not much better.
"Could you please text me the number"
"ok babe"

I walked towards my car wondering why this Romanian prostitute insisted on talking rather than a simple easy to understand text "room number22" etc.

Get to the car and light a cigarette, get another text "babe I come to you"
"ok"

Sometime later she appears and looks around at the cars for me. I wave and she comes over gets in and snogs me passionately, anybody passing would wonder why this young girl is snogging me but my penis had started doing the thinking for me.
I told her I didnt want to see that Concierge again and she replied we go to the garage.
It was a underground car park for the appartments she was staying in with about 250 car parking places, she told me which one to park in. We got out and headed for the lift, she was flirting with me.
She pressed button two in the lift but the doors opened at floor 0.
It was the fucking concierge! he had been watching on his cctv
"well its fairly obvious whats going on here"
"what room are you staying in?"
"I suggest you leave as your on cctv"

I walked out and went home.

To sum up, busy hotels are fine but an appartment block with about 250 rooms and a nosey concierge who buzzes the girls for you is a recipe for disaster.