Miss F the Not So Hot Very Cheap London Prostitute

Last night at around 7.30pm I was wandering the mean streets of Kilburn in North West London looking for some action. I wasn’t really. The new postman had wrongly delivered a letter to the building where I live which was for a block of flats further along the road and being a good guy off I went to deliver it.

My good deed was done and I was feeling pleased that the letter which had been sent all the way from Australia had eventually found it’s way to it’s destination in Kilburn. In defence of the postman their handwriting was atrocious, but you expect that from former convicts! And in case you are wondering how I knew the letter came from Australia, the return address on the back of the envelope was a dead give away!

Anyway as I walked along the pathway, a woman walking along the pavement greeted me with a smile and a ‘good evening’. Being a nice guy, with manners I of course said, you guessed it ‘good evening’. The dark skinned lady whom I will refer to as Miss F was going my way, she struck up a conversation. Where are you going, where do you live, who do you live with she asked, WTF!

Miss F wanted to come home with me, WTF! She thought I might be looking for some fun. I have plenty of fun back at home, thank you very much. Miss F then offers her services, a blow job and a fuck for £10, WTF! Or just a blow job for a fiver, WTF! I was amazed that woman would be prepared to sell themselves for so little. I don’t know if she wanted to buy drugs, booze, food, or wtf the money was for. I doubt if it was for food because there are plenty of charities offering meals and even food for free…

Miss F then asks me if I’m really sure I don’t want to take her home, I’M SURE. I said my wife was at home, that doesn’t matter we can find some place outside she said. I told her that I was broke and that worked like dream! I ended up giving her about a 0.50p in loose change, which she said she would use to buy some plastic bin liners. Was she selling her body for money to buy bin liners? I hope not!

Miss F asked me if she looked okay, I said she looked good, I lied! She was the wrong side of forty, she looked a bit on the rough side and those missing front teeth didn’t help matters. She thanked me for my kind words, I think she had received a lot of knock backs that evening. Once again she asked if I was sure I didn’t want some fun, she promised me an amazing blow job and…the rest!

I parted from Miss F when she crossed the road to talk to a Jamaican guy sitting on a wall drinking a can of cheap lager. About 30 minutes later when I was in the local corner shop Miss F was buying black bin liners. It’s a strange world sometimes…

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