Review by CDTRELOAR, September, 2016
I was really intrigued by her pictures on her back page ads, but I figured that since she was so hot and the pictures appeared to be professionally done, that she was just another b.s. agency ad. And her in call location seemed to be in L.A. , per her website in any case. So it took a cpl of months for me to just call and see what was up. Called, texted, and even filled out the contact form on her website. No answer or reply, figured it was b.s. all along. Then about a week later I get a text message from Ashley. She apologized for the delay and asked me if I'd still like to hook up. By now I'm totally convinced that I'm speaking with a booker at some agency, but I wasn't busy so I played along. After about an hour of text messing I've discovered that ( actually she has convinced me that) she is indeed the woman in the ad and on her website, that she really is independent, and that even though her website says she is based in L.A. , she has actually relocated to O.C. in the past cpl of months, and has yet to update her website. I take the plunge , and ask to set an appointment. She tells me to refer her website for pricing and sessions then to get back to her. I check out her rates on her sessions page and am a bit taken back by her rates. I'm not cheap, but I've kind of gotten used to the 2 to 300 hrly in call rates that I've been enjoying for the past few yrs.. She has a three hr. incall listed at $ 900, so I text the request to her, and ask for the soones appt. she can make. She reply that she'll be available within the next cpl of hrs., so we book for 9p.m. that evening. I ask for an address, and she reply that she needs a pic of me holding up 3 fingers first. Not something I'm really comfortable doing, but I did it & immediately got her address. The fact that her pics are so hot, and that whoever I've been texting with has a great sense of humor, seems to be highly intelligent, and has a very professional manner, has got me intrigued, but I've got that nagging suspicion that it's all too good to be real. I haven't yet even spoken to the woman, but I'm showered, shaved, and dressed to impress, driving the short distance to her place. I get to her complex, call her and am directed to park next to her S500. I pull into the space with a feeling of dread thinking that the S500 with the chrome rims, and bullet proof glass no doubt belongs to a pimp, and just as I'm getting in revers there is a light rapping on my doors window. I look up and immediately know that I had fucked up bigtime.....
