I wanted some relief and my attempts to set up a session with someone else in the area didn't work out. I rolled the dice and contacted Chelsea, or, more precisely, her manager/scheduler. Two calls led to a decent mid-range motel not far from a major highway interchange. I got the room number and went upstairs. I knew the gal answering the door wouldn't be the one in the photos, but she turned out to be a reasonably attractive 30-something dressed in babydoll lingerie and sandals. Non-VIP's, it was so-so - not the best but not the worst. However, I'm not inclined to do this again. VIPs read on...