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If this keeps up I am going to have to change my mind about The Boardroom. A few months ago I wouldn't have given this place the time of day.
But it seems circumstances conspire to keep sending me here.
Last time I met Bella; and the only reason that happened was due to me being stranded in South Melbourne on a Tuesday morning with time to kill.
The same thing happened today. I was in South Melbourne at 5.00pm, and I had to meet someone at 6.30pm. No point in going home first. That gave me 90 minutes to kill.
Well, what's a man supposed to do?
Go to The Boardroom I suppose.

I'm not a fan of the lounge room concept of introduction. So I declined the offer to study the tropical fish whilst sitting around with a bunch of tyre-kickers huddled together leering at Working Girls they have no intention of booking.

I opted for the personal intro room. A lovely collection of ladies presented themselves but just like the last time I was here, they just don't seem to sell themselves. When a girl says "Hi, I'm Cupcake" turns on her heel and walks off, it just doesn't do it for me. In fact it makes me think that "Cupcake" would rather I didn't choose her. But when every girl presents that way I tend to believe its more the culture of the parlour than a "please don't pick me" message. Unless six girls were saying "please don't pick me".

Gosh! Now I've got myself worried.

Talking of worrying (and indeed my whole day had been worrying), why was Annabelle available? I asked myself. A girl could not be given a prettier face if she were allowed to choose it herself and have it mail ordered from heaven.
I saw her. I liked her.
How pretty? you ask. Buffy pretty is the way I would answer that. Definitely a Buffy look about the girl.

First confession I must make is that I have grown more and more attracted to beautiful young women with tattoos and piercings. Annabelle has both. She had beautiful naked arms and a tat that said to me "I'm damn sexy - wanna do something about it?"
Yes I do!
(Actually, the tat didn't really say that - it was a picture - but that's what it said to my eros).
But she was a quick presenter also.
Receptionist comes back to me - "How'd you go?"
I had to tell her it was hopeless with such cursory introductions but I'd like to meet Annabelle again. So Annabelle returned to me and we had a bit more of a chat and compatibility was established.

Hold my hand and take me with you Annabelle: Past the gangs of silly punters who dare each other like schoolboys - but do not act (so that's why so many ladies are free). Past the tropical fish, who have to fuck by sprogging in the water (poor bastards) Past the other mini-skirted, plunging neck lined Ladies (with their ever-present cigarettes). Up the stairs, to a room in a brothel, where dollars are going to make it happen.

Oh I am happy! How I love to punt. Especially on a day when I have endured nothing but embittered, jealous, people. I am going to take a hot shower and wash my worries away and Annabelle is going to fix the rest. Yes!

And that's just what I did. They've got good showers at the Boardroom, got to hand it to them. If you set your mind right and set the shower hot and hard, you can actually see your worries wash down the plughole. Fuck off, ya bastards!

I was still dripping wet when Annabelle returned. Her beauty inspired me to dry quickly. I hopped on to the bed and lay on my tummy to watch her undress. Do it in front of the mirror for me please Annabelle. And she does. Oooo! More tats and a cute piercing in the old belly button. "Get ere!"

She laughs and hops on the bed with me. Lets cuddle. I need that right now. What a lovely curvy shape she is. And she is beautiful at embracing. One of those gorgeous WL's that really melt into you.

And she laughs. She laughs like music, like tinkling water. Her eyes smile as she laughs. God! She is nice to be with. My worries are melting away; I can feel it. Soon there will be nothing but Annabelle and me.
She is a fantasy to me. There were no girls like this when I was her age. If I saw her on the Internet I would groan with desire. If I saw her on the street I'd discreetly look twice at her and sigh at the impossibility of it all.
But todaywell...Thank God for brothels!

Can I go down on you please Darling?
Eating pussy is the most emotionally and mentally calming panacea in the world and I want some. It is balm for the soul.
Enjoy. She whispers.
How different every lady is with DATY: Some say firmer, some say softer, some say nothing. I like the one's that say something. Annabelle tells me she likes it soft on the clit. So that's what she gets. Or that's what she allows. Whatever. It was a lovely experience for me.

I'm as happy as buggery, and the upset of my day is behind me, but my dumb-arse body doesn't know that. Annabelle grabs my limp cock.
Now what are we going to do with him?
I give her a few pointers, which she immediately puts into practice.
That seems to work, she observes.

She lies on top of me. Mmmm melt into me again Annabelle.
She laughs and kisses me. It feels heavenly.
Then - Wow! What was that?!
She giggles, pulls back and pokes her tongue out. A stud!
Wow! I've never had that before.
You like? She asks.
Oh yes, Annabelle! Very, very much.
She laughs at my enthusiasm and then kisses me some more, engaging full use of her tongue stud. What a beautiful and fascinating new sensation.
Lucky me!

Kisses down my body; slips a condom on; and that stud feels just as good at the other end of me.
I am getting very excited.
Oh, it's too early Annabelle. I want to gorge myself on you some more.
So she lets me explore her and kiss every part of her body - and sportingly sits on my face for a while.
Gosh that was nice!

But little Mr Pee really needs a lot of attention today. He keeps forgetting what we are here for.
Annabelle goes back down and sets to work on him again. She looks up at me once she has him to attention as if to suggest: your choice mate - it's now or never.
Let's do it Annabelle.

She rides me cowgirl and she pumps me beautifully. She pumps all my pain away.
"Fuck me Annabelle. Fuck the hell out of me!" God know where that came from! But I remember saying it.
She is beautiful and kind and broad minded and humorous.
Hey! She laughs and falls forward when I cum
She kisses me so tenderly.
Hush.

I just want to hold you Annabelle.
Was it nice? She asks.
Oh it was beautiful Baby. Just what I needed and you were just the girl to deliver it.
You're a funny man, she tells me. Then she pays me the biggest compliment I might have ever received: When I'm older I want to be like you.
Huh?
You're totally nuts! She tells me. And it's a good way to be.
Oh you will be Annabelle. I reassure her. You're already half way there.

There is ten minutes or so left before the fateful buzzer and so we roll around and cuddle and we talk about many things until its time to go.

Can I write about you Annabelle?
Mmm? She contemplates this.
All good, I reassure her. I like you. This was fun. I'll only have good things to say.
Okay. She says. I know you like the tatts. You can mention them, but not what they are. They're too identifiable.

So she has some pretty special tattoos here and there on her lovely body (size 10/12) and a couple of studs, including one in the tongue which (if you see her) - I guess you will get to enjoy - or not - at her own discretion.

Gosh! I never mentioned her tits (sorry boob lovers). They're all natural C and beautifully shaped.

But aside from her unique tattoos there was one other thing that made her particularly identifiable and unique - nevertheless I shall tell you. We were talking about film. Like everyone we had both seen the Da Vinci Code on DVD. (It's a turkey I know).

However, what makes Annabelle unique (in my opinion) is that she is the only person in Australia NOT to have read the book.

There are too many good comics to be read, she tells me.

Beautiful, comic reading, tattooed, pierced, witty, gentle, playfully rough, Buffy look-alike, Annabelle. She was great!