princkly

Top Of The Town does not exactly have the best reputation on the forums. So I went there with some trepidation. I sense a few guys have had a bad punt here (maybe they just caught some really negative ladies) but my stay was brilliant! My booking was taken very courteously and I the brothel isn't a bad looking place at all.

Is there a bigger brothel in Melbourne? I doubt it. The reception area and lounges take up all of downstairs. There is a "floor walker" hostess to introduce you to ladies and service you with drinks. In fairness, it's very welcoming. But any parlour, no matter how palatial or run down, is only is as good as the ladies that work there. And so, to the lady in question

Juliette: After she caught my attention with her posts on another forum I actually PM'd Juliette to ask if there was any chance she would work a day shift. She kindly wrote back to me telling me that she didn't think it was possible to do a day shift, but she said she'd done her research, read my reviews and noted my preferred style of service. In her response she reassured me (if I am nice) that we would be compatible, and hoped we could meet before she "retires". (She is only in her mid twenties but want's to give it away and go live up the country).

Last Thursday good fortune came into play. An unusual set of circumstances allowed me to get out and punt tonight. "It's now or never" I said to myself and belted down to Flinders Street, whilst phoning ahead to make sure she wasn't slipping into a two-hour booking just as I arrived.

When I arrived, I told the receptionist I was here for Juliette and I was reassured she would be no more than five minutes. I amused myself chatting to some of the other girls and having a drink whilst I waited. Finally she appeared. I met a girl who is a very petite and pretty brunette, dressed in a short black dress. She exudes warmth and surprisingly - shyness! Yet, despite that absolutely charming, ever present shyness, there is also a lot of confidence.

We sat and talked for a while. Always a good idea to have a nice drink and a chat with a girl you are just about to have beautiful sex with. She has an attractive voice. Her original Canadian accent is still there but influenced by her time in England.
When I told her who I was she went red with embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands. It was very cute.
She kept saying "Oh My God, I can't believe you actually came!" (I was tempted to say "I hope I'll be able to say that to you in a little while" but I restrained myself).
After the beautiful and inviting email she sent me, I don't know why she would be surprised that I came.

She has a body language that is so charismatic you have to experience it first hand. She kind of wriggles a bit when she is happy. There is kind of coy lifting of the shoulder and looking sideways. It's just absolutely gorgeous!

With such warmth and beauty I knew it was a done deal. Back to reception, money down for an hour, up the stairs to the room. And up the stairs, and up the stairs, and up the stairs There is three stories to this joint! We stopped on the second landing to open the Santa bags. On each landing there are red sacks full of fluffy white towels. The deal is apparently that each lady reaches into a sack and grabs a few towels before proceeding to the room. The sacks are so tightly packed and Juliette is so little I had to help her pull them out.
Oooooh we're like kids doing this task. We're happy giggly people together. I love that! Once the shared silly-bugger laughter starts, I just know it's going to be a good punt.

We were given room four on the top floor, which was very comfortable.
"Can we kill that crap music please Juliette?"
She really tried God bless her but it just couldn't be done. You'd reckon in a parlour that boasts five stars, they could do a simple thing like that.
But I was very flattered to see all five foot of her yelling into the speaker phone: "This is my client's request!"
In the end a general turning down of the music was agreed to by reception.

She likes to inspect before making final commitment, which is a fair call.

I was left to shower. Being on the top floor I had to run the damn shower for five minutes before any hot came through and then the plumbing made so much noise it was like being in the engine room of a Russian fishing trawler. No exaggeration; Juliette and I had to shout at each other to be heard over the knocking water pipes.

The top sheets they use on the beds here are crisp white Egyptian cotton. They really are nice. I hate it when parlours expect you to fuck on a couple of towels laid next to each other.

I lay back on the crisp white sheet and watched Juliette remove her clothing. It's a body that is built for the service she gives - GFE. It's just beautiful. And it's fun to tell her how much you like what you see, because you get more of that gorgeous coy shy body language.

She dims the light a little, hops on the bed, kneels next to me and tenderly runs her hands over me.

HUSH NOW!

This is the moment.
It's all done: The decision, the opportunity to get away, the journey here, the preliminaries, the discussion on service, the acceptance of each other as client and WL, the money, everything! It's all done. Now there is nothing left but to enjoy the session.
This is the moment.
When it's all done there is always a lovely quiet just before the ceremony.
Our voices soften.
Come.

I feel her lovely soft small firm breasts.
She kneels over me and kisses me tenderly.
Damn! She is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I can't believe how lovely she is.
"I did not expect this" I confess to her in whisper.

She strokes me tenderly.
Her face next to mine. Her hair on my face, her breath, her amazing dark eyes. She is dangerously intimate. You've actually got to remind yourself - she isn't really your girl friend.

"How do you want it to go?" she asks.
I tell her straight: "Juliette, we have an hour. I'm going to come once. I'd like to save it till about the fortieth minute."
"Fortieth minute hey?" She giggles at the exactness of the schedule "I'm your girl" She tenderly reassures me.

And so commences a foreplay that brought me more pleasure than I could have ever expected.
There is two things here. The celebration of her body which I think is just absolutely beautiful: Petite, smallish but lovely shaped breasts, lovely arse, beautiful skin, and the cutest little landing strip. And the other thing is the receiving of her impeccable service.

To be honest, cunnilingus would have been the greatest part of the session. But that is what I wanted - really wanted! To go down on her, to cup the cheeks of her beautiful arse in my hands. From sixty-nine, to laying on the bed with her arse raised by pillows, to kneeling beside the bed, she let me enjoy dining on her in every position until my previously unspoken remark became a reality and privileged me by totally relaxing and letting it happen. Oh yes, my beautiful little Juliette, thank you for this moment in time.

Warm tender kisses to follow. Beautiful oral on me. That was a stunning experience, and the ceiling mirrors quite came into their own.

We were getting close to the forty-minute thing.
"Juliette".
"Now?" She asks.
"Now" I tell her.

(I like to do this forty minute thing because I love the unwind time at the end.
It was during this time when Juliette and I were talking that I was telling her that it's all like souvenirs to me. That my endless brothel visits give me a collection of gems and jewels in the form of precious memories. I suppose it's why I have to write these ridiculously long reviews. They're to safeguard my memory so I never lose these blissful moments. Moments which I have deliberately sought out. It's something I feel passionately about never loosing.
I could sentimentalise it or I could dismiss it, but the facts remain: I spent an hour in paradise with a beautiful woman who called herself Juliette, in a room in Flinders Street late on a Thursday night. For me, I can't treat that casually. This moment is as precious to me as jewels. I can't keep the girl; that was never the plan. But the session I had with her is mine forever.)

And so I wilfully remember her beautiful face, her tiny shoulders her lovely arms reaching up and round my neck, her eyes like jewels, her moistened lips, as I moved inside her, the incredible softness of her thighs as she wraps her legs around me.

And that's all I'm going to tell you about that.

Later: She tells me why she is quitting the industry.
I don't think I've ever been with a Working Lady before who told me these are her last days. There was something particularly poignant about it. I would never have thought a girl who is leaving would give such caring and beautiful service. But she did.
I hope life gives Juliette what she deserves and wants.