http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php Montreal escort review board community providing reviews on escorts from Montreal, incalls outcalls agency escorts service massage and Montreal Escorts strip clubs. en Sun, 01 Aug 2010 04:36:03 GMT vBulletin 60 http://merc.ca/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=60 Thu, 29 Jul 2010 02:07:26 GMT I was cuddling with an escort after sex and we got to discussing agencies, their owners and their quirks. She revealed an unusual arrangement that her particular agency had. The owner would take 100% of the fee from the girl's first session of the day. The escort could then keep 100% of the fee from her subsequent appointments. So the take-home percentage of what she collected increased with the number of appointments. So if a popular escort could get 10 calls (hypothetically), she would keep 90% of her collection but someone else who got two appointments in her shift got only half the total.

In this system, the agency owner made a special effort to push escorts who had no calls to customers, at the expense of escorts who had already made many appointments. When a caller asked for a popular escort, he would try to switch them to a less popular one using a glowing description of her. My escort had overheard him upselling another escort as his "star performer" when in reality, that girl never got repeat appointments. She quizzed him about this later and he told her with a smile that he was only passing on feedback from her customers. He had complaints that during sex, she would lie motionless with her arms & legs spreadeagled "like a star" and customers hated the lack of any interaction. I knew exactly who that was because I had experienced the same thing and when I named her my escort laughed and confirmed it. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=60 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=57 Sat, 13 Mar 2010 21:08:01 GMT I was in a small city which had an unconventional escort agency. You entered a lounge where 5 or 6 women were seated, and chatted with them while you sized them up. After making your selection, you took her to the checkout counter where the operator made a copy of your drivers license and collected... I was in a small city which had an unconventional escort agency. You entered a lounge where 5 or 6 women were seated, and chatted with them while you sized them up. After making your selection, you took her to the checkout counter where the operator made a copy of your drivers license and collected the fee. You had to agree to bring her back in one and a half hours (including commuting time) to avoid additional charges. The copy of your license would be returned to you then.

I took the escort to my car and headed for my hotel. We made small talk but I felt awkward and she seemed tense. Suddenly there were flashing lights behind me and I realized I had been caught speeding. I pulled over and the officer wrote my ticket. He was polite and told me how fast I had been going. He also stared curiously at the escort but she sat calm and expressionless.

When we resumed our drive, the girl couldn't hide her amusement. She kidded me about being in a hurry to get her to bed. I told her I was sure she was worth the extra expense I had incurred. And she was. We felt less like strangers and our session in my room was delightful. When we drove back, she remarked that I was staying below the speed limit. "That's just so I can be with you longer" I told her. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=57 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=56 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 16:43:06 GMT I met an escort once who was very environmentally conscious. During our session, she talked about what she does to be eco-friendly and how everyone can participate in taking care of the planet. When we were done, I took the condom to the bathroom to flush it, but she stopped me in my tracks. She... I met an escort once who was very environmentally conscious. During our session, she talked about what she does to be eco-friendly and how everyone can participate in taking care of the planet. When we were done, I took the condom to the bathroom to flush it, but she stopped me in my tracks. She said if everybody flushed their condoms they would soon choke the waterways and kill the fish. She took the condom from my hand, wrapped in in a tissue and placed it gently in the trash can. I admired her attitude but after she left, I had a brief vision of the hotel maid emptying the trash can and the partly-filled condom pouring out. That made me pick up the condom and flush it away immediately. I'm sorry I didn't live up to her expectations but I don't think my condom emulated Nemo and found its way to the sea. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=56 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=54 Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:32:37 GMT Imagine you are back in Montreal after a long time away with a pent-up craving for a companion. You get to your room, call an agency, select an available escort and wait for her delivery time. It could be a boring 2 or 3 hour wait. One of my favorite escorts aced that problem. I had emailed her... Imagine you are back in Montreal after a long time away with a pent-up craving for a companion. You get to your room, call an agency, select an available escort and wait for her delivery time. It could be a boring 2 or 3 hour wait. One of my favorite escorts aced that problem. I had emailed her about my trip and called from the airport when I arrived. I told her I'll call again with my room number after I check in. I got my rental car, drove to the hotel and rolled my luggage to the check-in counter. A few moments later I noticed that my escort was waiting behind me. It was a pleasant surprise!

We hugged and kissed in the elevator, made faces at the security camera in the corridor, and burst into my room for a wonderful sex session. I have never had a faster delivery, even from this escort's own agency that she eventually set up. Some day I should arrange for an escort to meet me at the airport arrival lounge, waving a sign with my name on it. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=54 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=51 Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:09:00 GMT Bonjour,

J'aimerais avoir une première expérience avec une personne du troisième type, par contre je ne suis pas chaud à l'idée de payer... J'aimerais mieux avoir une belle soirée arosée et plus si intérêt il y a des deux coté.

L'ennuie c'est que j'ignore ou faire des rencontre et tout les site de rencontre sur le net sont payant, du moins ceux que j'ai trouvé.

Quelqu'un a des suggestions ? ]]> Daerco http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=51 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=48 Mon, 26 Oct 2009 23:53:37 GMT I was staying at a Montreal West Island hotel when I called an outcall independent for an appointment. She was available right away and took my hotel address. She told me to hold on while she checked her map. After a pause, she exclaimed she couldn't find the street. After some conversation I realized she was looking at a downtown map. She switched to a city map and I walked her through where I was located. "It's too far and there's no metro station" she said. I felt disappointed that she was turning me down. She suddenly asked "Can you come to my house?". Yes, I have a rental car, I told her eagerly. I knew it was an unusual invitation, considering that she hadn't seen me before. She just knew my name from a discussion board where she was also active. I got her address and set out, stopping on the way to buy a $50 bottle of wine.

The girl had a basement apartment in the east part of downtown. She greeted me warmly and we sat and introduced ourselves. She was happy with with my wine selection and got ready to open it. I told her she could keep it for another occasion if she wished and get me something else to drink instead. She said she drinks Ricard and water, so we sat on the sofa and sipped the cloudy French liqueur while we talked. She was a busy as a college student and had set her rates higher than others because she wanted fewer calls. I noticed an oil-paint portrait of her and she said her ex-boyfriend had painted it (presumably before he became ex). She also had souvenirs from exotic places and they were from her mother who was a world traveler. We went on to have a soft and tender sex session and I left relaxed and happy.

I repeated with her and watched her transition over the years from a naive independent to a savvy operator of an upscale agency. The escort business is in some ways a savage society where the young have to grow fast to survive. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=48 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=47 Fri, 23 Oct 2009 22:43:57 GMT The relaxation in bed between energetic bouts of sex, is the most enjoyable time for intimate conversation. I was with an agency escort who also helped with the agency's web site. She talked about three new girls who were going to join the agency, but they were unlikely to get much business before their pictures were up. She had been asked to get some photographs quickly for the web page. She would have to get the girls to a place with a decent background first. And then she would have to work around some problems she was having with her camera.

I told her I had a good camera she could borrow. And why not use my hotel room for the background? She agreed that was a good idea. After our session, I got her familiar with my camera. I also gave her my spare room-key so she could get in during the day when I was at the office. The next afternoon when I got into my room, I saw signs of their activity everywhere, including remnants of snacks, drinks and smokes. There was also a thank-you note from the escort. She had taken my camera and cable to download the pictures.

I saw the new pictures on the web site and the girls looked good. The familiar background and furniture of my room could be seen in all the shots. It was obvious the lady had talents beyond providing good sex. She returned my camera on our next date and said the girls had a fun time. In addition to poses for the agency site, they had taken sexy and amusing pictures of each other. Too bad I wasn't there but I made up by going through plenty of sexy positions with my escort friend. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=47 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=45 Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:56:36 GMT Montreal's sexworker association Stella, occasionally arranges publicity events. An escort on a review board posted an announcement of a benefit car wash sponsored by Stella. She invited all members to come and help fund the organization. I happened to be in Montreal that day and decided to check it out. I drove to the street intersection listed in her post, and was waved to join the few cars waiting in line. I was greeted by the escort who had invited me and she engaged me in conversation while my car was washed and cleaned.

There were about a dozen women with ages ranging from 20 to 40. They were all friendly and worked energetically inside and outside the cars. There was no attempt to solicit anyone. The handful of men bringing their cars in generally kept to themselves. Perhaps they were hobbyists. Perhaps they were not and found this car wash by accident.

I paid a little more than the collection girl asked and I told her to keep the change. There was really no reason to get my rental car so spic and span. But I left quite happy that I could do my part to help this group. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=45 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=44 Tue, 20 Oct 2009 02:22:48 GMT It was the end of my short trip and I had two bottles of wine that I couldn't take back in my carry-on. I called an escort I knew to see if she wanted it. She couldn't come right away but I told her I would leave it with the concierge near the front desk and email her the details. I put them in a bag along with some other leftover stuff like massage oil. I addressed it with the escort's real name in case she was ID'd, and told the concierge that my friend would pick it up. I emailed her with the concierge's name and shift time, and asked her to drink a toast to me.

The escort emailed me back the next day. She had gone to my hotel with a couple of friends and picked up the package. On impulse, they decided to party in the lounge at the lobby. She borrowed a corkscrew from the valet and got paper cups from the coffee machine. She said they had a blast. That was one party I was sorry to miss! ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=44 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=43 Mon, 19 Oct 2009 01:29:03 GMT When I was a male stripper, my experiences were not that glamorous. The hours were long, the clients were rude and with smelly pussies, and the pimps were all about the money. I had emotions too, you know. I mean, some girls did suck with passion and looked at me in the eyes. That touched my heart... When I was a male stripper, my experiences were not that glamorous. The hours were long, the clients were rude and with smelly pussies, and the pimps were all about the money. I had emotions too, you know. I mean, some girls did suck with passion and looked at me in the eyes. That touched my heart sometimes. I finally decided to save my money and open a small hair salon. So, I got out of stripping and the life style that was leading me to self destruction. I will never go back, but if there was something I could teach the young guys who are going into stripping about that line of business, I could. I think every man in his 20's should try being a male stripper for at least 6 months to understand life. ]]> 2Legit http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=43 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=40 Sat, 17 Oct 2009 21:40:04 GMT Image: http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/7036/44ed9d53f0d2b.jpg Image: http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/9727/483ddb4ed8d07.jpg Image: http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6305/497e8b710f3a0.jpg Image: http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/2324/497354a073a33.jpg Image:...











]]> 2Legit http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=40 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=39 Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:46:54 GMT I had just finished a great session with an escort I had met for the first time. I told her I had enjoyed my time with her and wanted to see her again. I explained that it was near the end of my trip and I had only one evening free for my last escort session. She told me regretfully that she would... I had just finished a great session with an escort I had met for the first time. I told her I had enjoyed my time with her and wanted to see her again. I explained that it was near the end of my trip and I had only one evening free for my last escort session. She told me regretfully that she would not be available for that time. I promised to see her on my next trip and we bid goodbye.

On that last evening I kept procrastinating, not sure of who to call. Suddenly my phone rang and it was the same escort I had met earlier. "Are you still interested in seeing me today?" she asked. "Of course!" I said, "When can you be here?". She was in my hotel in 15 minutes. She said she had a booking for a long appointment but no one there answered when she kept knocking on the door. Instead there was a guy peeping from around the corridor and looking her over. She was the victim of a hoax.

The young lady explained that she goes through a lot of preparation to get herself ready for a date like that and was frustrated at getting cheated. So she took a chance and called me, in case I could see her. I gave her a hug and told her it was the other guy's loss. He didn't know what he was missing. "You got that right!" she said with a sparkle in her eye. And she immediately proceeded to show me. The sex was even more enjoyable than the first time with her enthusiastically taking me through every service including greek. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=39 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=38 Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:06:17 GMT I was shopping for a lingerie gift for an escort I was going to see again. I remembered she always talked about her kid during our sessions and I suddenly got an urge to get something for the little one instead. It was late fall and the weather was already freezing. So I got a name-brand snow suit... I was shopping for a lingerie gift for an escort I was going to see again. I remembered she always talked about her kid during our sessions and I suddenly got an urge to get something for the little one instead. It was late fall and the weather was already freezing. So I got a name-brand snow suit at the Bay and gift-wrapped it. It was sized for the child's age but I included the receipt in case she had to exchange it.

When the escort opened her gift during our session, the contents came as a complete surprise. She looked at me with a shocked expression but I could tell it was a pleasant shock. She asked me how I knew that it was exactly what she needed.

The moral is that ads may lead you to think that an escort prefers lingerie or perfume but if you get to know her, you could find something she appreciates more. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=38 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=37 Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:00:11 GMT I was chatting with an escort between services and mentioned a Convention and Trade Show that was going to start at the Palais des Congres. I was a part of the organizing committee and had free passes for the exhibit hall. I showed her the brochure and told her she could collect freebie trinkets... I was chatting with an escort between services and mentioned a Convention and Trade Show that was going to start at the Palais des Congres. I was a part of the organizing committee and had free passes for the exhibit hall. I showed her the brochure and told her she could collect freebie trinkets from all the vendor booths. Her eyes lit up and she said she knew about that event. Her dad had been talking about it all week and his company was having him attend.

We talked more about her family. It turned out out that her dad was in a company I work with and we were in related professions. It also became clear that she was from a well-to-do family who paid for her education. Unlike many other escorts, she was not in the business because of a financial hardship - it was purely for affording luxuries.

I somehow felt much closer to her when we resumed sex. Even though the connection was with her dad and not with her. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=37 http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=35 Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:17:43 GMT I was naked in bed, cuddling with one of my favorite escorts. We were enjoying the warm afterglow that follows passionate sex. She talked about an important event that was coming up in a couple of days. She had completed all the course work for her degree and the only graduation requirement left... I was naked in bed, cuddling with one of my favorite escorts. We were enjoying the warm afterglow that follows passionate sex. She talked about an important event that was coming up in a couple of days. She had completed all the course work for her degree and the only graduation requirement left was her final project in fine arts. It was a dance choreography and she was responsible for everything, including creating the show, training the performers, designing the props and costumes, and arranging the venue. She was worried about how it would all turn out. I caressed her hair and told her she would do fine. And that we would be celebrating her degree the next time we were together. She reached into her purse and gave me a flyer advertising the event. She said the show was open to the public and wanted me to be there. I promised I would.

I bought my ticket well before show time and entered the auditorium. The escort was flitting about busily instructing her performers, but found time to greet me and show me to my seat. The small audience included her university professors, students, and her family. Everyone seemed to know her, though I was probably the only one there to have known her biblically. I recognized her mom, who looked exactly like an older version of her. I told everyone I met that I was visiting Montreal on business. I had seen the ad for this show and wanted to attend. It was the truth but not the whole truth.

The performance was truly enjoyable and everything went smoothly. The music, dance and costume were well integrated in each scene. At the end I joined the throng of well-wishers congratulating her accomplishment. Her anxiety had disappeared and she was beaming with happiness. We always hear of escorts trying to balance work and school, but here was proof of one who had persevered till she achieved her goal. I felt proud to represent the hobbying community which had helped her earn the way to a college degree. ]]> Robin http://www.merc.ca/vbulletin/blog.php?b=35