Last weekend, I had lined up a meet with a girl I'd found through a known SP—one of those bait-and-switch situations that somehow turned out well the first time around. She was from Mumbai, used to work at a dance bar, and we'd had an incredible experience back in January. It was rare for me to connect with someone like that, but unfortunately, just when I was ready for another round, she ghosted me at the last minute. No responses, nothing.
Left with my plans ruined, I did what anyone would do—scoured through a couple of profiles on Massage Republic. As expected, most of them seemed like scams, but one actually replied. She came across as surprisingly genuine and agreed to a video call. Here's the profile I found:
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The video call sealed the deal. She looked great, was well-spoken, and carried herself with confidence. That was enough to convince me, and soon, I had booked her for ₹11k for two shots. Johnny was desperate, and I wasn’t looking to waste time. What made this even better was that she didn’t ask for any advance payment or room details beforehand—a rarity in this line of work.
She arrived right on time and checked in at the reception without any hassle. When she entered the room, we got to talking, and I was impressed. She could hold a decent conversation, and her sense of humor was a pleasant surprise. For a moment, I thought this might actually be the start of something memorable.
But then, reality kicked in. As we began the session, it became clear that she was a seasoned player who had long lost any enthusiasm for the job. It was like she was on autopilot, just wanting to get straight into action without any buildup or chemistry. I requested a BBJ and HJ, which she did willingly, but when it came to kissing, she allowed only light pecks—no DFK.
I took in her appearance: smooth, flawless skin, slim build, probably no taller than 4’5”. Her body was clean, not a mark or hair in sight, with perky breasts that were just the right size. But something was missing. I had specifically asked her to wear a mini skirt, which she didn’t. That small detail, along with her detached attitude, made me lose interest.
Johnny seemed to pick up on my mood and decided to take a break as well. She noticed and tried to get things going again, but no luck. After about 10 minutes, I forced myself to engage, and the whole thing was over in about two minutes.
She cleaned up and then asked if I was up for the second shot. By then, I had completely lost the mood. I told her she could leave if she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate. There was no point in asking her to stay when I wasn’t even sure if I could muster the energy for round two.
And here’s the kicker: just as she was leaving, I found out she was actually one of Harini’s friends. They lived together in Whitefield and had recently stopped accepting in-calls. It was a twist I hadn’t seen coming, but it explained a lot about her mechanical approach.
In the end, what started as a promising encounter quickly fizzled out, reminding me that not every promising profile is as good as it seems, and sometimes, even the best-laid plans end up being nothing more than lessons learned.