Asian Coco & Angel on CL
I found myself in Flushing yesterday noon (alright, I made my way there), and wanted to look into Coco. (Angel also sounded interesting...) Guess I missed King by a matter of minutes! I wonder if he and I didn't have the same girl...
Called the 718 number, no answer. Called the 917 number, also no answer, but received a callback a few minutes later. In reasonably intelligible English (better than most), she directed me to an address of an apartment building near Parsons and Barclay in Flushing. Second call from the front of the place elicited the apartment number. The door opened as I approached.
The lady (apparently the only one in the apartment) was mid-30s, about 5'5", slender with B cups and a small bit of padding on the belly. Shoulder-length straight brown-highlighted hair held back in a clip. Attractive enough visage. Friendly enough, she introduced herself as Momo (not Coco). She wrote her name on the wall with her finger. Even though she didn't match Coco's description (or Lucy's -- yellow flag 1), I decided to go ahead with it. When will I ever learn to walk when I don't see what I want?
Apartment was spacious and clean, typically underfurnished. She led me to the bedroom which contained two twin mattresses on the floor. I turned over the asked-for donation of $180 (yellow flag 2: up from the reported $160).
She offered some A/C; I said of course, since it was warm outside and hot inside. We both got naked and hit the mattress. About two minutes, no more, of the lamest excuse for a massage I've ever had. She was in a hurry to get the cover on, but I indicated that some BBBJ was in order. She licked the shaft, and gave one or two sucks, and asked (again) if okay to cover. As she was getting the bag, she lubed herself -- no dining for me, I guess. Proceeded to climb on, did some CG, fake noises, nothing special.
The phone rings, and SHE CLIMBS OFF ME AND ANSWERS IT! Sorry, sorry, she says (that's what I was thinking, too). Gee, I can understand if the only girl has to cover both the bed and the phone, but shouldn't it be in that order? Jeez.
While this is going on, I hear someone come into the apartment. Footsteps, then the bedroom door opens! The visitor figures out what's going on (wouldn't the closed door have been a clue?) and withdraws. I couldn't even see who it was, to invite her to join in. The visitor must have left the apartment; I did not see or hear any more.
I turned her over for some doggie, then mish. "You come? You come?"
After this was done, I'm soaking wet (I perspire easily, and the warm room and the exertion didn't help matters). I asked for the shower, she agreed. I picked up the towel that was on the bed, under us; she didn't take the hint and offer me a fresh one. The shower was clean and uncluttered, like the rest of the apartment.
Upon returning to the bedroom, I noticed a fresh folded towel on the bed, so I figure she just didn't know the courtesy. She all but begs me for my phone number, which I give her (to my monger-only phone, which is invariably turned off). I get her personal number, too, from her phone which was programmed to display Chinese (not Korean). Not that I intend to use it... but caller ID is a beautiful thing.
I dropped her $20 tip, even though she asked for one. She was nice enough, but I don't plan on repeating. The session was hurried, and ultimately unsatisfying. Must make the trip back to see Coco for sure.