In this punting game, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you manage to get a draw in the final minutes of the match.

 

(SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE GAME)

 

I've been meaning to visit Club 121 since we started seeing more reviews coming from there. Lately I've been pretty happy alternating between privates and parlours located along Parramatta Road, so I was willing to alter my routine a bit.

 

The rain made Club 121 an ideal plan as it's located not far from the city, I even got myself on the Monorail to get myself safe and dry to Pyrmont. I got there and I hope that no-one I know saw me going in as the street was busy and it was early in the evening. As I found out later, there's a rear lane entry (or at least an exit), which people may want to consider.

 

It's been a while since I last was there, and even longer since I've booked someone there; you'll probably need to check the date on my review of Bree to know for sure. Anyway, the receptionist sent the girls who were available, and they were three. The first one was Erin who popped her head in and announced her name and left. Mind you, I had had a look at their roster earlier on and Erin, whose reviews had grabbed my attention, was exactly the girl I had in mind before arriving. Now, what a problem! because an intro like that deserves no booking. However, I saw that the other girls bar one did the same and I thought that it may be the new style of the place. It makes Stiletto quick intros feel like a Greek Orthodox wedding by contrast. So, basically I took a punt and told the receptionist that Erin was my choice.

 

I wasn't particularly relieved while Erin guided me upstairs in complete silence… I think I was even missing the typical "So, how's your night been?"… And it was raining outside, what a missed opportunity to talk about the weather. Never mind later I'd need to bring up the subject along with whatever else would cross my mind.

 

(THE MATCH BEGINS HERE)

 

Erin photos on their website are actually hers and the description is quite spot on except her size; she's probably a size 12 and hasn't much of an hourglass figure. As for the rest, yes, she's Irish, blond, has blue eyes, early twenties and has B cups. She has a pretty face and her accent is quite cute.

 

Erin performed a quick check on me and left me to have a shower. Unfortunately no drinks offered and when I thought of it she was already gone. When she came back we met in bed. Something told me that Erin wouldn't engage in any form of kissing (not sure if she offers that for extra money but I didn't ask). It was pretty obvious that I would need to lead the action, even suggest what positions she should adopt during the foreplay. I tried going down on her and when I had the goal posts right in front of me, Erin warned me that it would be extra. A slow reaction led to a quick counter attack by the rival team, which managed to score yet it was obviously from an offside position. Right there and then, our main striker Eros Andizzotti was sent off the field for complaining. So, only 10 minutes into the game and we found ourselves with one less player, and with a score of 0-1. The situation wasn't good. Eros is to our team what Totti is to Roma; without him it's very hard to score. So it was time to rearrange the team's strategy, put a few more players in defence and just leave Little AJ up the front, while we try to connect a couple of balls with him.

 

I explained to Erin that I don't pay extra for DATY and asked her if not that, what? Erin decidedly grabbed one of those red condoms (that I know they're too small but Little AJ was just a shadow of the player he normally is and the rival team thought that small mark would do the job)

 

Erin put the condom on but Little AJ's mind just wasn't in the game; with Eros sent off, there's was no-one connecting the balls with him. I thought that I would leave Erin suck for a while and that the hard work would teach her to not ever again put a condom on a flaccid penis. And so the game was pretty much stuck in the midfield with not many chances of scoring, and mind you we were losing 0-1. It was then when I decided to move the mark forward a bit and see if that originated more chances to connect with Little AJ. I told Erin that she would need to spend too much time sucking to achieve any result at all, and so I flipped her to slide Little on her butt cheeks, a position that Little AJ knows by heart and where he turns into a much better player.

 

As it was difficult to assess the reaction of the rival team for lack of knowledge, we first tried with condom on a still soft Little AJ. That was the decisive moment of the game in which I decided to bet everything and even move the players from the back to the midfield to help me connect the balls with Little AJ. I asked Erin if it was okay to remove the rubber for the butt sliding, and she was okay with it; I applied a bit of lube and gradually the match began to change. More opportunities were generated and Little AJ felt much better with that sort of play; the whole team regained its confidence.

 

When Little AJ was ready I instructed Erin that now she could put the condom on. I don't think she wanted to be on top, nor missionary for that matter, so we moved straight to doggy. As we entered the last quarter of the match, I sent all the players to the rival area and asked Erin to go flat on her tummy. The rival goalie let the ball go out and the lineman gave us a corner kick. So I knew that was it, it was then or never; so as we kept bouncing on Erin's butt, I decided to perform the corner kick myself and managed to connect the ball with Little AJ's head for the equalizer; he shot it right in the bottom angle and 1-1 it was. Little AJ covering his face with the condom ran to celebrate with the fans and dedicated the goal to Eros who was watching from the bench. Little AJ, from zero to hero once again but it was a hard team effort. C'mon guys, give me five!

 

There still was a little time left but the two teams seemed content with the draw. As far as we were concerned, it looked so bad for most of the game that a draw felt like a miracle. In those minutes, with the tension behind, there was at least some friendly chat until the referee blew his whistle and we went to the showers.

 

As I said at the top, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you draw. But when your winning streak has been as good as that of Juventus and Manchester United, a draw doesn't feel good enough even if could've been much worse.