A while back I posted a tongue in cheek he said/she said look at review where the fella was pretty disillusioned  and the poor gal had to put her game face on and possibly could have won an academy award for acting prowess as she muddled through a hour of pure hell just to make the car payment. Since it's a slow day and I've got the urge to write again let's flip the scenario today we have Miss VIP Jillian Juggs and let's invent an average respectful hobbyist we will call him what else but John.  

Here's Miss Juggs' mental recollection of their P4P tryst.....

John emailed me a request for an appointment and provided his P411 as requested on my website along with two current references, I wasn't sure about seeing him so I asked for a little more info which he supplied. We agreed to meet the following afternoon at my posh incall. John arrived and I was glad to see he was a decent looking fella, a little portly but clean so at least I wasn't gonna have to shove Vapo Rub up my nostrils to get through the session, I could tell he appreciated my sexy yet casual attire. After getting to know eachother a bit we kissed and he worked his way down to my fresh sweet lady parts. He did a decent enough job down there and I wiggled a bit and made the right sounds at the right time to convince him I was getting something out of this. After the wonderful sounds of my moaning and gyrating to convince him I had orgasmed I went down on his average sized manhood. After several minutes of him in my mouth he was moving so much I knew he was close to climax so I stopped and applied a cover and mounted him cow girl style and gave him the ride of his life. After what seemed an eternity I asked if he wanted K9 and he was all for it. He eased his dick into me and I put on another show for him squeezing his cock with my always tight pussy to try and enhance his pleasure. After awhile I wondered if he would ever cum. Eventually he filled the cover and I'll admit it was a nice amount. I helped him clean up and a chatted as I always provide a full no rush session worthy of my stellar 10/10 reviews. I'm sure he will return.

Let's see what Ol John has to say...

I saw Jillian's ad and her pictures lured me in, most of the time I avoid gals who market theirselves as vip since usually the only VIP in their eyes is theirselves. After supplying my P411 info and references she asked for my real name, place of employment, copy of my college degree and the middle name of my little league coach. I should have just declined but fuck I was horny and all the reviews couldn't be wrong?  So we where to meet the next evening and her assistant canceled 15 mins. before our meeting, after giving me the hotel info I was literally pulling in the lot. I saw a gal who looked a lot like Jillian getting into a Mazzerati with a fella that kinda resembled Joe Pesci but I couldn't be sure it was her, same hair and boobs from the pictures but a little more junk in the trunk.  
So like a fool I agree to meet the next day.  
Door opens and she's a very pretty lady, too bad she's wearing pajama pants and a hooded sweatshirt we talk a bit, actually she talks a bit too much I don't give a rats ass about her former job or her cat but I'm a gentleman so I endure it. It's obviously a ploy to run out the clock shame we don't have a shot clock like basketball. I iniate a move and we kiss some, I enjoy DATY so I get the walmart pjs off her and dive in, WHOA!  Not as fresh as I imagined and especially at 400 per hour. After about 12 seconds she started the fake porno shit, moaning and moving around and pretty much killing any illusion of this being halfway enjoyable. After she overly fakes her orgasm I'm relieved and wish I had some Vapo Rub in my nostrils. She starts a half ass BBBJ and I think she misunderstood my movements of distress as she kept scraping the head of my dick with her teeth for me enjoying this. Then she starts humming, I guess to pass the time, don't think she meant to be that loud but I could plainly make out "let it go, let it go" God damn Frozen soundtrack is everywhere it seems these days. Mercifully before my pecker looks like mince meat she applies a cover and hops on. She looked great up there but I couldn't feel much sensation, some ladies are like that, she rides me talking about her dreams and shit. I try not to laugh as I remember an old joke " she's got that hokey pokey pussy, put you're right arm in pull you're right arm out out you're left arm in and pull a friend out" sorry that may be a bit much but her snatch was like a stripped bolt hole. After enduring some more fakery we went to K9 luckily I was able to squeeze her ass cheeks and legs together to create a bit of friction. I finished in the cover and she brought me a couple baby wipes to clean up with. We still had an hour left as I booked 1.5 hours. I figured I would wait a bit and try round 2 maybe Greek as she advertises it. But she went on about how great she was and how lucky I was she fit me in. Blah blah blah. It's obvious the only VIP in her eyes is herself. I left with about 30 mins to go I was going crazy it was like talking to a wall unless you where giving her a compliment then she would gush and elaborate on it for 5 minutes straight. I left a decent review considering 9/7 then the nasty emails of threats to call the dean at the college I attended and my coach from little league.  

Hope y'all get a chuckle out of this fictional account, a bit of it comes from a few mediocre experiences but most of it is totally made up from things I've heard and well just some random shit I thought of.