I found myself in Amsterdam for one night in May. I won't bore you with the detils of how I got stranded there for only one night, but suffice it to say it was not a planned visit. While I've been through Schiphol many times, I have never been outside the airport and into the center of the city. This was my opportunity to check it out quite by accident. The weather was absolutely gorgeous for early May and the Amsterdamers were out in force. Plenty of tall lanky blonde babes riding bikes – how cliché. Arriving at the front desk I was welcomed by two of the most delightful desk clerks. When I got to my room I got right online and consulted CH to make the most of my trip to Amsterdam.( In hindsight, I should have done some comparative shopping because one glance at the yellow pages phone book told me that escort services were as plentiful as dry cleaners in Amsterdam. )Thanks to mongers before me, I followed the recommendations of some other CH members and contacted Lyn at www.amsterdam-callgirls.com and started a dialogue via email. She asked what I was interested in and sent over some photos and some link to a few girls named Louisa, Angelina, and Pricilla. I roared with laughter when I saw Pricilla’s name . Judging from the description of her posted above on September 29, 2004 Pricilla seems to have been frozen in time because her stats were just about the same. I am kicking myself for not downloading the photos because when I went back to the links a few days later, they were gone. The only actual photos they sent were of Angelina (who was from Brazil), the rest were just links. Probably because they didn’t want old mongers like us spreading them around. Have they not heard of advertizing? Pricilla seems intriguing and I requested that she come over. After 20 minutes or so, they emailed back and said that Pricilla had just gotten her period and was unable to come after all. Hmmmmm, sounds suspicious. As a back-up, they suggested Demi, who had just returned from London for the summer and was eager to go to work. Eager – I liked the sound of that. They told me that the going rate was 190 Euros for the first hour and 160 for the 2nd hour. The rate drops to 130 Euros for each hour after that. Damn, that’s expensive. Still, it was my first trip to Amsterdam and I really could not foresee when I would be back so I decided to take the plunge and arranged to have her come by the hotel at 10:00 PM or so.
The Hilton Amsterdam is in the Apollolaan district which is quite upscale and a reasonable distance from the Red Light District by tram. It was now only about 4:00 PM and I was feeling pretty good despite not really sleeping on the plane so I got dressed and ventured down to the Red Light District. The Red Light district is pretty much as everyone describes it. Two streets near the canal with a bunch of girls dancing in windows framed with red lights. What struck me was how many of the windows were empty. At first I thought it was because it was still early, but a local guy told me that it was because the Queen’s birthday had just been celebrated the past long weekend and a lot of the girls were exhausted. Sounded reasonable since it was only Wednesday. I checked out a few sex shows and even the sex museum, but was starting to feel tired by 9:00 PM (jet lag) and decideded to head back to the hotel for my appointment.
At 9:45 PM I got call in my hotel room confirming that I was still interested in seeing Demi. I indicated that I was and Lyn told me that show would be there in 15 minutes. With typical Dutch precision, Demi knocked on my door at 10:00 PM on the dot. That surprised me because I was supposedly on an executive floor and you need a special card key to access the floor. I was expecting to get call to come to the lobby to bring her up. Turns out the little minx was pretty resourceful and conned her way up with a couple of Russian businessmen.
Demi was a petite little package about 5’2” with dark hair and a nice body. She sat down and immediately engaged me in conversation. She asked me how long I was interested in having her stay and wanted to get the business out of the way up front. I told her I would go for the two hours and she called her management on her cell phone and communicated my intentions. Pretty efficient system they have there. Her English was perfect and she had a great sense of humor, but come on sweetie, I’m not paying you to talk. Demi is Russian born but her family is from Bulgaria which makes sense because she had much more Mediterranean facial features than Russian. After about 15 minutes of chit chat I indicated that I was ready to get down to business and asked her if she wanted to use the bathroom. She went in an noticed that I had a full bathtub and asked if I wanted to take a bath with her. Now, I’ve never had much luck with screwing the water so my first reaction was to say no, but she promised me that I would be pleased so I capitulated. I’ve got to tell you, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Unlike Brazil or Russia, which tend to be intense and eager to get down to screwing, this was a slow deliberate drawn-out experience. This gal was clearly a pro and made me feel like a king. She washed and scrubbed every inch of my body talking the whole time engaging in witty conversation. Then she started in a massage right there in the tub. By the time we got out of the tub, I was as loose as a goose.
Toweling off, I got a chance to admire her body. She had perfect B sized tits and here was not an inch of fat on her; she had a nice little rose tattooed on her butt that she told me was a foolish thing she did when she was 17. She is 29 years old and was a full time student in London during the fall and winter. She had not been with anyone since last summer because “working” in the UK is a pain in the ass for girls in her line of work and she had just arrived back in Amsterdam for the summer. She told me that she had a boyfriend in London who turned out to be a lousy lover so she was ready for a good sex session (probably BS, but I appreciated the effort). I suppose that’s all relative because there was no way I was going to get a BBBJ. Still, the CBJ wasn’t bad as she didn’t seem to have much of a gag reflex and was able to get her nose to within an inch of my pubic hair if you know what I mean.
Doing the deed with was nothing special. Pretty mechanical really and certainly not anything close to a Brazilian garota. No RCB (which I like) and she was pretty clear on how she felt about anal. If I had it to do again in Amsterdam, I think I would have stayed in the Red Light District and gone for a cheap and dirty. The whole “high class call girl” thing was all very nice but not really worth the money IMHO. Perhaps once just for the experience, but that’s about it.

Seems like you got a sexy fun girl in the bath,i must admit coming from London myself, for her, London must be a strange place to work, i like to read trips on Amsterdam as the place was my first mongering experiance outside my country, Thanks, for report.