War Stories

[Chicago41]

I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.

So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.

She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.

So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.

For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.

Good one! Sometimes those scary situations when we're young prepare us for better ones in the future.

[Tornacl]

I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.

So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.

She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.

So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.

For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.

[Tornacl]

I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.

So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.

She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.

So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.

For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.

[Vbenny]

I was younger and dumber. I wasn't too far out of college living back in Columbus, Ohio, and relatively brand new to the hobby. I was living with a roommate, which made it difficult for me to be able to see a girl at our place (though I did manage a few times). I was horny, and there was a thread of advertisements from someone called Roxy via Craigslist that I put together as having been through one organizer, though not quite an agency. I had seen a different girl through them before and had spoken with the organizer a few times, so it felt like they were a safe bet. I called to see if they had any incalls available that were accessible via public transit or walking as I didn't have a car, and wasn't working enough to be able to pay for taxis going both ways and an escort. The girl on the other end instead asked if I just wanted to be picked up. I was taken off guard, super horny, and knew my roommate would be back well before I could get a working girl in and out without explanation, so I said yes. In retrospect it was a terrible decision that worked out well, sometimes it's good to be lucky. It was a different woman's voice than the one I had been expecting, in choosing to have them come pick me up, they knew my address, and they could've robbed me at any time or much worse even. It worked out though, but definitely changed the way I looked at the hobby.

Her driver came with her and another girl within about 20 minutes and picked me up. It was so strange. The driver was an older black man who was super business like, not the caricature of a pimp who I had seen through media. He was super cordial and polite with me, asking me questions to break the ice, but nothing too invasive. The girl I had been in contact with was an older blonde, maybe in her early early 40's. The other girl was a lot younger, maybe late 20's, brunette, and definitely more attractive to me at the time. I sat in the back seat with the older blonde purposefully sitting between me and the younger brunette until we arrived at near suburban apartment that wasn't accessible through any bus system. We all went inside and the older blonde shepherded me directly into one of the bedrooms there before I could muster up the courage to ask if I could see the other girl instead, or simultaneously even. We got straight to business, I pulled out the money and was very open with her about the payment in a way that I have never been since as we both knew there was no chance that either of us was law enforcement. I don't remember the cost, maybe it was $ or $. 2 (god prices were so much more monger friendly back in 2009), but I remember tipping her an extra. 2 and her intentionally keeping it separate from the other cash and saying that it was just between her and me. The actual encounter was nothing special, we did the deed, there was no rush, and I just remember really wishing I had seen the brunette instead.

When we left the room, the blonde was pissed. Apparently the brunette had taken the phone that she was working off of and accepted one of her dates, who was already long gone. She had sexed him up in the living room and only had a towel around her when we had come out. Apparently this was not the first time that this kind of thing had happened between the two of them. Another woman, whose voice I recognized as being the normal organizer mediated between the two girls, pointing out that the monger would've just left if he hadn't been seen. She looked high herself and was Apparently this distrust was what led to her taking the phone from the organizer in the first place and was potentially the link in the chain of events that led to me joining this whole little adventure. The driver then convinced the blonde, and by extension me, to come with him in the car to leave. Cooler heads prevailed, so I didn't get to see my first hooker fist fight, but I did join the driver and the blonde on a trip to the blonde's house. Met her teenage son, who the driver was going on and on about having grown up so much since the last time they had seen each other. It was oddly super normal, like an uncle and nephew reconnecting. I noticed the blonde being super protective of both her son and me, it was almost as if she had mentally placed me in the role of a significant other.

I had paid for a get together, but was entangled with the group for the whole afternoon. After we left the blonde's the driver took us back into the city. He offered to take me all the way home, but I asked for him to instead drop me off near a bus stop, as I told him I needed to run an errand. It was again oddly normal, like we were friends or something. The experience didn't sit well with me for sometime, not because of anything they had done, but instead because it felt so normal to me. I could easily see myself slipping into the mongering world in a different way. I was scared so I stopped using any providers for a while. Just kept busy with work and other bullshit. Maybe six months later I had a car and agreed to meet a provider in a suburb in the complete opposite direction of the city. I saw her a couple times and was chitchatting with her at the end of a scheduled session when a man came up to tell her she was way over schedule, only it turned out the man was the driver / pimp that drove me around the city before. He instantly shifted from a judgmental take of time is money to saying, "my man!" and giving me a hug. The whole thing felt surreal.

[Bkmsw]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

I have him on my ignore list. I enjoyed a few of his stories in the beginning. But honestly, I am on here for the purpose of exchanging information on women for my sexual gratification. I don't really have time for Penthouse stories.

B.

[Lookin4it]

hanginballs, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

thank you!

[Wenger]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

I keep expecting each post to start out "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but. ".

[Clint22]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

I could not agree more.

[HanginBalls]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

Maybe it's good or maybe it's bad news for you.

My stories ARE real!!

[Tela1980]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

Amen to that!!

[Chicago41]

HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.

[Jadedone]

What triggered your memory? The 3 cases of water and the bag of hard candy her cart?

LOL, that and the huge bottle of GermX.

[Sam Spade]

I saw her twice at the AMP, went out to dinner with my family and extended family and she was our waitress. We recognized each other after a double take haha.

That happened to me once. The old Micha's in Libertyville. After years of sucking I started hearing good things about it and went again in 2016 and went. FS Korean place where the mammasan would look in on you, before, during and after, to make sure you were having a good time with the girl. So in 2016 around Christmas I'm getting my present to myself and I got Nana, about 40, bigger than the other girls but good massage, good sense of humor and a hard worker, who was really, really making sure you were enjoying yourself. Funny thing about that I've learned over the years. We all want them young, but the older ones will usually work harder.

In the spring of 2017 Micha's closed, not because of the usual reason (although that usual reason caused all the others to close), but because the building was sold. No more Nana, and I did try to find her. Later I'm with family at a sushi restaurant just a mile away on Milkaukee, and who do I find is my waitress? No, she didn't recognize me as far as I can tell, just one more swinging dick. But I couldn't help but keep sneaking looks at her without being obvious. Consider that next time you eat at an Asian restaurant.

[Yardy00]

I also bumped into an AMP girl at Mariano's once too. It was one of those times where you see someone and recognize them, but not sure where from. Then it hits you! LOL. We both smiled at each other and went on with our shopping.

I saw her twice at the AMP, went out to dinner with my family and extended family and she was our waitress. We recognized each other after a double take haha.

[Jinurso]

I think most people who follow the massage thread know this already, but I went to CLM one day for the first time late last year and my masseuse turned out to be my ex. I didn't recognize her from the photos because they were taken at odd angles and she changed her appearance a lot from when we used to date. No, nothing happened. Too awkward.

Another time I ran into an escort I once saw at the swimming pool at my gym. It took me a while to recognize her but we kept looking at each other between laps and it didn't hit me until after she left. I still had her number in my phone so I texted her like "did I just see you at xxx gym?" She didn't write back, probably because that kind of mix between civilian life and pro life was a little too awkward.

But my favorite story was this time I booked an escort in Dallas. She kept pushing this threesome with a doubles partner. I finally agreed because she was so persistent about it. She comes over with her partner, and she's actually really good looking. I've had a few threesomes in my life and they're usually disappointing, but this one was great. It was a really fun contrast. The girl I booked was this kind of wild tatted up slutty type and the partner she brought was this librarian GND type.

We get to talking afterwards and the GND said that she was retired but she did this as a favor for her friend who needed some extra money. She said she already deleted her profile, all of her pics on the internet and was looking forward to being an anonymous woman working an office job she just started a couple of weeks before.

The next day I go to visit my customer. When I get to their office, guess who the receptionist is?

So much for anonymous!