[QUOTE=JakeBass;4535145]Anyone meet up with this one?
[URL]http://waterbury.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/caucasian_w/come-play/563045324020[/URL][/QUOTE]Hey, team,
I texted back and forth with this one for a little over a day. She said all the right things. Nice, personable, accommodating. Made a date to meet at a Waterbury hotel Sunday night. As I pulled in, she gave me the room number before I even asked. I went to the room and knocked. No answer. Knocked again. No answer. Knocked a third time. Waited. Nothing. So I left. Get back to my car, send a text saying I don't understand and pull out. Get a text back apologizing and explaining that she was in the shower. Okay, I appreciate that. I'm skeptical, but go back. Knock again. Nothing. Go back to my car. Leave again. She apologizes in a new text and says she is ready. I tell her I am not coming back until I see her open the door ahead of time and walk out onto the walkway. It's a hotel with exterior doors, she was on the second floor. She does as asked. Instead of doing the smart thing, I park and head up. She is larger than the pics. You can't see in the photos that she has a huge stomach. She is pleasant looking, personable and appears clean. The weird thing is she is wearing a huge heavy outdoor coat with a furry hood that is open to shoe a sheet top with no bra and sweat pants. The boobs are massive. As I had approached the room she was talking on the phone. I asked who it was. She said it was her sister who is actually the one I was texting and that the sister handles setting up the appointments. I hear that, I am done. But I am in the room and she had made a big show of closing, locking the door and securing the little hinge thingie. I'm figuring I am stuck, cum and go. Make the best of it. I head to the bathroom and note that the shower is bone dry. She tells me that she had been asleep and didn't hear me knocking. I come out of the bathroom and she asks me to grab a boob as an LE check. I do. It feels nice. She excuses herself to hit the bathroom, still in overcoat. That's my chance to leave, so I take it and get out of Dodge. Out the door, down the stairs and up to Wolcott to do the reliable older chick.
This woman is definitely being managed. It's funny because whoever does the texting she told me she was in the business less than a week and every time I mentioned something like GFE or DATY she asked what that was. But the reality is there is a pimp and who knows what else, and they know exactly what they are doing. Shit like that just makes me uncomfortable. She also looked very familiar, like someone who used to post in the past. Her face looks different in person when she is not holding one of those severe poses. The evening may have turned out as a decent session, or I may have dodged a bullet. I'd rather not take chances like that.
