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Lady Passion: Ymmv (big Time!)
A few days ago, I read Baldy’s positive report and saw the fine pictures he took of LADY PASSION, the 6 foot 2 inch skinny chocolate girl with the big (HUGE) areolas wearing the trademark Baldy tee shirt. She looked terrific and sounded fine, so I thought I’d follow his lead and check her out in Hollywood. Damn! From what he said, she sounded like a good time all around. How could I go wrong? I made the first call, went to Santa Monica and Vermont, made the second call outside her building off Vermont on Lexington. She let me in and I followed her up to her apartment on the third floor, just like where Baldy said she lived. Watching that tight little butt walk up the steps in front of me on those long skinny legs had me feeling good all over. But that was about to change….real fast.
Her place was a real shit hole and a total mess inside. She asked for the money first, but since she got such a good review and I saw that picture of her in the Baldy shirt, I was fine with it and handed over 1.6 to show my good faith for the expensive half hour. She made some small talk and got undressed, letting those hanging floppers with the huge areolas fall from her bra, just like in the pictures.. There she was, tall, slender, naked and just what I was in the mood for.
I got undressed and she told me to sit on the mattress on the floor. Like I said this was a real shit hole. We’re sitting there talking, she’s like asking me where I’m from, keeping up the small talk and I’m answering, at the same time touching her arm, rubbing it lightly to relax her because she’s got both of them wrapped around her chest, like she’s trying to protect her titties. I ask to touch them and she says, "But don’t squeeze them too hard. I got a 4 month baby and they got milk." I say, "No problem. Can I have some?" She says, "No, that’s only for my baby. You can’t suck on them." I’m surprised as hell, but I say OK , no problem, and try to cup one in my hand to get a good look at least. She pushes my hand away and covers up again. "They’re for my baby" she says. So I’m sitting naked on this mattress in this dirty apartment and she’s got her arms wrapped around herself and her two "top assets". She’s also still got her cell phone clutched in one of her hands, like she’s afraid to let go of it. I ask her what’s going on? Why doesn’t she put her cell phone down? I’m calm and collected. I just try to tell her that all I came here for was a good time. I’m a good guy and what’s the problem? I ask her if she’s nervous, or is she like this with everybody, or if she’s got a problem with me? I was confused, but I was sure there was definitely a problem with what was going on.
At about this point, right on cue, the door of the apartment opens and a short, tough-looking little black girl, young, about the same age as PASSION walks into the room with a scowl on her face. I’m shocked and stand up. No one says anything, but PASSION hops up quickly from the bed and moves to the other side of the room and starts putting her clothes back on, like she’s been waiting for this person to arrive. I say to the friend, "What the fuck is going on? Who are you?" From the other side of the room, PASSION says to me, "You disrespected my baby. I told you I had a 4 month old son." I say, "What are you talking about?" and start to get dressed myself. The friend says, "You gotta go." I say, "No problem. Give me my money back." The friend shakes her head as if to say, "No way!" and then when I don’t leave and keep asking for my money, she says, "If you don’t leave, I’m gonna call the police" and takes out a cell phone. I say, "Go ahead! I’m not leaving without my money." She’s says to me, "You know why you came here. You want them to know that?" I say, "Go ahead. Make the call." When she hesitates, clearly bluffing, I pull out my cell phone and tell her, "If you don’t give me my money, I’ll call the police myself and they’ll bust your asses!"
I’m holding my phone, not quite knowing what to do with it at this point and try to negotiate for at least 100. I tell them they can keep the rest, I won’t call the police and we can leave as friends. PASSION finally agrees to give me 60. When I accept her offer (WRONG!) to take that amount, she quickly scurries into the little bathroom, like it’s part of a plan, while the little tough girl stands right in front of me, blocking me from following her. I’m almost 6’ and weigh about 190 and the little one was about 5’5" and 120 max. I was having thoughts of popping her fast and hard enough to knock her across the room and to go after PASSION who had my money, but I thought better of it. It could easily be a bad move to get violent here in this strange Hollywood room with 2 young and determined hood rats.
After staring into her mean eyes for about 30 seconds, while PASSION was rustling around in the bathroom (HIDING THE MONEY!), I push past her and stand in the bathroom door. PASSION says, "I only have 40 dollars in my purse. You only gave me $40". I say, "Give it to me!". She says, "You only gave me 40. I’m not giving you anything!" The little friend is close between us at this point, blocking me from getting closer to PASSION and the money. She starts to shout, "You get out of here now!" I make a fast move over her and grab at the two Jacksons that PASSION is holding up to "prove" to me that she only has 40 bucks (RIGHT!). I connect with half of one of the bills she’s holding and we tug at it, ripping it in half. At that point, PASSION, who is standing (at 6’2" for real….TOWERING) over her friend, suddenly raises a small knife, like a steak knife, and holds it over her head in a stabbing position and it’s aimed at me. They’re both standing there facing me with a knife and a look that is a mix of determination and fear. A bad combination in my book. I back out the door saying, "You two are pathetic".
The end of the story is that I was robbed of 160 sweet roses. Nothing more. Of course, I don’t doubt that Baldy had a good time with PASSION and that his report was accurate. But we all know what game we are playing and who we are playing with. BTW, I’m not a freak of nature as far as looks. I’m in my late 40’s, healthy, trim, have my hair, in shape, etc. In the past, I’ve had bored providers, clock watchers, upsellers. and a bunch of others who weren’t worth the price of admission. However, I’ve also enjoyed what in my own experience are the majority of terrific providers who leave me smiling from ear to ear.
This is a clear and unfortunate reminder of what we all need to remember….YMMV!!!!! LOL. less 160.
Down, but not out!
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