You said you visited her on the strength of two reviews in here.
How long ago were those reviews?
Happy Hunting & Safe Sessions!
SJ.
[QUOTE=Blue191;6383732]This is a painful report to write. I texted Nikki in an effort to arrange a 1-hour meeting, as she has two very positive reviews here. All went smoothly with our communication; she seemed genuine. I arrived at her incall (in Warrenton) at the appointed time, and was surprised to see that it was a rundown, tiny house at the very end of a narrow, relatively deserted street. I had an uneasy feeling about this, and know that I should have exited right away, but she was already outside on the porch, waving me in. In a *monumental* act of stupidity, I proceeded.
She said the house was her sisters, and that they were in the process of moving, and to please excuse "the mess. " She event made a cute joke about it, saying that she'd "do her best to distract me with her body. " We went into the house together and she guided me to a tiny room that had a curtain in place of a door. It was a complete shit-hole; once again, I should have gotten the hell out, but I didn't. After I placed the donation of 220 roses on a cluttered mantel over a defunct fireplace, she proceeded to strip and asked that I do the same. While I don't think her photos are terribly old, they're definitely art pieces in comparison with the reality, as they serve to mask a huge gut, crater-like cellulite, and missing / blackened teeth. After taking my clothes off and placing them on the floor beside the bed (there were no chairs or other furniture to use), she threw a rough blanket on top of the mattress and hopped on, beckoning me to follow.
No sooner were we naked together on the bed, chatting about what was to come, when the front door of the house crashed open and a huge, dishevelled man barged through the curtain to confront us. He appeared deranged wide-eyed, screaming obscenities at us, and threatening violence. And from the looks of the rags he was wearing and the bits of lint sticking to his dishevelled hair, he seemed like a man with nothing to lose. I jumped off the bed and he lunged at me wildly, falling to floor. He righted himself, standing about two feet away from me, and proceeded to shout at the top of his lungs for me to get out and threatening to "beat my ass. " Nikki, meanwhile, cowered silently in the corner. What happened next is a bit of blur to me, but I did my best to get my pants on and gather my things and hightail it out of there. I managed to get past him, out of the house and to my car, while he directed a verbal onslaught at her.
I hopped into my car still barefoot and managed to drive off. I got no more than a mile or so, navigating maybe three different streets, before coming to a stop sign and waiting to make a left turn into traffic. A glance in my rearview mirror revealed that the man was in hot pursuit in his own car. He pulled up behind me, and I could see he was still screaming, brandishing his fist out the window. He proceeded to get out of his car and ran up alongside of mine, shouting threats. Luckily, I was able to make a quick right turn and get away. I drove for a couple of miles in an evasive manner until I was confident I'd lost him, and then stopped in a parking lot to finish getting my clothes on.
Much to my horror, my wallet was missing. So I texted Nikki, asking if she was all right, and informing her about the wallet. She immediately returned my text, saying she was okay; a couple of minutes later, she texted again, saying she had my wallet, and that if I came back, she'd meet me at the end her street and give it to me. Via text, she apologized for what happened and said that the man was, in fact, her husband, who was recently home from prison. I drove back and waited, and within a minute or two she came by car, with another woman. She passed me the wallet (wrapped tightly in a plastic bag) through her car's window, said nothing, and sped off. I soon discovered that she'd removed all the cash (about $100), but at least my license and credit cards remained.
About twenty minutes later, as I was driving home, I received another text from her, saying how sorry she was that this had happened. I took the opportunity to text back, asking that if she was so sorry, why she'd not only kept the original 220 roses, but also taken the cash from my wallet. She responded by saying she'd be back in touch "when it was safe," and that she'd "repay" me.
In meantime, without missing a beat, she's back on STG, posting her availability. I've received no further word from her.
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