Fucked by the IRS, Fucked by US Mail, Fucked by Big Red50
Yes Yes I am a bell ringer, last minute man, don’t do any thing to day you can put off until tomorrow. Well finishing up my 2006 personal tax returns at 11:00 PM EDT which allows me to get them to the Fayette Street US Post Office by 11:45PM EDT. Just drive by postal employees with bins offer curb side service to the lines of cars creating a midnight traffic jam. Hey I do my part I get there before midnight, no lines, no cars, no postal employees, Post office closed at 9:00 PM EDT, WTF. Get out my wireless laptop and the deadline is tomorrow 4/17/07 due to Emancipation Day in DC, I look at my Form 1040 filing Instructions and it clearly states 4/16/07 is the filling deadline WTF.
I am pissed I did something a day early WTF, first fucked by the IRS, then fucked by the Post Office, then fucked by the old wrong date routine. I am real pissed, I could go postal or get a drink, decisions decisions. It is time for me to fuck somebody, being conveniently adjacent to the Block at midnight, is this Karma or what? Drive Fayette Street to South Street to Baltimore Street and find an open parking place on the left, this is Karma again. The open parking is directly in front of the Club With No Name , I don’t think I have been here in 20 years. The last two Baltimore RT’s in December, I need help from attendees that were not as drunk as myself, did we go in The Club With No Name? Help me Doc, SF, BSR, Fool.
I go in to The Club With No Name, 1 patron, 3dancers and 1 barmaid the place is deserted. I need a f’ing drink, order a beer and a fine, fine, fine black dancer is coming off of the stage and heading for me. She is very pretty 22(finally saw her ID, you know the old fake name and then real name routine, I was not born yesterday, I come from the show me state) 34C-24-36 5-6 130#. Another black booty girl, Big Red might get lucky. Block Dancer(not her real name) starts rubbing my back, neck and other things; I flip for the lap dance. 2 this girl is grabbing little red through my jeans with that fine fine ass. She can clap her ass like RT Girl from the Last DC RT. Block Dancer(not her real name) goes down in the darkness of the bar, pulls my zipper down with her teeth and asks if she can taste my dick. This is the old are you A Cop test, I passed while Block Dancer(not her real name) is giving me a DT BBBJ at the bar. She stops and asks if I want to go down stairs, this is called suction, let me think, what do you want to do little red, but the big head asks how much, $ for the champagne and any tip I wanted to give.
So we go down into a small dingy basement changing room with a convenient mattress on the floor. The atmosphere and ambiance was shit but her attitude and service more than compensated for it. This girl was very cool and not pushy, I asked what kind of tip she had in mind, she suggested I lay back and think about it while she DTBBBJ and let me finger her fine sweet pussy, again this is called suction. I decide this could turn into a nice thing so I gave her $, that was the right incentive. DTBBBJ I mean with her tongue under my balls, stood up fucked her throat (this is Karma fellas), cover on Doggie, then CG, RCG, Mish, then head stand with me doing a inverted doggie if there is a better name for this let me know. That was it blew my load so much for Karma! She pulls off my rubber and cleans me off with her mouth DTBBBJTCNQCIM, Hoorah. She asked if I was pleased, wanted me to take her home, problem with BF Blah Blah Blah. Sorry sweetheart me casa es no su casa. She gave me her cell number, and real name, I said prove it she showed me her ID. She said she would meet me for a date at a hotel or any place of my choosing, she gave me her schedule and she said I could come by at end of shifts and pick her up. She was very accommodating lets see if digits work and attitude/service repeats.
Stats
Looks/body/attitude/service
8/8/9/9 she gets extra points for not using the standard block call: buy me a drink, buy me a drink, buy me a drink, buy me a drink…….
Well guys I had some eat in, I will try carry out later this week or next week and will report then.
Oh yeah my taxes are done a day ahead of time, I hate when that happens!
Big Red
The sacred and the profane
I visited Baltimore for the first time a few weeks ago and thanks to all the information on this forum, I made efficient use of my extracurricular time in the city.
First, the profane. I couldn’t leave Baltimore without visiting the block. After walking around a while, I went into the Glass Slipper about 11 one weeknight and was immediately approached by Hollywood, a large black woman. She gave me lots of options but I settled for a HJ at the bar for .4 (plus the obligatory drink for .2). She didn’t charge anything for the lotion she used. Even though it was kind of crowded and we were in the open at the end of the bar against the mirrored wall, I was able to roam freely and finger her as she jerked me off. My fingers ended up smelling more like armpit odor than pussy smell. I left there both excited and disgusted.
And the sacred. The next morning I had an appointment with Jill, the CMT who advertises on craigslist. She has a small room in an old office building in a nice neighborhood. Soft lights, soothing music, nice conversation, very thorough massage. I left there happy and tingling all over.