Dawn-Nope, I will not be back
Well, I am being a contrarian. I saw Dawn earlier in the week. I ain't drinking the kool aid. Set up was easy enough. Texted back and forth. Set up a time. Confirmed hour before our meeting. Not particularly comfortable with her area of town.
I arrived and let her know I was there. Of course I had no idea what building and apartment she was in. Shhh! As we all know those are secrets until we get there. A few minutes went by again texted her that I was there. Crickets. Called, it went to VM. Texted again. Nada. 10 minutes later I called again--VM. Not real comfortable sitting in my car for 15 minutes in the parking lot of apartment complex in CV. I decided it was time to go. As I was leaving and I get the "Oh my phone is acting crazy". Funny it seemed to be working fine while we were texting.
16 minutes later " come to building __ and I will come to the glass door". I go in. She is a doll. I am preferential to spinners. Nice body. Pretty tatted up which I do not have a problem with. Although, I know this is stereotyping-but in my experience in the past several years heavy tats equate to heavy drug use. I could not tell for sure but I think she was wearing a wig. I wanted to grab it while we were doing doggy on the floor but decided not to. She does the cop check. We are in the living room. I noticed there are no doors just sheets hanging over the doorway. I felt like I was in a strip club. Loud rap music with all the lyrics which I can't repeat. We were making our introductions when a large black gal pokes her head around one of the sheets and asks her something. Oh that's just wonderful, we are not alone. So the black girl gets the bedroom and we get the living room couch.
We get comfortable on the couch or should I say I was trying to. I felt like I was sitting on a sack of potatoes. Not too comfortable -springs were popping out. I wonder what the bed is like? She starts this stripper lap dance which was nice and she started playing with Jr. She then pulls out a cover for the BJ. WTF! A covered BJ?. I should have paid attention to an earlier review. That is a cock blocker for me. I said let's DATY. She was very responsive-pretty sure she was acting. She was clean and seemed to enjoy it.
She gives me an abbreviated BJ. Then on to missionary on the lumpy couch. Finished with doggy on the floor. I had enough of that couch. As I was getting dressed I had the feeling I was getting rushed out. I was sitting on the couch putting on my shoes and the front door opens and the draft pulls the sheets open and I see several black guys coming in. Oops, she says "hurry you need to leave". She was having a hard time opening the sliding glass door. That's great I have a trig mid-term tomorrow and I am being chased by Guido the killer pimp.
Needless to say I will not be back -covered BJ and thugs in the back. No thank you! I pulled out of the parking lot rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice laid back with my mind on my money and money on my mind.