Single Day Valleywide Single Clique City Rip
I'm submitting this for the whoremonger special awards. As before when I gamed out my own personal best BBBJ in Vegas research project, it was time to work a theme. So the topic for this month's day of play was GOTHS / ALTS / INKED UP BUTTERCUPS.
There were some I couldn't reach, like 'Rocker Girl' on Tryst (if I recall). Abby misses the category for having trick-rolled me earlier this year, plus she's a skaterslut, not a goth. Jen the creampie redhead isn't eligible after word on the street scared me off her, plus she's in the set of girls our local sociopath in town (and this forum) seems to harass and stalk for the sake of not having outgrown 13 year old fear of girls. Now we take a moment for a public service announcement.
(Publis service sidebar: I don't see any girl this chucklefuck ever talks about, don't want him showing up or being near or hammering me for photos I've taken, or as in one case, setting up a date with a girl under an assumed name, leaving her stranded and having to sleep in lobbies and coffee houses until she can get to my meetup completely fucking zonked out and dumped. Yep, your dates are possibly being sabotaged by one of us here. Look at it this way: if we as a 'club' we could self-police, and thus somewhat ostracize this fuck, and I'm sure many who read this know about whom I speak. By analogy, we're members of a country club. Most of us keep the course in reasonably good condition. But one guy in the membership fears putting because he's missed the hole from two inches too many times, so he scars up the greens, pees in the sand traps and wipes his ass on the pin flag. This is a game. Call girl, fuck girl, pay girl, done. This isn't a hobby of working out your ingrown nuthairs after the fact. It's fucking simple, in it when you're in it, not when you're not, and if anyone is spending hours per day, literally hours, in a personal frenzy of stalking, writing hundreds of texts under dozens of burner lines, my advice is go fuck a Joshua Tree, leave the course for the players. It's noplace for bearded, fatass, 30-something loser ass loner clowns with private chessboards of girls he thinks he's moving about. Okay sidebar over.).
My tally was three in a day from the same clique / genre which I'm broadly calling 'goth' chicks, but really none are true goths. None of them could name a tune by Swans, could name Ministry albums or would get weepy over their favorite VNV Nation track. They just aren't mainline, dipshit, boring-ass Vegas girls.
Two of them are sisters, and I must say that watching them watch each other give head was hilarious. Then it was all personal curiosity--the pressure points in pussy were somewhat different when sampling via the double stack slam one / slam the other method. Also comparing genital morphology was a surprise, because on the four occasions I've fucked both halves of sister pairs previously, the vaginas were all but identical, fold for fold, pastrami slice precise. These weren't. This might require more study of twisted sisters. Also I'm kicking myself for not doing double piledriver with the sisters supporting each other back to back.
The third was Shae. She deserves a separate report, but I go so fucking long that I'm going to get accused of making a chick 'GPS' again by some dumbass. Shae knows her value, it's not me going to change it. Shae has blown up of late for reasons of being basically in a class above. She's dipping down into the world of sex work. She really belongs in alt fashion / indie clothing catalogs as an A-list model, or a Cosplay girl at Comic Con. I don't want to intrude a bit on this girl's life. She's fucking incredible, and may she be incredible after she quits, which I sense won't be long from now. Her decisions on her offerings are all about max money shortest time. She gets 200 booking requests PER DAY. I got through pretty much by begging. I imagined I'd meet a damaged girl reeling around vulnerable. In fact I met a sharp-minded thoroughbred who I'd speculate has more offers to sugar baby than any girl I've met, but who turns them down to stay in her own path. I taught her pile driver, at least. If anyone doesn't believe that pile driver isn't the best angle on a skinny girl, wise up. Shae was dubious, and she had a right to be. When I blew my load, I almost collapsed on her in a faint. I'm not a small dude anymore. I might have crushed her completely. She is absolutely class, and if you think it's strange to say this about a girl who offers BBFS, you're overestimating the caveman 'spread your seed' urge. Loading a girl up and leaving doesn't make a guy any better than a girl, or her drop in class, any more than the dude in the hallway leading to Hannibal Lecter hurling his jizz on Clarice Starling makes that psycho better than Clarice. Shae is not inexpensive, but she's a unicorn, and out of respect for her being rad, that's enough. Just trust me without many more details, and book time, and don't be a dick.
Then it was a re-play of one of the two sisters from the day before, solo, this time going 7 hours. I have some messages out about that, this being Isabel. Yes, Isabel was in fact the sister of another provider in town. She left after a hug, and I imagine she's gone for good.
So it was one two three goth rock, miles on the road, miles on my D, some minor retinal burn from vivid colored hair in my face for a day, and fresh insight on tattoos as I distractedly viewed them from every angle while I bashed pussy. Unexpected extra credit maybe for sister stacking. A good day being bad, all in all.
I felt I'd done the dirty enough, made for the pillow in my hotel room, but just then my regular girl called needing dough. I ubered her to me and slid the bed around the room going at her hard as I could to finish off the splurge with whatever splooge I could summon from my over-tapped sack. As I drove home, I heard from another old favorite as well. It was like the scent of my money was hitting the wind, but I begged off. The alt girls had taken all I had, and gladly, and may my dough buy them many a vape cartridge.
I may be the only one who gets away with this. But it's me
[QUOTE=RoboBubba;4558984]Any tips on how to pay a provider on a dinner date? I am visiting Vegas and thinking about setting up a restaurant dinner+room date. I understand (and accept) that provider wants to get paid at the start but am concerned that the opportunity to dine-and-dash is way too big. As I am looking for more than just a jump in the sack, I am doing my research and leaning towards established and mature provider which should lower the risk. Should I end up with a less established provider, any advice on how to pay that minimizes the risk? Half at the restaurant, half in the room?
Thanks for the input in advance.[/QUOTE]I would call someone, get screened, talk on the phone to lay out all the details.
We'll meet for dinner, then a little gambling and off to our room where her gift awaits. Nothing prior.
I have never gave her a partial gift when we meet, then another part while we order appetizers and so on.
I have always had my dinner dates play out like this and they never questioned this way. But then again, with 171 reviews on TER and over 20 whitelist, and with P411 Okays I guess there wasn't any doubt about me.
She's a junkie and a thief.
[QUOTE=MassageDude1;4556196]I saw her at the hardrock. Nice body tiny. Had a good time, ill see her again.[/QUOTE]I know this girl. She has a LONG rap sheet for theft and drugs. Big time junkie and big time thief. I would avoid at all cost.