Damn! Glad you made it out
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This ***** goes by Nikki, at least currently.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.[/QUOTE]I had seen her awhile back and she was open to everything. Drugs are a *****. I had a similar situation with one lady who was getting rob alerts left and right.
I now make sure to see only providers with some positive rep. If there is a new lady I text a bit. Usually tyrones get angry after two texts, get pushy.
Glad you are ok man.