Random afternoon street pickup. Yes Danielle has been reviewed before and this IS her in Karls pix and review:
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Very cute face 28 why / o maybe 5' 2" 100# A cups with pretty hazel eyes and long auburn hair. Spinner type body. She seemed a little "off", so after the standard LE quiz I asked her if she was going to get sick anytime soon and if she was needing to get a hit."No", she said,"I'm fine." So I asked what was on the menue and she said "I'm up for anything"."Anything at all?" I said. Her reply,"anything but in the butt". (Once again I pondered the mutable meaning of that word,"anything". I'm starting to think it does not mean what I think it means.)
Cool, so we settled on a fare and off to my "place". Get there, clothes come off, she is a very slim little thing, but not CCL yet, but with some ok curves and a very sweet smelling unshaved pussy. I ask about DATY. She says,"I don't normally do that." There's that word again."anything". It definitely does NOT mean what I think it means. Well, since I know that very many problems can be solved with money, and she has passed the sniff test, I offer an extra Jackson for the DATY and voila. A very tasty pussy and she is shocked when she actually hits the high note. I ponder why they are always so surprised there must I guess be an unseen legion of men out there who have no idea how to eat pussy. WTF?
Anyway seven seconds after she comes she's starting to rush me. Good but very rushed mic work."Get the condom. Get on top. Hurry up and nut." And get this. MISH ONLY. WTF? No DS, no CG, no anything, anytime."I don't DO that 'cause it hurts." What? She's shaking a bit and I press her. And. Sure enough she had lied to me. She HAS missed her meds by an hour or two, and I am now THRILLED to be fucking a person who is holding back the puking shakes. Hurrah! OK. Done. Lets go.
Her story: She is miserably sick. Really bad cold as well as the H withdrawl. Her man (and I use that term loosly) lost a $2, 000 bet on the Ravens game that he has no way of covering, and he used HER ASS as collateral. Well the bookies are calling HER and it's knee-breaking time. She is off her meds because every $$$ she makes has to go to the bookies to prevent loser-boy getting his balls crushed. As if anybody that does this to any girl HAS balls. I am hearing this during her two phone calls on the way back. First from the collection dudes (shouting) , then from the boyfriend (begging and whining).
So as I drop her at her corner, loser boy intercepts her and takes the entire fare out of her hands. She shuffles back over to the corner to find another trick, crying.
Now I'm seriously effing depressed.
Digits available if anybody actually wants to get involved in this mess.
Faust