A) Rachel On Lincoln Is Great b) Villains Among Us
All of my reports are fiction. None of these events ever happened.
I did a pair of nights of Body Shopping, and have a report for you gents.
On the first night, I arranged, via phone, a date with Jessi of The Holy Trinity (a. K. a. Baby Jess). 25. It was a good blow job. It had to have been 10 minutes or less, but a minute or two prior to shooting, Jessi started making complaining sounds, which she does when she's about to quit. I admonished her to continue, and that I'm nearing orgasm. She did, and carried me through. 5. Afterward, she remarked, "I was about to call it. " I replied, "That was 10 minutes or less! Why would you end a blow job so early? She replied, cheerfully and in an amiable tone, "Maybe it's 'cause I just woke up. " The fact that she would be so eager to end a date with one of her most long-standing and loyal clients- and the one who, as she says, "made her famous"- speaks volumes. Beware. By the way, I gave her a lot of candy as we parted. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and Twix. Two of my handfuls. She then offered me $2 for more! I accepted, and offered the rest of the bag of Cups, and she happily agreed, stating that this will "be her breakfast"! At that juncture, I also informed her that a mix engineer who is in the highest echelons of the music business sends his regards to The Holy Trinity. He mixes music for some of the biggest musical artists in the world, and has been a personal friend of mine since 2001, and is an avid read of my posts on here. Jessi seemed unenthused, like she just wanted to get on to her crack-smoking and heroin-shooting. We parted ways. There is a reason these girls are on the street.
Next, I picked up Roxy, a 28-year-young Hispanic slore, who was standing on Greenfield, at around 20th street, on the north-east corner. She agreed to a donation of 20 for ten minutes of labor, plus 10 if I finish, and she submitted to my mouth check. After driving a couple of blocks, she said she doesn't do it without a condom. I suggested I drop her back off. She replied, "For you, I will. " Fantastic.
Upon finding a spot (because the spot we originally parked in became compromised), I asked if it's okay if I lay the 20 on the dash board, and she takes it afterward. She happily agreed. She then asked, "If I do a really good job for 10 minutes, can I get 25?" See? She waited until it was time to start, then tried to negotiate a better deal, when the time to negotiate was immediately when I picked her up and- negotiated. LOL I replied that if she does a really good job for 15 minutes, and I don't finish, I'll donate 25, instead of 20. Well, with my chode sitting on the pavement Jessi spat it out on, no more was forthcoming, but Roxy did a decent job, and obtained her 25. Had she kept rhythm, I would have shot again, and in less than 15 minutes. But, alas, she didn't, so I didn't. It is what it is.
On our way back, she had me make a couple of phone calls for her. I held the phone while it was on speaker. Stand your ground, gents. She asked if I'd take her to 20th & Layton. I hadn't cum, and she'd squeezed $5 out of me, so I said that I would for $5. She declined. Instead, she had me drop her off around a half-mile from where I picked her up at. You gents know that if a girl makes me orgasm, I'll tote her around for free anywhere in the county for up to one hour.
Next up was Rachel on Lincoln. 20. She sucked me for probably around 4 minutes, maybe less, then stopped, complaining about pain. I suggested we try the back seat. She agreed. She sucked me there for probably 20 seconds, then quit, because of pain, again.
I drove her back. On the way out, she hadn't been talkative, but on the way back, boy did she occupy the airwaves, bouncing from subject to subject, in an attempt to prevent me from piping up over the money I'd paid her. She had not taken any drug, so drug high was not the reason for her talkativeness. Once she paused for a second, I calmly and politely stated, "In my opinion, for less than 5 minutes of sucking, it would be the right thing to do to give me back 10 of those dollars. She thought for several seconds, and then agreed to. I then pulled out a ten and handed it to her, while she handed me the 20! She was not spiteful or resentful, either! So, even though I had to bring it up, she acquiesced readily, so I give Rachel my full support! If you ever pick her up, treat her well! She is a rare bird who gives money back when it's appropriate to! Don't abuse this good quality of hers. If she does her task, whether you nut or not, pay her well. Reward her for her good business practices by donating well to her. She deserves it.
The following night, I picked up one lone slore: Chella. As usual, I arranged this date via phone. This time, I told her that I'm leaving in 5 minutes if she's not out. She came out 3 minutes later, and asked me first for 10, then for 20, up front! She offered her phone as collateral, of course. I gave her 20 for her phone. Then I cruised for around 40 minutes until she was ready! I had decided that if I cum before she gets out, I will make her suck my limp noodle for 15 minutes to get her phone back! Ha! But alas, I did not find a date. I picked up Chella and pumped off into her face hole. 10. I'm not fronting her money anymore, though, because she makes me wait too long. On the way out there, I told her the story about Rachel, from the previous night. She sat silently. At one point, I remarked, "You seem like you don't like that story. " She giddily chirped, "I don't like that story. " I asked why. She said, "I don't give money back. " I asked her why she would support someone not giving money back after sucking for four minutes. She replied, "Some guys come in less than 4 minutes. " Anyway, we went back and forth over and over. I concluded by saying something to the effect that she's not a very nice person. I then pointed out that she's never done anything like that to me. So, while Chella has always practiced good business ethic with me, beware that she could be a viper, as she thinks like one.
That was my last date of the night. Four slores, two orgasms, damage of only 95. In another post, I will tell about the escapade that ended that trip to Milwaukee.