The foolproof way of preventing things from happening.
[QUOTE=WillowRut;1706812]That does not sound like her. Something must have happen. I will bet you anything she will make it up to you. Yes she is a crack head but also the queen of head. I take her to hernfriend after the job is done. Not before.[/QUOTE]These things never "happen" when you have all of their belongings in your possession as collateral and an exact time agreed upon when you'll drive away. I agree that she is a great provider and will make good on whatever she owes a client; but if he had had a purse full of goodies as collateral, she would have zipped right back out on time. I have lent money out to my most trusted providers many times, but I have never once done it in the form of a loan so they can go in and get drugs before a date. I front $10 or $20 toward the date if I have enough collateral to where if they don't come back out, I win. This way, they know they don't get their belongings back until my cock is down their throat.
The Established Official Modus Operandi Of Hookers In The Case Of A Dead Trick
[QUOTE=Lonelyguy128;1805409]By stay safe do you mean be careful shooting heroin into your body? That's what the article in this morning's paper said happened. The guy bought and shot up heroin in front of the provider and he bought cocaine for her. He OD'd on the heroin according to the provider's statement. Yes she and friends hid his body and used his car and credit cards, but he was already dead from his own actions according to the report.[/QUOTE]It's like I always say: Some day, some smart young lady is going to give me a heart attack with her delightful techniques, then promptly divest me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
The hooker's modus operandi is clear, based on countless news stories both locally and nationally, for decades: When a trick dies in her presence, she stuffs his corpse in his trunk (if they're in his car) or closet (if they're in his home), and uses his car or house as if it's her own personal property until the police arrest her. But like Lonely Guy said: If you die by your own actions, the hookers aren't really committing any grave infraction against you by hiding your corpse and using your belongings. Perhaps they are infracting against your heirs, which in and of itself is egregious. But a corpse is a corpse. If a hooker dies of an overdose in front of me, Lord knows what I would do in the time before the paramedics arrive.
Passing Through Town And Back On A Business Trip
Hard chronological data:
Jen car date BBBJ BLS CIM WS 30.
Michelle car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I was passing through Milwaukee on business Wednesday night and needed to ejaculate, so I called up Jen. She had me come meet her where she was sitting in a car with two men on 22nd street, between Greenfield and Orchard. After a couple of minutes, she came over and got in, and we repaired to a spot of mine. She wanted 20 fronted so that she could buy drugs, but with only her phone and a crack pipe to her name, I refused. She seemed offended by my lack of trust. If it's any consolation to her, I've never fronted money to anyone without a good amount of collateral in my possession. Loan, yes, including to Jen plenty of times, but never front.
We repaired to a spot I don't think I've ever used before, but which I got the idea of as we drove by, and for which I solicited a concurrence from Jen, as she has used that lot numerous time. Her last few blow jobs have been more and more lackluster, but she is still licking and sucking my testes on her own volition, taking direction well (which I didn't used to have to do with her, mind you), and making me shoot. By and by, I ejaculated into her mouth and dropped her off and drove to my that night's destination and slept. In my car.
Since Erika's absence, Jen has been picking up more business from me. Jen is one of the wores who I think of first when I need to ejaculate, whether I'm looking to do so in a mouth or a pussy.
I awoke Thursday morning and had a good day of business. Then on my way home, of course I stopped in Milwaukee to relieve myself again. First I picked up Erin off of 16th and one of those cross streets between National and Greenfield. It has a liquor store on the south-west corner. Erin was turning me and everyone else down and proceeded into the liquor store, making a shoeing gesture as she said "no". I retorted that I will be waiting for her out there. I parked so I could see both the front and side doors, in case she tried to escape. After around ten minutes, she reappeared and came out, and I told her to get in, and she did. She dilly dallied at a gas station, then at a trap house. I left her high and dry at the time I warned her I will, even though she was begging me to stay and admonishing me for not having stayed afterward. I had not fronted her anything. She left some unopened containers of alcohol in my car which are mine now. I will give them to friends or to wores who do good dates with me. If Erin does a good date with me and I still have her shit, I will give it back. Ask Erika how it goes when you leave stuff in my car and you don't come out and do the date.
Eventually, I called up Chevy's mom. She came out of the house promptly and was already outside when I pulled up. What a breath of fresh air! Almost all of the other wores make you wait. Michelle gave me the kind of blow job I like, and which you guys hate: fast up and down from beginning to end! To be fair, I enjoy them to start out soft and rather slowly, but only in the beginning. But I'll take one that's fast all the way through over one that's not fast at all any day. I absolutely love having a chick's head bobbing up and down fast in my lap, while she's employing delightful, tight suction. After perhaps 7 to 10 minutes of hard labor, Michelle pumped out my torrent of sperm and swallowed it all! I dropped her back off and drove home.
Body Shopper.