Last Thursday, dark haired short white SW on Tenn
My first night in AC last week, I ran into a short, white, dark haired SW on Tennessee wearing tight spandex pants. She was thin and looked cute, with a nice apple bottom for a white girl. She nsisted I pay for a cab to get us back there, but promised me both bbj and FS for only 40 roses. Since she was hot, and no sign of drug use, I went for it. Took her all the way back to my place in the cab as she was yelling at the driver the entire time to drive faster. But she was feeling me up and allowed me to finger her ass and kitty in the cab, duscretely. By the time we got back to my room, I was rock hard but she refused to take any clothes off. After taking my donation, she pulls my pants down and starts a sloppy bbj before we can even get on the bed. She seemed very rushed. I told her lets get on the bed! Once I pulled away, she reluctantly got on the bed and finished me off with a nicer BBJ. No chance for FS and the fact she seemed scared to remove any clothes, meant she never hadany intention for FS. But her game was good once I got her in a more comfortable position lying down. I could have sworn she said her name was Emily, but she sounds a lot like some others on here described Jessica. I would not recommend despite her looks and clean appearance, due to crappy attitude and wanting to rush.
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Tuesday Report. This Got Weird. This Is A Long One.
Decided to make a trip to AC for the night. I was looking for the same BSW that I ran into two times before. She never once gave me any issues. In fact, she was very pleasant and EAGER. Always $30 for BJ & FS. Always a good time.
Then Tuesday happened.
Ugh!
Okay. Let me see if I can put this all into the right words to paint a good picture for everybody. Walk with me here.
First of all, it was jack ass COLD out there. I sent her a text last week to see if she was out. Got a response back "who is this". That was a red flag, because it showed she didn't save my number. But I brushed it off, because SW's generally have dudes beating down their doors all the damn time. No big deal. Whatever. Anyway, I get out there. Did the casino thing for a bit. Then I hit Pacific Ave. Sent the same text asking if she was out. No answer. Went along Pacific for about a half hour and decided to just go back to the casino to warm up when she just so happened to pop up right when I started to leave. I got her attention and she had absolutely no idea who I was. No big deal. We talked for a bit. Both of us complained about the cold. I said I was going to get a room. She said she wanted to go to my room with me for the entire NIGHT. That caught me by surprise. She never once mentioned money, so I jumped out the offer.
Right before we got to the room, she stopped me and mentioned something about her "addiction". All I could think to myself was "oh for fuck's sake. Here we go". She asked me to give her $20 to get. Something. From somebody on Pacific. I said okay and gave it to her (I know you're yelling calling me a fucking moron for this, but trust me. The stupidity didn't stop there, so save your daggers). She went off to get "it", and then some buggy eyed dude came up to me and said she needed another $10. The look I gave this dude would have made every comedy reel on the planet, but I kept brushing him off. She showed up and shooed the guy off. Sigh! Every right-thinking human would have just said "fuck it" and left everybody alone right then. But nope. It kept going.
So we finally get to the room. I swear, everything seemed fine. But the more we talked, the more shit just got weird. Turns out the $20 went to crack, of all things. She took one hit of the stuff and. Well. To say she got "paranoid" would be putting it extremely mildly. I mean, she was everywhere. She kept on talking about wanting ME to be comfortable with her doing it and comfortable with this and that. I kept trying to settle her down and told her I'm fine, and that I wanted her to be comfortable. She then said hitting that garbage made her "horny". Okay, fine! my stupid ass is over here thinking this night is going to be fucking great! Ugh!. Wrong! Now don't get me wrong, the sex was good and all, but the paranoia afterwards got ridiculous.
What happens next, I swear I wish I was making up.
I get a nut. She was kind of disappointed that I had the rubber on and didn't let her swallow it. Sounds like a dream SW, right? NO!! This fool. Sigh!. Not even 10 seconds after I get a nut, I'm in there huffing and puffing and tired as all shit. I told her I just needed to take a break, maybe take a nap, and she said that was okay and that she was going to nap in there with me. Exactly 10 MORE seconds later, her personality COMPLETELY switched up. She went from "okay baby lets rest for a couple", to, "so that's how it is? You're just changing up on me and trying to tell me you want me to leave? That's messed up. But it's cool. I see how you are. You aren't who I thought you were. You just got really fucked up on me". Once again, that look on my face. Comedy real. I had a hard time forming words because I didn't know where this shit was coming from, seeing as I'm literally lying there ass naked with a stiffy and nearly zero energy trying to catch my damn breath. I kept trying to tell her that I just wanted to take a nap and reminded her that she wanted to stay the night and we had the whole night to go again. Holy shit! This chick started getting upset, and I swear I thought she was about to cry. She was acting like I was turning on her after I got a nut off.
This is where it got weird.
I sat up in the bed. She jumped back. I said "wait a minute, that's not true at all" to all her accusations. She Aactyally said "see? Now you're getting aggressive. I don't need you getting violent in here. It's cool babe". As if she was scared of something. Not going to lie, I started checking around the room for hidden cameras, because I swear I was being punked. This was just unreal. The only thing missing was some random dude banging on the door to rob me or something. But this shit kept going. Mind you, she is the one doing all the talking. I had to stop her and actually break down the science of the male anatomy and explain to her that men normally fall asleep after sex. I'm explaining this to a fucking hooker! The more she talked the more paranoid she got. And scared. I did everything I could to ease her fears, but she ultimately got dressed and left. She said she was going to get freshened up at some chick's house and come back.
Before she left she asked if I could give her a little something for the road. I gave her exactly $48 dollars which she huffed at and then left. Now, I didn't mind giving her that money, because she has always been a really cool chick and never once gave me any problems. Only good experiences before this. And to be honest, even though I was a dumb fuck for tolerating all that crap, I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and blame all of that crap on the fucking "addiction" of hers, because she was cool as hell every time I've seen her without that shit in her system. But still. Holy shit! But on the bright side, more than likely she won't even know who the fuck I am the next time I decide to go out to AC again. Because when I woke up the next day, I got a response to the text message I sent her. "who is this?
I know you guys are going to have All types of jokes on me for this. LOL. Go ahead. I'm ready for it. LOL.
By the way, I got pictures. She actually told me to get my camera ready and posed for a few. I'm just mad I left my camcorder in the house.
Reading this crazy crap gave me an headache
[QUOTE=EthanX;4532805]Decided to make a trip to AC for the night. I was looking for the same BSW that I ran into two times before. She never once gave me any issues. In fact, she was very pleasant and EAGER. Always $30 for BJ & FS. Always a good time.
Then Tuesday happened.
Ugh!
Okay. Let me see if I can put this all into the right words to paint a good picture for everybody. Walk with me here.
First of all, it was jack ass COLD out there. I sent her a text last week to see if she was out. Got a response back "who is this". That was a red flag, because it showed she didn't save my number. But I brushed it off, because SW's generally have dudes beating down their doors all the damn time. No big deal. Whatever. Anyway, I get out there. Did the casino thing for a bit. Then I hit Pacific Ave. Sent the same text asking if she was out. No answer. Went along Pacific for about a half hour and decided to just go back to the casino to warm up when she just so happened to pop up right when I started to leave. I got her attention and she had absolutely no idea who I was. No big deal. We talked for a bit. Both of us complained about the cold. I said I was going to get a room. She said she wanted to go to my room with me for the entire NIGHT. That caught me by surprise. She never once mentioned money, so I jumped out the offer.
Right before we got to the room, she stopped me and mentioned something about her "addiction". All I could think to myself was "oh for fuck's sake. Here we go". She asked me to give her $20 to get. Something. From somebody on Pacific. I said okay and gave it to her (I know you're yelling calling me a fucking moron for this, but trust me. The stupidity didn't stop there, so save your daggers). She went off to get "it", and then some buggy eyed dude came up to me and said she needed another $10. The look I gave this dude would have made every comedy reel on the planet, but I kept brushing him off. She showed up and shooed the guy off. Sigh! Every right-thinking human would have just said "fuck it" and left everybody alone right then. But nope. It kept going.
So we finally get to the room. I swear, everything seemed fine. But the more we talked, the more shit just got weird. Turns out the $20 went to crack, of all things. She took one hit of the stuff and. Well. To say she got "paranoid" would be putting it extremely mildly. I mean, she was everywhere. She kept on talking about wanting ME to be comfortable with her doing it and comfortable with this and that. I kept trying to settle her down and told her I'm fine, and that I wanted her to be comfortable. She then said hitting that garbage made her "horny". Okay, fine! my stupid ass is over here thinking this night is going to be fucking great! Ugh!. Wrong! Now don't get me wrong, the sex was good and all, but the paranoia afterwards got ridiculous.
What happens next, I swear I wish I was making up.
I get a nut. She was kind of disappointed that I had the rubber on and didn't let her swallow it. Sounds like a dream SW, right? NO!! This fool. Sigh!. Not even 10 seconds after I get a nut, I'm in there huffing and puffing and tired as all shit. I told her I just needed to take a break, maybe take a nap, and she said that was okay and that she was going to nap in there with me. Exactly 10 MORE seconds later, her personality COMPLETELY switched up. She went from "okay baby lets rest for a couple", to, "so that's how it is? You're just changing up on me and trying to tell me you want me to leave? That's messed up. But it's cool. I see how you are. You aren't who I thought you were. You just got really fucked up on me". Once again, that look on my face. Comedy real. I had a hard time forming words because I didn't know where this shit was coming from, seeing as I'm literally lying there ass naked with a stiffy and nearly zero energy trying to catch my damn breath. I kept trying to tell her that I just wanted to take a nap and reminded her that she wanted to stay the night and we had the whole night to go again. Holy shit! This chick started getting upset, and I swear I thought she was about to cry. She was acting like I was turning on her after I got a nut off.
This is where it got weird.
I sat up in the bed. She jumped back. I said "wait a minute, that's not true at all" to all her accusations. She Aactyally said "see? Now you're getting aggressive. I don't need you getting violent in here. It's cool babe". As if she was scared of something. Not going to lie, I started checking around the room for hidden cameras, because I swear I was being punked. This was just unreal. The only thing missing was some random dude banging on the door to rob me or something. But this shit kept going. Mind you, she is the one doing all the talking. I had to stop her and actually break down the science of the male anatomy and explain to her that men normally fall asleep after sex. I'm explaining this to a fucking hooker! The more she talked the more paranoid she got. And scared. I did everything I could to ease her fears, but she ultimately got dressed and left. She said she was going to get freshened up at some chick's house and come back.
Before she left she asked if I could give her a little something for the road. I gave her exactly $48 dollars which she huffed at and then left. Now, I didn't mind giving her that money, because she has always been a really cool chick and never once gave me any problems. Only good experiences before this. And to be honest, even though I was a dumb fuck for tolerating all that crap, I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and blame all of that crap on the fucking "addiction" of hers, because she was cool as hell every time I've seen her without that shit in her system. But still. Holy shit! But on the bright side, more than likely she won't even know who the fuck I am the next time I decide to go out to AC again. Because when I woke up the next day, I got a response to the text message I sent her. "who is this?
I know you guys are going to have All types of jokes on me for this. LOL. Go ahead. I'm ready for it. LOL.
By the way, I got pictures. She actually told me to get my camera ready and posed for a few. I'm just mad I left my camcorder in the house.[/QUOTE]She was acting crazy for you can get upset and kick her out bastard was trying to get back to that bugged eye dude when I see a streetwalker with a dude / boyfriend I will not mess with the chick it's a red flag you should've cut her off when the bug eye dude came up to you wanting ten dollars. Do not mess with streetwalkers with a boyfriend you will always have problems.
