Redheaded Stephanie--Deja Vu
About 4:30 PM yesterday, I picked up a stunningly beautiful, freckled girl with long, flaming red hair and a husky voice between Tower and Jay's. She was a little short, in her mid twenties, maybe, and very pretty. She wanted forty for a BJ, but I would not go above thirty. She moaned, whined, and begged for more, but then agreed to thirty when I threatened to let her out.
It was light out still, so I let her pick the spot. As we approached, I realized I had been there before with her. Then I recognized that she was Stephanie. Last time I picked her up, while she went down, she complained every time I touched her chest or ass. She kept stopping and asking me to hurry up. Whenever I got close to finishing, she would gripe or whine about something or ask me to hurry. I remembered her technique was poor. She was cold and mechanical. She was so annoying, I kicked her out of my car without shooting my load last time.
This time when she told me her name was Stephanie, I said "forget it," turned around, and dropped her off. I saved thirty bucks and a pain in the neck. Gentlemen, she is very attractive, but I would avoid her.