I went to see this chic this morning. Text her about 4 days ago for her rates and such and she gave me some decent rates but when she told me her name and measurements, I figured she was someone else I've seen already. She said that she was 5'10 170 lbs and called herself an "Amazon". That's the same measurements and name the chic I saw previously gave me. I wasn't interested in seeing her again so I kept it moving. Yesterday though, I spotted her ad again, but this time there was a video attached.
The video didn't look like the chic I saw previously, so I figured this was a new chic. I text her yesterday for rates and location and she gave me the same rates, but the location of a hotel chain that I'm familiar with. It was a Microtel name hotel. That's the same hotel I got jacked in a few years back by a pimp and his bish on Jimmy Carter. This chic was staying at the same brand name hotel, but on the east side. Hmm. Well, I didn't go that Friday because I had things to do, but she text me Saturday morning asking if I still wanted to see her. I said sure in an hour or so.
An hour later I get there and trolled the parking lot of the hotel for a quick minute. I saw a black dodge charger with tinted windows that looked like someone was in it. That's the same black Charger I saw when I went to visit someone else at that same hotel a month ago. Review coming. There was also a young black dude in car right next to that one. It looked like someone was sitting in that Charger too but I couldn't tell. I parked my whip, then text her that I arrived.
She text me back telling me to meet her on the 2nd floor. Say what? I didn't like the sound of that at all. I never like walking to these rooms with my phone on me for obvious reasons. I don't want to get marked by the police or pimp. I text her back, "Ok", then left my phone in my car and took my donation and slab in a socket only. I gets in the hotel and walk past the Indian owner man looking at me before I head to the elevator.
I gets on the elevator and up to the 2nd floor. I buss a left and go all the way down the hallway and sees no one. I'm thinking at least this chic is sticking her head out of the door to see me coming down the hallway. That's what they usually do when they ask you to meet them on such and such floor. I sees no one, so I about face and head to the other end of the hallway. I gets there and sees maintainance ladies cleaning 1 room on each side.
I walk past them and all the way to the end by the exit door. I look out the exit door and what do I see, 2 girls and a dude out in the stairway. Hmm. They all had their backs turned to the exit door as I clearly saw 1 tall chic texting on her phone, while the other chic was right next to her. The dude was infront of both of them and it looked like another girl was infront of the dude, but I couldn't see too clearly. I only witnessed this for a good 6 seconds.
I immediately turned around and headed back towards the elevator. I got on and went downstairs to the Indian owner and his wife eyeballing the hell out of me. I could tell that they were looking at me on their camera. Hmm. I walked right past them and headed outside to my car. As I opened my car door, I sees my phone ringing but don't answer it. I look at my phone and see a missed call but no text from the chic. Hmm.
I text her back letting her know what I saw, then blocked her ass and headed out of there. Maybe I was over-reacting (yeah right), but I don't trust that Microtel hotel too much. I was getting a bad vibes from that hotel as soon as she told me that she was staying there. Like, what the hell are you doing outside of your room and behind the exit door. That can't your way of making sure that someone is not the police.
That makes no fucking sense at all. If I saw her coming from behind that door and telling me to go into such and such room, I would have never went in. Especially if I saw another girl and a dude behind that exit door. Smdh. Her and her girl's got several ads on Listcrawler. They got like 4-5 different phone numbers between the both of them. That should have been a clue right there. Smdh.
You arent the only one who said something is off with her. That means either she is autistic or she is so mentally damaged from being in that world and under control for so long she's just on auto pilot in a very bad way.
I have only came across 2 chicks like that in 10 years that gave me those vibes and I simple say nah here's 20 for your time and just left vibe.
I can't remember the last time I felt bad for fucking a chick. But I feel like a real shit for going through with this one.
This girl is offering qv 40 and two pops for 70. She has a fantastic ass, when she walks it looks like two bear cubs fighting in gunny sack. She has some big old DDDs and she's not too bad in the face. I'd put her age at about 25, nice soft skin, long black wig and doe eyes. Why, you say if she's all that and for 40 do I feel bad? Shouldn't I be doing cart wheels and pulling another 40 out of my pocket? Well, maybe some. But this chick is not right. I'm not a Dr. But I would swear she's autistic. She barely spoke, barely made eye contact. She hardly responded to my witty banter. She wasn't angry really, she just wasn't there. I would put it off to drugs, but I just didn't get that vibe. Anyway, I got naked, she got naked and DAYUM she looked good. She laid across me and gave a really nice CBJ for about 10 minutes. It felt good, but I couldn't get it out of my mind that it was just somehow wrong. Fellas believe me when I tell you, I almost never feel bad about ANYTHING. I'm on par with a sociopath when it comes to guilt or remorse. But I got to tell you this one got to me. Whoever her pimp is, (and I suspect it's the Hispanic fuck that stands outside by his car with his back turned pretending to not watch you in the window's reflection). I've been to that hotel a few when Kentucky Mandy was around these parts and I remember his punk ass. Anyway. He should have his ass handed to him for pimping this girl out. I ended up getting behind her and enjoying the view as I unloaded in the bag. When was finished, she got on her phone still not making eye contact, still only peripherally responding to anything I said. I got dressed and left.
I may have just been reading too much into it, she may just really hate what she's doing and since it's only 40 a trick she doesn't give a fuck about reviews or returns. Anyway. That's my report. So I'm going to go drown my sorrows in some Latina pussy tonight. I'll report on her later.
I completely agree with you this woman. And besides weed at the time she wasn't doing any other drugs. I find it hard to believe that she's the one picking up the phone and conducting the set ups and not a friend.
I can't remember the last time I felt bad for fucking a chick. But I feel like a real shit for going through with this one.
This girl is offering qv 40 and two pops for 70. She has a fantastic ass, when she walks it looks like two bear cubs fighting in gunny sack. She has some big old DDDs and she's not too bad in the face. I'd put her age at about 25, nice soft skin, long black wig and doe eyes. Why, you say if she's all that and for 40 do I feel bad? Shouldn't I be doing cart wheels and pulling another 40 out of my pocket? Well, maybe some. But this chick is not right. I'm not a Dr. But I would swear she's autistic. She barely spoke, barely made eye contact. She hardly responded to my witty banter. She wasn't angry really, she just wasn't there. I would put it off to drugs, but I just didn't get that vibe. Anyway, I got naked, she got naked and DAYUM she looked good. She laid across me and gave a really nice CBJ for about 10 minutes. It felt good, but I couldn't get it out of my mind that it was just somehow wrong. Fellas believe me when I tell you, I almost never feel bad about ANYTHING. I'm on par with a sociopath when it comes to guilt or remorse. But I got to tell you this one got to me. Whoever her pimp is, (and I suspect it's the Hispanic fuck that stands outside by his car with his back turned pretending to not watch you in the window's reflection)..
I saw her once and it was amazing too. I can't afford that either but treated myself that day. I used to reach out to her at least once a year. She responded about two years ago saying we need to meet again. She actually remembered me without a doubt. But me too. She never responded again. It's about that time to send her an email this year. Yeah. . . Bday present for myself. LOL.
P.S. If anyone does contact her, let us know. Pm or on here or whatever.
Ah, darn it. She popped up about 2 years ago and emailed me saying she was going to ease back into the business and would be in touch, but no responses to my emails and now her emails are no longer valid. Is she not under the radar or anything like that? No way to reach her?
I can't remember the last time I felt bad for fucking a chick. But I feel like a real shit for going through with this one.
This girl is offering qv 40 and two pops for 70. She has a fantastic ass, when she walks it looks like two bear cubs fighting in gunny sack. She has some big old DDDs and she's not too bad in the face. I'd put her age at about 25, nice soft skin, long black wig and doe eyes. Why, you say if she's all that and for 40 do I feel bad? Shouldn't I be doing cart wheels and pulling another 40 out of my pocket? Well, maybe some. But this chick is not right. I'm not a Dr. But I would swear she's autistic. She barely spoke, barely made eye contact. She hardly responded to my witty banter. She wasn't angry really, she just wasn't there. I would put it off to drugs, but I just didn't get that vibe. Anyway, I got naked, she got naked and DAYUM she looked good. She laid across me and gave a really nice CBJ for about 10 minutes. It felt good, but I couldn't get it out of my mind that it was just somehow wrong. Fellas believe me when I tell you, I almost never feel bad about ANYTHING. I'm on par with a sociopath when it comes to guilt or remorse. But I got to tell you this one got to me. Whoever her pimp is, (and I suspect it's the Hispanic fuck that stands outside by his car with his back turned pretending to not watch you in the window's reflection). I've been to that hotel a few when Kentucky Mandy was around these parts and I remember his punk ass. Anyway. He should have his ass handed to him for pimping this girl out. I ended up getting behind her and enjoying the view as I unloaded in the bag. When was finished, she got on her phone still not making eye contact, still only peripherally responding to anything I said. I got dressed and left.
I may have just been reading too much into it, she may just really hate what she's doing and since it's only 40 a trick she doesn't give a fuck about reviews or returns. Anyway. That's my report. So I'm going to go drown my sorrows in some Latina pussy tonight. I'll report on her later.
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