Exactly what happened to me 2 years ago
[QUOTE=Malabar]If I had the shekels, I still would not do it. Most of the girls are on rock. They're going to want their fix which means either I take them to their dealer or their dealer (and company) comes to the room. Not good either way.
If I leave them alone for any amount of time, when I return, I can be certain they'll have some friends over for a party. There's no way I'll be able to evict them without LEO getting involved. I also have to remember it'll be my name on the room paperwork if the hotel owners want to come after me for damages.
Take care
Mal[/QUOTE]Good call Mal, here is my story.
I told her no crack and no parties as I left in the morning. She assured me she had enough for "about a day". Really nice girl down in Fort Lauderdale. I leave the room for work and she is sound asleep. I swing by at lunch for a shot and there is a girl there who brought her a rock. A butch lesbo who absolutely hated me. I told my girl that I would be back in two hours and no one better be there.
So I come back in two hours and there are two dudes and one chick, the chick is her friend, not the lesbo. The dudes are her friends boyfriend and his brother. I send them off to buy beer so I can get some action and to get everyone the fuck out of my room. They get back and I say lets go by the pool and drink the beer. I lock the hotel room. As we are by the pool drinking, all these assholes stop by to "say hello" to the crew. Now I am thinking, how the hell do I get out of this with none of the shit happening that Malabar said would happen? I do not care about money, just getting out of the situation.
I send the crew to buy beer again and tell my girl lets go to the room for a BJ and as we are walking back out to the pool, I say "meet you out there, I have to take a shit". I go back to my room. I pack up all my shit because I can see what is on the horizon here for the evening. I gather up her few things and shove them in the hotel laundry bag, walk out and keep the door locked. I go back down and the party is in full swing, hang for a while and say, gotta go to my room and make a call.
I grab my stuff and hers, go out another door to the front desk, apologize to the front desk clerk for all the people who are now starting to get loud, and tell the clerk that my girl was an old friend who I had not seen in a while. I tell her I did not know she was going to invite all these people, (seven now) and that I was scared of two of them. I tell her I am checking out, the room is empty, nothing in it, and that no one by the pool at the brown table has a room. I give her a $50 for keeping things quiet and my name out of anything.
I leave my girls bag at the front desk, grab my shit, and put it in the car and check out. I tell the clerk, give me 10 minutes and you can run them all off or call the cops or whatever. I haul ass, never knew how it turned out.
So it cost me 3 cases of beer, $50, and an extra hotel room for one night when I had to go find another hotel. Not to mention the stress of dealing with these people and how to get out of the jam. I got laid one time and a BJ. Like Mal said NOT WORTH IT.