Walking out on a provider
Had an appointment with a provider, got there and was shocked that said provider wasn't done up with makeup to portray the look of their ad. I'm coming to see you based on what you're advertising, I don't want the plain jane look. I was disappointed so I walked out. Was I wrong for doing so?
S1.
Ray Del Puerco's Threesome
NYC, 1990's.
I'd seen Bridgette several times at the whorehouse where she worked and now she was on her own. I knew because that was definitely her picture on the Village Voice site, for a completely different neighborhood. She was one of the reigning BBBJTCIM queens of NYC, which is saying a lot. Even now, if you go on one of the NYC boards and mention her name, people remember her.
I make an appointment, then show up at her 5th-floor walkup. She greets me with a big wet kiss.
"Ray! I'm so happy you found me! Hey, would you like a double for the same price?
Huh? What's the catch?
"No catch," she says. "You remember Courtney from when we worked at Julie's together? Courtney, come out here."
And she does. "Oh, I know you," she said.
And with that the double is a done deal. Courtney is kissing me while Bridgette is demonstrating her topnotch oral skills. All is going well, and Courtney starts up with some patter as Bridgette starts fucking me.
"Check out her ass, Ray. Doesn't Janet have a nice ass?" Courtney asks.
Yeah, her ass is nice.
"Courtney, don't use my real name," Bridgette says.
"And she's so fine. Isn't Janet fine? I just love her, I'd do anything for her. She's like a sister to me. ".
"Courtney, I'm Bridgette here," says Bridgette.
"You got my back, right?" Courtney asks.
"Baby, you know I do," Bridgette says.
"But still," said Courtney, talking to Bridgette now, "you could've helped out more the other night. ".
"No, I couldn't," says Bridgette. "But I got your back. ".
And Courtney stops dead.
"Oh, you have my back?" Courtney says.
Bridgette stops bouncing on my cock.
"You know I couldn't do anything about that," Bridgette says.
"Oh, but you have my back? You would if you were a friend! That's not how a friend acts!
Courtney has jumped up and is halfway across the room, yelling. The good attention my dick had been getting is over.
"Honey, I couldn't do nothin' when you guys were getting arrested. This is a three-strikes state, and you know I can't do a third strike," Bridgette says.
Courtney has worked herself into near-hysteria, crying and screaming at Bridgette. They've both forgotten I'm here.
"OK, time for me to go," I say. Nobody is listening.
I put on my clothes and make for the door.
"Ron-Ron! Get up! We're out of here," Courtney screams. Her junkie boyfriend, who was apparently passed out in the next room, staggers out with a backpack and a duffel bag.
I am three flights below them when I hear Courtney and Ron-Ron exit the apartment. Courtney is still crying and yelling to nobody in particular. I watch from across the street as they exit the building, her screaming and him stumbling along in a daze. This is what life is like as a junkie: one minute you're sleeping, the next minute you're homeless and staggering out into the night with your hysterical girlfriend.
Two things occur to me, each more hilarious than the last, and I am laughing as I head to the subway.
First, this is not how I'd pictured my first threesome going. So, surprise!
Second, in all the excitement nobody asked me for money.
Time to retire the disrespectful phrase "Walk of Shame".
It frustrates the living heck out of me every time one of you guys says "Walk of Shame". What shame? You ashamed of being a normal heterosexual guy with a healthy sexual appetite who deeply craves physical intimacy with women? WTF?! You ashamed of the fact that since you are actively participating in this hobby it clearly marks you as a man who is successful enough in this dog-eat-dog world to be one of the fortunate few who has garnered sufficient disposable income to partake of our delectable providers? So you walk up the stairs at Nirvana or Happiness and people see you; shows you've got the courage and the balls to make a statement about who you are and the life you feel like living, and doing it right out in the open and screw what people think about it! Chances are, if passersby think anything at all, it's not that you're slime but rather that they wish they had your courage, self-confidence, and money! Okay if you're afraid of your SO finds out or other social repercussions, I can understand this. But that's not a shame problem it's a social bullshit problem. In which case we're talking two different animals IMHO. There's nothing fundamentally wrong with you for participating in pay4 play. There's a problem with how some warped minds in our society tend to view our hobby.
