I had a similar experience with her, minus the guy with the knife confrontation, but I think he was in the other room.
I parked near the fire station, she walks down the street to meet me. It's the woman in the photos. I notice that her teeth are messed up, she is talking fast, and keeps repeating herself. During our brief visit, she wanted to discuss hard substances, hence the behavior and teeth. I give her the half hour donation, she asked me to sit on the couch and get comfortable. I ask about using the bedroom, she says her roommate is there. She puts a condom on me for a CBJ, pretty soon I figure out that is the only thing she was planning to give me. I asked if we were going to fuck, she says 50 more. I don't like this, but the hh rate wasn't high, and she has a decent body for being at least 40 years old, so I give her the 50. She strokes me a bit, but won't lay down to fuck, only wants to sit on me. Then I notice light coming from the bedroom, which tells me the door is wide open. At this point with all the nonsense of her behavior, the bait and switch of services, lack of privacy, I decide I want to leave. This was about 15 minutes in, the only thing I got was 60 seconds of CBJ. I asked for the extra 50 back, she refuses, mentioned roommate. I get the picture and leave.
She's a ripoff, I suggest avoid.
Another woman on escort babylon that goes by Jaden does the same thing. Quotes you a reasonable hh rate to get you in the door, but all you get is a CBJ, nothing else.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same...
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Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.
Glad to hear you got away safely.
Never been robbed myself but you make some very valid points in your takeaways.
As someone who faced a cracked out bit*ch waving a big ass knife once (SW report #2774 & also coincidently named Nikki).
I'd almost rather face a gun. While getting shot is nothing to joke about the thought of multiple stab/slash wounds seems more scarier & intimidating to me.
Good takeaways. Get the pepper spray. Since my rob, I keep it in house & in ride. The one I linked to is small & easily concealable to throw in your pocket or ride.
Posted her picture in case her ads go away (fucking List Crawler). This forum is forever.
Thanks for relating your story & glad you made it out safely. Be well dude.
Re: pepper spray- found a keychain / cigarette lighter sized one. Ordered a couple.
And re: Listcrawler and disappearing posts- that's why I didn't bother posting about it over there.
I've got a long tna history- 12 years, probably 500 appointments, well over 100 reviews- way more before they nuked the site a couple years back and came back strong. I didn't move them over in the longhand method. Oh well.
ZJ, Trailblazer, BB H, Milky and the rest who read- thanks.
Been in the hobby about 12 years and first time I've ever had true fear. A drugged up pimp is a scary proposition and I fee damn lucky to have gotten off so easily.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.
As someone who faced a cracked out bit*ch waving a big ass knife once (SW report #2774 & also coincidently named Nikki).
I'd almost rather face a gun. While getting shot is nothing to joke about the thought of multiple stab/slash wounds seems more scarier & intimidating to me.
Good takeaways. Get the pepper spray. Since my rob, I keep it in house & in ride. The one I linked to is small & easily concealable to throw in your pocket or ride.
Posted her picture in case her ads go away (fucking List Crawler). This forum is forever.
Thanks for relating your story & glad you made it out safely. Be well dude.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.
This is why I'm sticking to the very well reviewed and more pricey providers on TNA PD and HX. I don't ever want to go through something like that. Alot of people here ask for her so its good you put this out and sorry that happened to you.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.
I had seen her awhile back and she was open to everything. Drugs are a *****. I had a similar situation with one lady who was getting rob alerts left and right.
I now make sure to see only providers with some positive rep. If there is a new lady I text a bit. Usually tyrones get angry after two texts, get pushy.
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Peace.
Thank you so much for sharing PdxHuskie and so glad you were not harmed. This is an example of why I am ultra careful with list crawler and very rarely get brave enough to try them.
Decent text rapport, fair donation schedule didn't raise flags, pics pretty accurate, and that's where the goodness ends.
Arrived at intersection she gave- SW 30th & SW Barbur.
Waited for call. Called 5 minutes late and said was on foot, walking from incall, please drive towards fire station (west) and you'll see me. Did so, she hopped in passenger seat and directed me about a block away to a complex mostly hidden from the street on south side of street.
We walked back to her door, entered, she asks me to get comfy as she pulls off her sweats (cold morning) & rolls on the exact stockings in add. In living room w loveseat and couch- she says we can't use bedroom due to sleeping roommate (LITTLE HEAD WAS IN CHARGE AT THIS POINT) which has happened before. She grabs a toy and starts playing w herself and asks me to do same.
Casually drops sealed condom on coffee table, I begin rubbing a bit w much view of toy show. Hard now, she (terribly) applies condom and begins a terrible CBJ. I ask her to slow down and watch the teeth and she complied. Nicely hard now, she says head is it and if I can't cum from BJ I can whack off.
I tell her that's not what we set up or what I want, hour was halfway up- just give me back around half the $ and I'll leave. She starts getting a little louder, I remain calm. She refuses to refund cash and I've decided that's it. I'm going to go. As I reach for my underwear, Tyrone comes out of hidden bedroom. He looks like comic Kevin Hart w bigger belly, sweats, T-shirt and a curved blood groove equipped belly ripper knife in right hand, nearly concealed but subtly flashing some shine.
He says "ok you got your fantasy, now get the fuck out" 2-3 times in quick succession showing me he's as nervous as I am right now whips MORE dangerous than a relaxed criminal.
I was an all state wrestler, was a bouncer in some tough bars in The Bronx, NY and without a knife, I'd've wiped the floor with this guy. But I'm not on drugs, I don't have a death wish, and my health insurance is terrible and I was thinking how would I explain if I lived long enough to get to the ER. (BIG HEAD FULLY IN CHARGE AGAIN THANKFULLY).
I say OK, let me get dressed. He didn't argue so I quickly got all my clothes on and as I walked towards door he comes up behind me and shoves me in back w left hand hard enough to trip forward but I regain my balance much quicker than he probably expected and said "if you want me out, don't fucking touch me. ".
I get door open and am in fresh air (heart rate prob 130 now as I'm trying to control the adrenaline coursing thru my body).
He's followed me out.
It's at least a 75 yard walk to street and he's keeping 3-4 steps behind.
As I get about 10-15 yards from street he stops and backs up a step. (Camera for apartment complex maybe?) and I get to car and GTFO quickly.
Takeaways?
- I'm taking a break from hobby w anyone I don't know for at least a bit.
- When Spidey sense tingles, LISTEN.
- Bring NOTHING into an appointment you can't lose like your wallet, I'd, work keys, etc.
- No more private I calls w strangers. At least in a hotel there's a little neutrality.
- Probably carrying pepper spray from here on out.
Be careful out there fellas. And ladies with pimps who read this- pooners aren't usually robbers. Pimps will rob you as quickly as he robbed me, USING HER AS BAIT.
Has anyone seen this one? She's been posting on and off for over a year and her ads either say she trying to catch her first white Dick or she is breaking her four year celibacy? LOL. Tried to hook up once, but she ghosted and I've never heard or seen any reviews. Everything covered but all holes available supposedly.
I told her after about 10 minutes that it just wasn't going to work. I grab my stuff quickly and bailed. About 15 minutes after I left, Tyrone texted meBlowing up my phone about what the problem was. So I told him I gave her about a $100 more than I really did. Wonder how she talked her way out of that. LOL.
Fair point.
But when thinking of the alternate universe of hookers & their Tyrones, I'm always reminded of that Charlie Manson quote.
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