If you are a working girl you know the term bad date. We call our time with a client a date. It's a stupid term really because isn't a date with someone you wish to find out more about? Someone you like or hope to like?
One night I am standing there. This car pulls up. Now I am used to making a choice with my eyes. I have learned not to be high on crack while working. This guy looks good. So I get in, he asks the price and I say how much it costs. He says I am a rip off. I said it is the price. So he pulls into a dark area and he gives me the money. I start to work but he grabs my hair. He makes me go faster and calls me names. He pushes his cock deep in my throat till I choke. It does not matter to him about me. Just I service him. It is taking longer than normal and he gets angry. He says I am a dud. I can't do it for him, so he wants his money back. He shouts at me in the car and threatens me, so I give him his money back. I go to leave the car and he makes the locks go down. He laughs and says he can do what he wants to do with me, but I start to scream and pound the window. Finally I get out of the car and he drives away fast. It is my first bad date. I would have many more
After this, I just strip. I take some time away. At least in the strip club if some man bothers you too much you can tell the bouncer and he's gone. In a car you cannot. I have learned a lesson. You cannot judge a man by how he looks.
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