Monday, August 30, 2010

The Bad Date

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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