So this happened…
I just had a regular customer front me money for an overnight stay—and at a deep discount. Since he’s been a regular for years, I was giving him an overnighter for the price of an hour of GFE because he was begging for a birthday present. It’s not like I get a bunch of birthday presents. This guys obsessed. In fact, he’s the guy I wrote this post about him showing up to my place uninvited. He even admitted it in the comments. Let’s see if he cops to this one.
I was giving him an overnighter
The trouble started in the afternoon when he started texting me from his house around 2:00 asking when he could come over. I reminded him that this was an overnight stay not an all day affair. Still, he was blowing up my phone.
I reserved a room because I don’t feel comfortable even letting regulars stay overnight at my place. Around 8:00, when he texted again asking when, I told him soon. Come 9:00, I was situated, and told him it was OK to come up to my room.
I thought it was the cops
Dude comes up literally banging on the door. To tell the truth, I thought it was the cops, but when I saw who it was and opened the door, he was ranting in the doorway that I said soon at 8 and it was 9. And he started asking for the money he fronted me back.
I’m a slut whore. Really?
When I laughed at him, he started raising his voice and trying to embarrass me or something broadcasting to the world that I’m a slut whore. Really? I had to call the desk to get him to leave—and I gathered my shit and left shortly after.
He was blowing up my phone the whole time—calling and texting, texting and calling. He was still stewing in the parking lot, and he saw me flip him off as I was leaving.
I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t need a boyfriend. And if I had one, he wouldn’t be around for long acting like this.
Don’t be a prick
First: Don’t be a prick. I was ready to give it up to him, but that’s no way to get a woman in the mood—not even a whore you are paying for.
Second: Don’t be a prick. You don’t get to act like a petulant asshole and then ask for forgiveness—yet again. I’ve lost count of the times. I don’t know what to say. Chill. Take your meds. Count backwards from 100. Sorry doesn’t count after the first time, let alone to umpteenth time.
Third: Don’t be a prick. It’s not as if you missed out on a 15-minute short stay and you wouldn’t have time to get off. All you had to do is shut your mouth and fuck me. That might even work better than counting backwards. Fuck me hard if it makes you feel better.
Fourth: Don’t be a prick. If history is any measure, he’ll come back with his tail between his legs apologizing like a motherfucker and asking for his money’s worth. Dude. You got your money‘s worth. Get over it. You paid for a life lesson, which is don’t be a prick.