It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bitching post because I’ve been so excited to get started on my OnlyFans page, but here I go.
A guy who met me when I was just getting started hit me up today. No big deal, right? Wrong. Let me rewind to way back when…
When I was first getting started, I had nothing and knew nothing about escorting. I was working out of dive notels and seeing anyone who contacted me, so I had to do a lot of work and build some clientele.
I’ve come a long way, but in those days, I did mostly short stays—a lot of short stays. I was easily seeing 4 to 6 guys an hour for at least 8 hours a day in order to have a car, pay my bills and get on my feet.
Anyway, this guy was a regular. He’d seen me at least three times a week for about 4 months before. But this last time, he ripped me off. He paid for half an hour of my time each time figured he was a good-enough guy, and obviously he liked what I was offering because he kept coming back for more.
This last time, near the end of a very busy day. I’d probably already seen 35 to 40 guys before him, and I was tired. With short stays, it’s easier to keep up the energy and rinse and repeat for the next guy, but he wanted to fuck and cuddle. I don’t remember all of the details, but I remember him fucking me and me riding on top of him before he cuddled with me.
Obviously, I don’t cuddle for short stays, but since I thought I knew him and was relaxed, I fell asleep. Next thing I knew, he had the door open with his money—my money—in his hand making a beeline for his pickup truck. When I realized what was happening, I yelled at him to stop. Obviously, I was buck-ass naked, so my options were limited. He got into his truck and peeled out to make his big getaway with what—$160. I mean, what the actual fuck?
This guy disappeared for obvious reasons but after over a year—once I settled into my house—, he hit me up on a different number and said we’d met a few times in the past. So I saw him and recognized him for the John who’d ripped me off.
It’s now been almost another half a year gone by, and he hits me up again. He texts me acting like everything’s cool, like nothing’s ever happened.
Even when I call him out he accuses me of being high—so somehow that would justify him ripping me off with a five-finger refund, right? It’s not like he showed up, and I wasn’t around, or I fell asleep beforehand. We actually fucked and seemed very pleased.
He got what he wanted. He paid for half an hour, and whether he was there for half an hour, I don’t remember. But it doesn’t really matter because he chose when to dip on me. We fucked. He cuddled. How the fuck does he justify getting a refund? It makes no sense.
So why write this? First, so many guys are concerned that they are going to get ripped off, but it happens to us girls, too. If you follow this blog, you know this isn’t the only time I’ve been ripped off either. This isn’t a one-time thing. It happens way too often.
But who rips someone off and returns to the scene of the crime? Why would he think I’d be OK with seeing him again. Obviously, I still have screenshots of the texts he sent, but I am not going to call him out by name or stoop to his level and post them.