Classic trap. Buyer beware.
Sgrayeff
In NJ. Goes to Pa for BJ.
It happens. It happens for sure. Might be nature. Could be cash. Anything is possible. Either way, your moment of glory can slip quickly into a moment of reckoning.
I've seen it happen more than once. Last time she conceded to lust or economics and took it to the hilt. You smiled. The transaction complete, she smiled. You marked her down as good to go next time. She marked you down as sure to go next time.
Only this time, there was someone else. You know someone else, don't you? The one with the legs? With a that butt? The one who looked at you? The other one? She makes you feel like she wants it. She must. If I can fuck one. I can fuck two.
So you leave last week's girl hanging. Politely. But still hanging. You're on to the next. Up close now. Doesn't matter whether she's prettier, she's new and different. Doesn't matter if you're not sure you're going to get laid, you're going to try.
Doesn't matter whether you do because the head of hair you left behind is standing on end now - and not just because of you. She fucked you, so she claimed you. And you betrayed her. Betrayed her body. Betrayed her bank account. You should have known better. The other girl should have known too. Girls should know. So she lets you both know. Didn't have to be to your face. Message delivered.
They're not all like that. In my case and at the same bar, there was a dancer who was always ready to get the D before my beer would even arrive. Any time I took my zipper down and my wallet out, she would deliver 100%. And on those days when I said no, I might like to try someone else, she would demur happily, maybe sit and chat like a friend. Also like a friend, she'd even offer to help me connect with one of her colleagues. Now there's a champ. I returned to her over and over again. She knew how this works.
Ironically, I had met that wonderful attitude at another bar. On that day, I'd chosen her over another girl whom I'd tried in the past and discounted ever since. There was no way I'd ever pay for her again. Though I'd said no to her countless times over countless months, she somehow continued to think she held my option. That day I walked back with new girl over old girl's insane screams. Screams. "He's mine!" "Who does she think she is?" "Fucking whore!"
Oh well... New girl's head was sublime. I'd later discover the pussy was too. And the attitude. Better than GFE.
It's our money after all. We get to spend it where we want. Yet like so many other things, the girls have their own worldview. So remember, some of the them - not all of them - some of them think crossing certain thresholds is a commitment. Buyer beware.
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Truer words never spoken. The pussy doesn't even have to be better. It just has to be different.