Tuition
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
The "Was I set up" thread got me to wondering what some of the worst stories about paying "tuition" others might have. I have been pretty lucky in that regard, having grown up around people who made a living proving P. T. Barnum was correct. This prepared me for much of the kind of crap strippers pull, as I have yet to meet one who was as slick as some of the more accomplished members of my family.
There was one incident several years ago that could have ended up a lot worse than it did. I'd arranged a first time OTC, after successfully concluding a decent ITC transaction, with this girl. I met her in the lobby of a local Holiday Inn and brought her to my room, with no obvious signs of being followed. When we got there, she needed to use the bathroom, but came out relatively quickly. I was about to get undressed, and then the knock on the door came. She was closer, in hindsight, obviously prepared, and before I could stop her, had opened the door. Fortunately, my nice shiny new 9mm pistol, loaded with nice shiny new jacketed hollow point rounds, was in my holster, because in through the door walked a guy with a baseball bat in his hand.
He said, "Ok, give me your money and I won't beat the shit out of you for trying to fuck my wife." At which point I pulled out my gun, aimed it at his chest and urged him to reconsider. To their credit, they did, after a very brief pause. I made them both precede me out the door and move down the hall away from the exit. Fortunately, they didn't try to follow me, and being a first floor room, I was able to get to my car without incident.
Talk about heart pounding. I haven't even had to pull my gun since, but I always take it along.
What's the worst that's happened to you?
There was one incident several years ago that could have ended up a lot worse than it did. I'd arranged a first time OTC, after successfully concluding a decent ITC transaction, with this girl. I met her in the lobby of a local Holiday Inn and brought her to my room, with no obvious signs of being followed. When we got there, she needed to use the bathroom, but came out relatively quickly. I was about to get undressed, and then the knock on the door came. She was closer, in hindsight, obviously prepared, and before I could stop her, had opened the door. Fortunately, my nice shiny new 9mm pistol, loaded with nice shiny new jacketed hollow point rounds, was in my holster, because in through the door walked a guy with a baseball bat in his hand.
He said, "Ok, give me your money and I won't beat the shit out of you for trying to fuck my wife." At which point I pulled out my gun, aimed it at his chest and urged him to reconsider. To their credit, they did, after a very brief pause. I made them both precede me out the door and move down the hall away from the exit. Fortunately, they didn't try to follow me, and being a first floor room, I was able to get to my car without incident.
Talk about heart pounding. I haven't even had to pull my gun since, but I always take it along.
What's the worst that's happened to you?
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My life is far more boring though I must confess I kinda like it that way.
Wait a second... there was the time though I took a Bogart's dancer out for dinner after her shift. Things were okay until she got sick midway through her dinner and thought she might puke. I offered to walk her outside for some fresh air, but instead she jumped onto to me, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I then proceded to take her outside to a bench (mind you from the center of a semi-crowded restaurant...) I then asked for the dinners to be boxed up for carryout which they did. Took dinner date back to her car at Bogart's and bid her adieu. She had recovered and drove off to her motel. I then took a call from a friend and told him the tale. But I took too long. Dinner date came back as she had remembered she forgot to get from me the $40 she needed to pay for her room. I gave her the $40 and declined her invite to come with her. Probably should've only given her $20, or left right away after she drove off the first time. So I was out the cost of dinner plus $40. But the bigger cost, arguably-speaking, was the embarrassment of carrying a gal out "stripper style" from a family restaurant. I'm sooo glad I didn't know anyone there!!!
so what's the lesson here? i don't know, maybe those early frugal years just talking to and watching the strippers interact and ripoff other guys taught me to be leery of them to the point that although i've been lied to and jerked around it has never cost me alot in tuition.
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It took me not once, but twice, to learn the lesson of paying after the event. In the first case (younger years), the girl never showed after a good faith deposit. In another instance, the girl tried to upsell me once she had my money and she left without finishing the job.
I also had a very memorable early lesson in ITC VIP upsell, where a HJ ended up costing me a small fortune. The lesson learned from this little experience was to make sure everyone was clear about the price and expectation beforehand. I recently had a girl try this shit in a club in Atlanta and I got up and walked out of the VIP room.
I have made other tuition payments over time, but after 15 years of doing this those were the most memorable.
Aside from that, being around certain kinds of people, away from the safety of others, is asking for trouble. It's only a matter of time, if you're meeting up with strippers/hookers, partying with druggies, doing all-night bar crawls with people you don't know, etc.
bumrubber, I couldn't agree more. When I start out for the evening I assume that my pocket is going to be empty and I never bring plastic with me, so the downside risk of cash loss is controlled.
So, were on our way out. I pick her up at home. On our way to the date, she asks if we can stop so she can see a friend of hers first. Worse, she gives me directions to the warehouse type supermarket, already.
I pull up to the back dock area and intuition told me to angle in instead of driving in. There were ten of the toughest looking guys I ever saw in my life. I pulled a J turn and was out of there in seconds. As we pulled back onto the main drag, I asked her what that was about. She said "I wanted to see how tough you are."
I immediately took her home and never saw her again.
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This gal probably ended up a stripper. I met a girl in Los Angeles and she told me, as I picked her up for the first date that unless I was a complete and total gentleman, that we had no future.
I was a total gentleman, hug only on the first date, and peck on the lips on the second date. As I picked her up for the third date, she said "You'd never guess what happened today. I was at the mall and this guy told me that I had what it took to be a model. He had a business card and everything. We went back to his studio and I modeled nude for him."
I said, "Let me get this straight. Two dates, and all I get is a peck on the cheek. You meet some stranger, and you take your clothes off for him."
She answered,"But I respect you."
"Bye."
I wonder if you could have taken a circuitous path to the room to see if anybody pops up behind you in the distance. She probably would have started to get nervous herself with that strange behavior if there was no ambush. If you had gotten to the door first, I think the guy would have tried to barge in. Granted, you could have had the gun ready as you opened the door, but it risked others seeing the confrontation. Of course, they may have sen anyway. I have even thought about successfully evading an ambush before the act, only to have her leave and call it in and have a guy show up minutes after she left. Do you plan to get the hell out of there shortly after she leaves. Do you make sure she leaves first if you have the room in your name so there is no damage charges? Again, my head hurts.
P.S. Is Dougster that guy's cousin? Jeezus, dude, give it a rest.
How to handle the bags, lack of bags, or whatever. Does anybody care?
My situational awareness is moderately well developed, so I like to think I would have noticed somebody following me when I checked in. Still possible, though. I like to "case" the room ahead of time, so I always check it out before I meet up, so I know how it's laid out.
Until some level of trust develops, I *always* meet them and escort them to the room, and don't give out the room number; she shouldn't have known the number before she read it on the door. And I think it worked out better with her answering the door. I was on the other side of the bed, and had enough time to draw. Had I stupidly answered the door (which I wouldn't have even unlocked without peeping first, getting suspicious and drawing anyway), I might not have had that time.
Mind you, there were a couple of times in the 70s when I would have been happy to have had you and your 9mm friend beside me and my pipe wrench in a rowdy oil town bar.
My preparations now are even *more* paranoid, just so I *never* have to be in that position again.
The people who get off on that kind of thing are bat shit crazy looney tunes.