I'm Done With This Stripper & Hooker Shit!
Ok, so you saw my last rant, right?
I see this provider that works with the girl I got infatuated with, the ex-stripper turned hooker. I did it to make myself feel better about the profession she now chose. This provider was my type, attractive, seemed like a good idea.
Well, it takes like two tries. The first time, the doorman runs me off. I go home, say, fuck it.
Two weeks later,tonight, we plan on meeting up at 8. I get there, no reply. I sit around getting drunk at various places, then at 9:15 she calls. She overslept.
I get there, I ask for cups to mix some drinks, she gets it. Her girlfriend is in the bathroom shooting up or taking a shit, I don't know which. All In The Family is on the TV.
She's a stoner, so OF COURSE, I smoke with her. *puff* *puff* *puff*
Her GF comes in talks a bit, and goes. She looks at her phone, then goes on to tell me this story about her crazy stalker and she has me read his texts. Death threats, the-whole-nine. Pretty violent stuff and name calling. So, I tell her about the stalker I got over the internet and the calls and msgs I got from him, threatening my life.
But mind you.... I am high as a fucking kite, right now.
So, now's the time she chooses to start making out. Clothes come off ...she really does look better than the pictures (I know ya'll fuckers say that, but it was true)... I'm thinking, "God, I don't want a stalker after me again. But, that body of hers now all undressed...
...I HAVE GOT TO HIT THIS!
*bang* *bang* *bang* ...water break... *bang* *bang*
As soon as I tap out, spent, done, hit the mattress and the lamp light shimmers off the sweat of her flawless apple bottom ass... my phone rings from an unknown number.
F.U.C.K.
It rings again and again. I get dressed and take off. She stops, wanted a kiss goodbye!
Longest.
kiss.
ever. Phone ringing... I watched down the hall waiting for some fucker to pop around the corner.
I leave, get to the elevator. No one's there. I hit the button, send it to the lobby, run around and take the stairs like I'm fucking Jason Borne! Get to the first floor, no one there. Walk stoically out the building -- out through the parking lot -- to my car. Keys in the ignition, hit the gas, and fucking GO!! 80 miles an hour, down the freeway, freshly fucked, scared shitless, and high as a mother fucking kite!
That call I got? That unknown number I thought was the poor girl's stalker, coming to shoot my ass? It was my mother's shitty boyfriend calling and crying cause she left him.
I am Doc Holliday. Thrill seeker.
P.S. The sex was FUCKING AMAZING!
I see this provider that works with the girl I got infatuated with, the ex-stripper turned hooker. I did it to make myself feel better about the profession she now chose. This provider was my type, attractive, seemed like a good idea.
Well, it takes like two tries. The first time, the doorman runs me off. I go home, say, fuck it.
Two weeks later,tonight, we plan on meeting up at 8. I get there, no reply. I sit around getting drunk at various places, then at 9:15 she calls. She overslept.
I get there, I ask for cups to mix some drinks, she gets it. Her girlfriend is in the bathroom shooting up or taking a shit, I don't know which. All In The Family is on the TV.
She's a stoner, so OF COURSE, I smoke with her. *puff* *puff* *puff*
Her GF comes in talks a bit, and goes. She looks at her phone, then goes on to tell me this story about her crazy stalker and she has me read his texts. Death threats, the-whole-nine. Pretty violent stuff and name calling. So, I tell her about the stalker I got over the internet and the calls and msgs I got from him, threatening my life.
But mind you.... I am high as a fucking kite, right now.
So, now's the time she chooses to start making out. Clothes come off ...she really does look better than the pictures (I know ya'll fuckers say that, but it was true)... I'm thinking, "God, I don't want a stalker after me again. But, that body of hers now all undressed...
...I HAVE GOT TO HIT THIS!
*bang* *bang* *bang* ...water break... *bang* *bang*
As soon as I tap out, spent, done, hit the mattress and the lamp light shimmers off the sweat of her flawless apple bottom ass... my phone rings from an unknown number.
F.U.C.K.
It rings again and again. I get dressed and take off. She stops, wanted a kiss goodbye!
Longest.
kiss.
ever. Phone ringing... I watched down the hall waiting for some fucker to pop around the corner.
I leave, get to the elevator. No one's there. I hit the button, send it to the lobby, run around and take the stairs like I'm fucking Jason Borne! Get to the first floor, no one there. Walk stoically out the building -- out through the parking lot -- to my car. Keys in the ignition, hit the gas, and fucking GO!! 80 miles an hour, down the freeway, freshly fucked, scared shitless, and high as a mother fucking kite!
That call I got? That unknown number I thought was the poor girl's stalker, coming to shoot my ass? It was my mother's shitty boyfriend calling and crying cause she left him.
I am Doc Holliday. Thrill seeker.
P.S. The sex was FUCKING AMAZING!
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