A Traveling ATM
jackslash
Detroit strip clubs
My CF Jenna texted me at 7AM, asking if she could borrow $200. She wanted to get a Detroit dance card ,which is needed for dancing in Detroit strip clubs. She has always danced in the suburbs before.
Like a good PL, I replied that I could give her $200, but I was going biking at 8AM.
Jenna texted that she would get to my house before then. But about 7:45 she texted that her ride had fallen through. Could I bring the money to her? Please?
She gave me an address in Lincoln Park, a lower class suburb south of Detroit about 30 miles from my home. She said it was her girlfriend Tyler's house.
So I jumped in my BMW and sped down I-275 to I-94 to Lincoln Park, with Google Maps directing me to a neighborhood of little bungalows. The neighborhood appeared to be populated by white trash. It did not seem dangerous, but I would not want to live there.
I called her cell phone. Waiting outside the house, my suspicions grew. I wondered who the house really belonged to. Her boyfriend? Her drug dealer? Her drug dealer boyfriend?
Then Jenna tripped out of the house, all smiles and blonde hair. I handed her $200. She kissed me, said she loved me, and ran back into the house.
A beautiful young girl like that wouldn't lie to me, would she? She would not kiss me and say she loved me. I felt relieved.
As I drove back home, I reflected on my progress as a PL. I have been an ATM for strippers for a long time, but now I'm a traveling ATM. I'm now a PL Grandmaster.
Like a good PL, I replied that I could give her $200, but I was going biking at 8AM.
Jenna texted that she would get to my house before then. But about 7:45 she texted that her ride had fallen through. Could I bring the money to her? Please?
She gave me an address in Lincoln Park, a lower class suburb south of Detroit about 30 miles from my home. She said it was her girlfriend Tyler's house.
So I jumped in my BMW and sped down I-275 to I-94 to Lincoln Park, with Google Maps directing me to a neighborhood of little bungalows. The neighborhood appeared to be populated by white trash. It did not seem dangerous, but I would not want to live there.
I called her cell phone. Waiting outside the house, my suspicions grew. I wondered who the house really belonged to. Her boyfriend? Her drug dealer? Her drug dealer boyfriend?
Then Jenna tripped out of the house, all smiles and blonde hair. I handed her $200. She kissed me, said she loved me, and ran back into the house.
A beautiful young girl like that wouldn't lie to me, would she? She would not kiss me and say she loved me. I felt relieved.
As I drove back home, I reflected on my progress as a PL. I have been an ATM for strippers for a long time, but now I'm a traveling ATM. I'm now a PL Grandmaster.
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For your sake, I hope that this is true.
Of course, you may not have time to worry about it, since I expect the universe to end any moment now (or perhaps hell is about to freeze over).
A while ago my current OTC girl was in a financial bind (no big surprise there) and asked me to prepay our next date to help her out. Her club is on my way home from work so it was no big deal to stop in to see her for a moment and I could afford to take a risk on the $$. We don't do OTC very often, so I figured she would forget, and I'd have a good reason to finally break the PL spell.
Well, I'm happy to report (or maybe not, if this really does trigger the end of the world) that this past weekend we had a very nice time on our prepaid date. She didn't ask for any extra money (new for her), was very grateful, and even said she knew that if she didn't follow through on the date she'd be ruining a good thing.
They may not be the brightest women in the world, but some of them sure do have great instincts for when the fish is about to wriggle off the hook and the line needs a tug (i.e. toe curling CFS with a BBBJCIM finish) to set that hook firmly back in place.
I bought a flight for my ATF, to meet me in Vegas. She changed her flight and it was less money, so she gave me back the difference. I think it was around $45 and she insisted on giving it back to me. When she handed me that money to her it was like she was giving me $4,500.
i'm on pins and needles.
Feel free to resubmit for further consideration when you can meet these simple criteria. :-D
A lady I've been hanging out with for a long time has always repaid each loan. With cash. Not with favors. It is a matter of pride for her. I know she is in the less than 1% of women, not just strippers, that repay money.
one of my girls still owes me 3k for her boob job.
Didn't I just say one did earlier in this thread?