Went home. Jerked off. And proud of it.
Sgrayeff
In NJ. Goes to Pa for BJ.
She was pretty. And she was down to fuck. She wasn't a stripper. Not tonight anyway. I was at one of my sleazy Pennsylvania clubs on a slow weeknight. She was in street clothes. There with a girlfriend. Also pretty. They're two seats down, and they wave me over. Why not?
She tells me she's going to be working here. She says she can't wait. I buy a round of shots. She puts her hand in my lap. We're drinking. She's working my prick down my pants leg.
She says she wishes she was dancing tonight. I say I wish she was dancing tonight. She asks whether I'd do a dance with her someday. She says she does it all. She'll suck my dick. Those are the words she chooses. She says she'll fuck. Anything I want, she says.
More drinks. She's playing with my zipper. Let's fuck, she says. Let's go and fuck. Come on. Let's fuck. Let's go.
No I said. Too good to be true, I thought. I'm good looking. I've got a great cock. Even if she's more interested in the size of my wallet than the size of my dick, this can't be right. Not the pay for play. Definitely not her good looks and good bod. The set-up. I'm being set up. Too easy. An easy mark.
The risk-reward ratio wasn't in my favor. Maybe a hundred or more was all she wanted. Maybe she really wanted to fuck. Maybe her boyfriend was waiting with a tire iron. I wasn't going to find out.
Back home, I looked for porn with a girl like her. Gave up quickly and knocked one out to a hot Latina. No regrets. A pretty girl, a stranger, was playing with my dick most of the night. Not bad at all.
She tells me she's going to be working here. She says she can't wait. I buy a round of shots. She puts her hand in my lap. We're drinking. She's working my prick down my pants leg.
She says she wishes she was dancing tonight. I say I wish she was dancing tonight. She asks whether I'd do a dance with her someday. She says she does it all. She'll suck my dick. Those are the words she chooses. She says she'll fuck. Anything I want, she says.
More drinks. She's playing with my zipper. Let's fuck, she says. Let's go and fuck. Come on. Let's fuck. Let's go.
No I said. Too good to be true, I thought. I'm good looking. I've got a great cock. Even if she's more interested in the size of my wallet than the size of my dick, this can't be right. Not the pay for play. Definitely not her good looks and good bod. The set-up. I'm being set up. Too easy. An easy mark.
The risk-reward ratio wasn't in my favor. Maybe a hundred or more was all she wanted. Maybe she really wanted to fuck. Maybe her boyfriend was waiting with a tire iron. I wasn't going to find out.
Back home, I looked for porn with a girl like her. Gave up quickly and knocked one out to a hot Latina. No regrets. A pretty girl, a stranger, was playing with my dick most of the night. Not bad at all.
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General rule thumb.....if a girl that you find attractive says let's fuck, you oblige. Beating off is not a quality alternative.
We too often follow our dicks rather than our gut feeling which lcan leads to poor decisions with money but not too often life threatening situations; however, if it does not feel right better to move on.
Good story, thanks for sharing.
First of all, if a pretty female hairless ape starts playing with my cloaca I follow through. Her boyfriend could be waiting with a tire iron... whatev... if some jealous ape wants to tango with me he’ll get the kind of beat down only a vulture can give. When that guy walks into the ER covered in bruises and vulture vomit the docs will KNOW he was ricked!
Squawk!
SJG
When I lived in Dallas in the 2000s, it wasn't uncommon for some girls to drive by SC parking-lots looking for custies.
My point is - depending on one's personality and maybe mongering experience, certain things may look riskier than they really are - and I don't necessarily think this girl coming-on to the OP meant a high-probability of something sinister - hell there was a thread on here where the OP ended up P4P-banging a female Uber driver after they got to talking and the conversation headed in that direction somehow - and another TUSCLer that was on an ATL SC trip and was at a local CVS and got to talking to the girl behind the register and subsequently P4P-banging-her at his hotel on her break I believe - and I think I've read a thread or two about a TUSCLer an off-duty dancer at a club and leaving w/ her, etc.
i.e. girls fucking for $$$, at least on the side, or from time-to-time, is more common than one would think and it's not always the conventional way of an escort-ad or a stripper one knows from the club.
Having said this - no-matter the type of P4P, certain basic security measures are kosher such as not going to their place nor giving a P4P girl your room # until she's actually in the lobby and they you take her to your room, etc.
But this "oh yeah you bit the bullet and you were probably being set up ..." I think is overblown: I think it's more about not being used to that type of interaction just like newbs are not used to ITC nor OTC interactions and are overly concerned.
My 2-cents.
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SJG
Most clubs wouldn't allow this to happen at all, though I also hang out at a dive where this is possible.
As I always say in these situations, trust your gut. Our subconscious picks up thousands of unspoken cues that our conscious minds can't articulate or quantify, but that are nonetheless valid warnings. Now maybe everything would have been fine, but something felt off to you. Kudos for not letting your little head override your instincts in a situation like this.
Lots of potential there.
SJG
There were girls there I could fuck in the club that night.. Known price. No problem.
This girl would be working there soon. I could fuck her in a few days. Price not yet known.
Like I said: Risk-reward ratio. This time it favored waiting. No reason to risk the tire iron, the police or who knows what.