Crazy Ass OTC
rickdugan
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Ok, I had my first crazy ass OTC adventure since before the lockdowns. Now I'm really back in the saddle again. 😉
As is often the case in these situations, I did not see this one coming. She was cool in the club and not showing signs of heavy insobriety. A little tipsy, but in a good way.
But the second I got her in my car, the drama started. First she wanted to jam up my radio. I kept turning it back down, telling her that I didn't want to draw any special attention from any cops between the club and the hotel, especially since my BAC level was in question. Three fucking times back and forth - she wanted to party. Apparently this was her first day out after 3 months of quarantine and she had a lot of steam to blow.
Then when we get to the hotel, she decides to make a spectacle of herself in front of the night clerk, especially since our door key would not work and we had to ask for another room. I thought for sure we were going to be tossed out. Then on the way to the room I am treated to a story about her husband's 3 life sentences for who the fuck knows what.
Then, once in the room, she wants to tell me more of her life story and a little teary eye stuff starts. This was before the sex. Worse though, once the sex was over (which was ok), the waterworks really started. I was regaled about her Baby Daddy 1 being a psycho and her current SO, Baby Daddy 2, being a piece of shit who apparently couldn't do anything about BD1. She needed a lot of comforting, including hugging and listening - fuck.
Finally I got her in the car and back to the club. But even her departure couldn't happen without drama, which came in the form of an accusation that the stuff in the back of my car was "some other bitches.'" It was my gym bag, but she knows I'm married anyway, so I'm not sure why it mattered.
Good Lord. Quarantine has definitely not been emotionally healthy for some girls, lol.
As is often the case in these situations, I did not see this one coming. She was cool in the club and not showing signs of heavy insobriety. A little tipsy, but in a good way.
But the second I got her in my car, the drama started. First she wanted to jam up my radio. I kept turning it back down, telling her that I didn't want to draw any special attention from any cops between the club and the hotel, especially since my BAC level was in question. Three fucking times back and forth - she wanted to party. Apparently this was her first day out after 3 months of quarantine and she had a lot of steam to blow.
Then when we get to the hotel, she decides to make a spectacle of herself in front of the night clerk, especially since our door key would not work and we had to ask for another room. I thought for sure we were going to be tossed out. Then on the way to the room I am treated to a story about her husband's 3 life sentences for who the fuck knows what.
Then, once in the room, she wants to tell me more of her life story and a little teary eye stuff starts. This was before the sex. Worse though, once the sex was over (which was ok), the waterworks really started. I was regaled about her Baby Daddy 1 being a psycho and her current SO, Baby Daddy 2, being a piece of shit who apparently couldn't do anything about BD1. She needed a lot of comforting, including hugging and listening - fuck.
Finally I got her in the car and back to the club. But even her departure couldn't happen without drama, which came in the form of an accusation that the stuff in the back of my car was "some other bitches.'" It was my gym bag, but she knows I'm married anyway, so I'm not sure why it mattered.
Good Lord. Quarantine has definitely not been emotionally healthy for some girls, lol.
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No judgement here Rick, but just curious if you’re ever worried about risking your wife finding out and creating your own financial backslide where she leaves you and takes 1/2(or a chunk) of your money with her? You could have been pulled over by a cop, DUI, and have to explain who was with you or this stripper could have damaged the hotel and/or your car! The stripper perfume in the car must have your wife suspicious?
So she orders another shot, throws it back into her mouth, and I don't think she even swallowed it before she drops the glass and starts projectile vomiting right on the bar. Then she drops her head down and the next couple of heaves went all over her legs, feet, tits, and everything in between. The worst part was that when she's finally done barfing wine and Doritos all over herself, she starts passing out and falling off the bar stool. I managed to grab her and keep her from falling to the floor, but now I've got this puke-soaked stripper in a bear hug, holding her up. She's pretty thin, but 125 lbs of dead weight is a little tough to keep holding. I picked her up and sat her back on the stool, but she kept falling back into my arms. The bouncer and another dancer came over and took hold of her, and as they're walking (dragging) her to the ladies room she starts coming around (sort of) and tries telling me, "Dance. Dance. We do dance."
Yeah, sure. That was the end of my night except for the puke-stank ride home. Thank God it was only about 15 minutes. But I felt worse for the guy who had to clean up that bar. Never saw her get drunk again since then, and we still laugh about it when I see her.
I’ve changed my mind on numerous occasions for whatever reason. Sometimes as late as being naked and just short of consummation. Talk about crazy assed drama. You can take my word for it that rejecting a girl at that point really brings out the worst in a girl. lol
@Papi_Chulo. Not all my experiences involved P4P but I’ve never not paid in those cases where it was. Interestingly IME women who sell themselves (sex workers) take rejection much worse than normal women and perhaps it has much to do with an internal feeling of humiliation where self-esteem is already in question.
next time include bonuses for roleplay....$100 if you pretend to be a bad ass bitch who has no problems and doesn't like to discuss past relationships...