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Holy fuck that turned out to be a wall of text. Gunna spoiler it just because. Here's the story that someone told me to go ahead and post a few pages back.
Met this chick at a strip club where I was a regular. I even had a VIP membership, so we were doing lap dances in the champagne area and, as is my wont, we were chatting as much as she was dancing. Don't knock it, it's a good way to keep the price of the evening down, and this 'strip club therapy', as I call it, helped me get over my fear of women. Anyway, somehow we started discussing sugar daddies and sugar babies. I don't remember exactly how we got on the subject, though I'm pretty sure I brought it up. I told her one of my fantasies was to be a sugar daddy, and asked if she'd ever been a sugar baby. She said yes she had, kind of, so I asked her to describe it to me. It boiled down to, you take care of baby (buy her something pretty) and baby will take care of you (said with her hand on my cock). We talked about it a little more and I decided I wanted to give it a go, and I had to talk her into it. Apparently when she'd done it before the guy had gotten a little "owny" and she didn't like that. I convinced her by pointing out that I was barely in town, so the only demands I'd be making on her time would be on weekends once or twice a month.
I guess now is a good time to break for back story. I was working in a different city, but still owned a house in this city. I was trying to sell the house, but the housing market was in a fucking free-fall, so it was a no go. So, in order to keep the house from being listed as vacant, I had to spend at least weekend a month there. This wasn't so bad because it's a pretty cool house out in a sleepy little community. It was a great place to take chicks for a booty call. I would head out to my 'vacation house' on friday right after work and come back sunday afternoon. I'd met this stipper saturday night. Since I didn't want to wait, I decided to hook up with her on sunday, and if things went really well, then I'd just get up at the ass-crack of dawn and head straight into work (which was about 3 hours away).
We met the next day, she took me to saks 5th avenue for my portion of 'taking care of baby'. I wanted her to take care of me first, but hey, in a SD/SB relationship, it does seem kinda reasonable for the SB to get stuff first. I signed up for a saks card, hell I still have the fucking thing to remind me of the night. I can't honestly recall how much I spent on her. The sunglasses were about 400, the purse was over $1k (either gucci or coach, I cannot recall which), and I don't know what the perfume cost. But all in all, it was in the neighborhood of 2 grand. I was getting a real kick out of the way the sales lady (who was cute BTW) was looking at us. You could see her going through the options in her head. Spoiled Daughter? Nope, I grabbed her ass and kissed her to make sure that was ruled out. Dirty old man paying for sex with pretty things? Nope. Oh wait, yeah that was it wasn't it? BINGO. I'm not sure of the stripper's age, I'd guess early 20's and I was early 30's. So I wasn't all that much older ... but I was still a dirty old man. Have been since I hit 30.
We get back to her apartment. I try to get close to her, and she's running around cleaning the place. I tell her I don't care how clean her house is, and get her to sit down on the couch with me. Then she starts complaining about how she's hungry and wants to go out to eat. I'm not having any of that and talk her into ordering pizza. That way there will be some left over for her kids. I try to get her to start 'taking care of daddy' while we wait on the pizza, but she won't. She's just rushing around the apartment putting stuff up and complaining about being hungry. Pizza arrives, we eat, I suggest she 'show me around'. We get to her bedroom, and it's a mess. Like, I kinda didn't wanna fuck in there (but I would have don't get m e wrong) But she finally agrees its time to 'take care of daddy', just not in there, she wants to do it in the living room. So i go back in there, and she comes out a minute later on the phone, tells me its her mom who is keeping the kids, and dissapears in the other room for about 10 minutes. When she comes back out, she tells me I have to go. That was her mom who just called (I never heard the phone ring BTW) and she was bringing the kids back home. She tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen. She wanted me to wait outside and as soon as they got here, she was going to give her mom something and they'd leave (maybe clothes for school?). So I was like, cool, no problem, how about if I hide in the closet? Come on, it'll be fun, right? Well, she's having none of that shit. So she rushes me outside because her mom lives just around the corner and will be here any minute. Allright whatever, I've had a boner all day, I can wait a little while longer, right? At this point I realize the bitch could have gotten off pretty easy, as it would have taken about 30 seconds of her touching it to get it to pop. I get in my truck and pull into a parking space where I can see her front door. I waited for at least an hour without her mom showing up. I was calling her a lot during this time, towards the end pointing out I could have been done twice by now and been on my way. She didn't always answer, so I wound up leaving a lot of messages. Finally, an old woman and some kids show up. Right about now, I realize it was bullshit and that she'd called her mom and asked her to bring the kids over. Actually, I think she was hoping I'd leave and called her mom (or babysitter or whatever) after 30-45 min of me waiting. At this point though, I'm invested in this pussy and she is still saying she will give it up. So I wait. They are in there for at least an hour. I'm still calling her and leaving messages regularly. Eventually she answers again and says she has something she must go take care of right now. It's about 6:00 and she says her car is at the mechanic and she needs to go get it before he closes. She promises she'll be back in like 30 min, tops and when she gets back she will be alone and will rock my world. She evens says the kids will stay the night with mom and I can stay with her. So I wait some more. They leave about 30-45 min later.
By now, it's getting dark. As you might expect of a stripper with kids, she doesn't live in the best of neighborhoods, so I'm starting to plan my exit strategy. I wait at least another hour though, cause really she was fucking hot. I haven't mentioned this before, but she was not one of those typical strippers who is only hot when she's dancing naked on your lap with the lights turned off after you've been inbibing some adult beverages. She was a solid 9 all the time even when stone sober. Basically, my penis won't let me leave. Sometime around 9 or 10 my brain takes back control of my body and I GTFO. I don't even stop at my vacation house, I just drive striaght on home for 3+ hours. The few times she had answered the phone since she left to get her car, she had slipped in that she understood if I wanted to leave and she promised she would take care of me next time I was in town. I got to thinking that she was probably waiting for me to tell her I was packing up and leaving before she came home, so I decided to just keep calling her every 10-15 min on the way home leaving voice mail messages so she'd have to stay away. I really wish I had a recording of all the messages I left her that night. Most were probably pretty pitiful, but on the way home I was pissed and went way over the top. Can't recall if I threatened her life, but I know I got kinda stalkery and rapey and professed my undying love for her. And I think I threatened the life of any one else she might be sleeping with. Also during the course of the messages, I posited that she was a hooker (not in a mean way, I would understand if that's what a sinlge mom had to do to put mac n cheese on the table), had a pimp, and then promised to kill the imaginary pimp I made up. Shit like that. I think my last message was that I was sleeping in my truck right outside her door, and that my phone was dying so I couldn't call her anymore.
But wait, that's not the end of the story! A few days later (I'm talking like wednesday of the same week) she starts blowing up my phone while I'm at work chatting me up, apologizing etc. She didn't mention any of my messages or anything, or even ask what time I left. I mean, if she'd known I dind't spend the night in her parking lot, it would have been a good time to score some points by saying she had looked for me, right? Yeah no. So eventually she starts complaining that she hadn't been able to work that week and the car repairs were expensive and that she can't afford food for her kids. So please please please please please please please please please please could I send her some money via western union. She only needed enough to get through the week and she'd be able to strip again on saturday night. I'm a sucker, I'll admit it. She got me with the promises of taking extra special care of me the next time I was in town. She even said no holes would be barred and I'd have her all night. It was quittin time by the time she convinced me, and I didn't even know how to use western union. So i went home, with her calling and texting all along begging me to give her something. I asked how much she needed and she kept saying, I dunno whatever you think. I just need to feed my kids till saturday night. So, I think, what the hell, what's another $100 for the chance, even if it might be a slim chance that I'd get to tap that? Worth it. That's what it is. Worth $100 for the slim chance shooting $2000 worth of pent up frustration into that sweet rectum. I finally send the money and let her know its waiting for her, and she bitches a blue streak about me waiting so long because now the western union office at the grocery store is clsoed, and she can't get it till the morning. I'm like, hey that's not my problem, you had to convince me to send money and this is how long it took you. 2 days later, she's calling me again bitching even more than before about me only sending $100. I was like WTF, I asked 400 times how much you needed. You can't feed your kids for 3 days on $100? She said no she couldn't, that was all gone before dinner. So I'm thinking I dunno WTF she did, she must have taken her kids to a steak house for lunch instead of buying groceries and cooking at home? Anyway, it was this particular round of bitching that finally snapped me out of her spell. I told her I'd send more money. A grand this time, but that was it till I got taken care of in turn. And this time, I mean it! Of course, I didn't send money again. I told her the password was something emabrassing like 'shady cunt'. When she called the next day, I led her on more, swearing it was there, and suggested maybe she wasn't pronouncing it correctly. Then I suggested that maybe they didn't like the word cunt and the password wasn't transmitted right, so try all these different combinations. None worked though, oddly enough. But to prove to her I sent the money, I sent her a picture of the reciept. It was a fake reciept I found online that someone used to fuck with a nigerian sacammer. I told her I had re-sent it and redone the passphrase to "help me obiwan you're my only hope". She stopped calling after that. For a while. Cause no, this story isn't quite over yet. A few months later, she calls me again asking for more money. At this point, I'm pretty sure she's on drugs or something and doesn't realize who I am. She's probably just hitting up all the suckers in her phone to get money for the drug dealer or something. She's taken aback when I remind her that I had sent a grand already that she never picked up and they were emailing me about it every week and ... let me check ... yeah its still waiting for you at western union in the HEB. So she thanks me and makes promises and ... now the story is over. Haven't heard from her since. She is the primary reason I keep all my exes in my phone. I'm glad I knew who she was when she called so I could fuck with her one last time. I don't actually even remember her name. I changed the name in the phone to "shady cunt" when the western union shit was going on, and that's how I know her. My wife has even looked through my phone and asked who shady cunt was.
And in case it's not obvious, no this isn't a girl who broke my heart story. I never fell for her. As I said earlier in the thread, this is more of a "shady cunts who took you for a ride" story, but it was requested. Hope you enjoyed. I plan to keep telling the story till I get $2000 worth of entertainment out of it.
I guess now is a good time to break for back story. I was working in a different city, but still owned a house in this city. I was trying to sell the house, but the housing market was in a fucking free-fall, so it was a no go. So, in order to keep the house from being listed as vacant, I had to spend at least weekend a month there. This wasn't so bad because it's a pretty cool house out in a sleepy little community. It was a great place to take chicks for a booty call. I would head out to my 'vacation house' on friday right after work and come back sunday afternoon. I'd met this stipper saturday night. Since I didn't want to wait, I decided to hook up with her on sunday, and if things went really well, then I'd just get up at the ass-crack of dawn and head straight into work (which was about 3 hours away).
We met the next day, she took me to saks 5th avenue for my portion of 'taking care of baby'. I wanted her to take care of me first, but hey, in a SD/SB relationship, it does seem kinda reasonable for the SB to get stuff first. I signed up for a saks card, hell I still have the fucking thing to remind me of the night. I can't honestly recall how much I spent on her. The sunglasses were about 400, the purse was over $1k (either gucci or coach, I cannot recall which), and I don't know what the perfume cost. But all in all, it was in the neighborhood of 2 grand. I was getting a real kick out of the way the sales lady (who was cute BTW) was looking at us. You could see her going through the options in her head. Spoiled Daughter? Nope, I grabbed her ass and kissed her to make sure that was ruled out. Dirty old man paying for sex with pretty things? Nope. Oh wait, yeah that was it wasn't it? BINGO. I'm not sure of the stripper's age, I'd guess early 20's and I was early 30's. So I wasn't all that much older ... but I was still a dirty old man. Have been since I hit 30.
We get back to her apartment. I try to get close to her, and she's running around cleaning the place. I tell her I don't care how clean her house is, and get her to sit down on the couch with me. Then she starts complaining about how she's hungry and wants to go out to eat. I'm not having any of that and talk her into ordering pizza. That way there will be some left over for her kids. I try to get her to start 'taking care of daddy' while we wait on the pizza, but she won't. She's just rushing around the apartment putting stuff up and complaining about being hungry. Pizza arrives, we eat, I suggest she 'show me around'. We get to her bedroom, and it's a mess. Like, I kinda didn't wanna fuck in there (but I would have don't get m e wrong) But she finally agrees its time to 'take care of daddy', just not in there, she wants to do it in the living room. So i go back in there, and she comes out a minute later on the phone, tells me its her mom who is keeping the kids, and dissapears in the other room for about 10 minutes. When she comes back out, she tells me I have to go. That was her mom who just called (I never heard the phone ring BTW) and she was bringing the kids back home. She tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen. She wanted me to wait outside and as soon as they got here, she was going to give her mom something and they'd leave (maybe clothes for school?). So I was like, cool, no problem, how about if I hide in the closet? Come on, it'll be fun, right? Well, she's having none of that shit. So she rushes me outside because her mom lives just around the corner and will be here any minute. Allright whatever, I've had a boner all day, I can wait a little while longer, right? At this point I realize the bitch could have gotten off pretty easy, as it would have taken about 30 seconds of her touching it to get it to pop. I get in my truck and pull into a parking space where I can see her front door. I waited for at least an hour without her mom showing up. I was calling her a lot during this time, towards the end pointing out I could have been done twice by now and been on my way. She didn't always answer, so I wound up leaving a lot of messages. Finally, an old woman and some kids show up. Right about now, I realize it was bullshit and that she'd called her mom and asked her to bring the kids over. Actually, I think she was hoping I'd leave and called her mom (or babysitter or whatever) after 30-45 min of me waiting. At this point though, I'm invested in this pussy and she is still saying she will give it up. So I wait. They are in there for at least an hour. I'm still calling her and leaving messages regularly. Eventually she answers again and says she has something she must go take care of right now. It's about 6:00 and she says her car is at the mechanic and she needs to go get it before he closes. She promises she'll be back in like 30 min, tops and when she gets back she will be alone and will rock my world. She evens says the kids will stay the night with mom and I can stay with her. So I wait some more. They leave about 30-45 min later.
By now, it's getting dark. As you might expect of a stripper with kids, she doesn't live in the best of neighborhoods, so I'm starting to plan my exit strategy. I wait at least another hour though, cause really she was fucking hot. I haven't mentioned this before, but she was not one of those typical strippers who is only hot when she's dancing naked on your lap with the lights turned off after you've been inbibing some adult beverages. She was a solid 9 all the time even when stone sober. Basically, my penis won't let me leave. Sometime around 9 or 10 my brain takes back control of my body and I GTFO. I don't even stop at my vacation house, I just drive striaght on home for 3+ hours. The few times she had answered the phone since she left to get her car, she had slipped in that she understood if I wanted to leave and she promised she would take care of me next time I was in town. I got to thinking that she was probably waiting for me to tell her I was packing up and leaving before she came home, so I decided to just keep calling her every 10-15 min on the way home leaving voice mail messages so she'd have to stay away. I really wish I had a recording of all the messages I left her that night. Most were probably pretty pitiful, but on the way home I was pissed and went way over the top. Can't recall if I threatened her life, but I know I got kinda stalkery and rapey and professed my undying love for her. And I think I threatened the life of any one else she might be sleeping with. Also during the course of the messages, I posited that she was a hooker (not in a mean way, I would understand if that's what a sinlge mom had to do to put mac n cheese on the table), had a pimp, and then promised to kill the imaginary pimp I made up. Shit like that. I think my last message was that I was sleeping in my truck right outside her door, and that my phone was dying so I couldn't call her anymore.
But wait, that's not the end of the story! A few days later (I'm talking like wednesday of the same week) she starts blowing up my phone while I'm at work chatting me up, apologizing etc. She didn't mention any of my messages or anything, or even ask what time I left. I mean, if she'd known I dind't spend the night in her parking lot, it would have been a good time to score some points by saying she had looked for me, right? Yeah no. So eventually she starts complaining that she hadn't been able to work that week and the car repairs were expensive and that she can't afford food for her kids. So please please please please please please please please please please could I send her some money via western union. She only needed enough to get through the week and she'd be able to strip again on saturday night. I'm a sucker, I'll admit it. She got me with the promises of taking extra special care of me the next time I was in town. She even said no holes would be barred and I'd have her all night. It was quittin time by the time she convinced me, and I didn't even know how to use western union. So i went home, with her calling and texting all along begging me to give her something. I asked how much she needed and she kept saying, I dunno whatever you think. I just need to feed my kids till saturday night. So, I think, what the hell, what's another $100 for the chance, even if it might be a slim chance that I'd get to tap that? Worth it. That's what it is. Worth $100 for the slim chance shooting $2000 worth of pent up frustration into that sweet rectum. I finally send the money and let her know its waiting for her, and she bitches a blue streak about me waiting so long because now the western union office at the grocery store is clsoed, and she can't get it till the morning. I'm like, hey that's not my problem, you had to convince me to send money and this is how long it took you. 2 days later, she's calling me again bitching even more than before about me only sending $100. I was like WTF, I asked 400 times how much you needed. You can't feed your kids for 3 days on $100? She said no she couldn't, that was all gone before dinner. So I'm thinking I dunno WTF she did, she must have taken her kids to a steak house for lunch instead of buying groceries and cooking at home? Anyway, it was this particular round of bitching that finally snapped me out of her spell. I told her I'd send more money. A grand this time, but that was it till I got taken care of in turn. And this time, I mean it! Of course, I didn't send money again. I told her the password was something emabrassing like 'shady cunt'. When she called the next day, I led her on more, swearing it was there, and suggested maybe she wasn't pronouncing it correctly. Then I suggested that maybe they didn't like the word cunt and the password wasn't transmitted right, so try all these different combinations. None worked though, oddly enough. But to prove to her I sent the money, I sent her a picture of the reciept. It was a fake reciept I found online that someone used to fuck with a nigerian sacammer. I told her I had re-sent it and redone the passphrase to "help me obiwan you're my only hope". She stopped calling after that. For a while. Cause no, this story isn't quite over yet. A few months later, she calls me again asking for more money. At this point, I'm pretty sure she's on drugs or something and doesn't realize who I am. She's probably just hitting up all the suckers in her phone to get money for the drug dealer or something. She's taken aback when I remind her that I had sent a grand already that she never picked up and they were emailing me about it every week and ... let me check ... yeah its still waiting for you at western union in the HEB. So she thanks me and makes promises and ... now the story is over. Haven't heard from her since. She is the primary reason I keep all my exes in my phone. I'm glad I knew who she was when she called so I could fuck with her one last time. I don't actually even remember her name. I changed the name in the phone to "shady cunt" when the western union shit was going on, and that's how I know her. My wife has even looked through my phone and asked who shady cunt was.
And in case it's not obvious, no this isn't a girl who broke my heart story. I never fell for her. As I said earlier in the thread, this is more of a "shady cunts who took you for a ride" story, but it was requested. Hope you enjoyed. I plan to keep telling the story till I get $2000 worth of entertainment out of it.
