So, I hit up this kind of fat chick on the BDSM site. She claims to be 22, cute face, big tits, big ass. She seems kind of bitchy in email. I get her Yahoo email, and I add her to my Yahoo Instant Messenger list, the Harry Tasker list of course, not my normal one.
I look up her screenname in Yahoo Profiles. Oh, my; she's been registered there for 5 years. Since she was... 17? If we believe her.
We start chatting yesterday and she has like no personality, like wooden. I start thinking, she's either a total bitch, or she's a hooker. She emails me some pics, and her "Display Name As" comes up with a full name. I dig around on the internet for that name along with her city, and, oh my! First off, I find her phone number. Second, I find a listing for her on an escort service page. It's from last year and it claims she was 21 at that time. Maybe she IS 22. Anyway it's definitely her. Same body type, same ass, same way of typing.
So today I ease into it by mentioning this club in L.A. that has a karaoke night that lots of porn stars happen to go to on one certain night, kind of an underground cool club scene. I tell her that "lots of pro girls and porn stars" go. She replied that her guy friend goes there sometimes. Then I say, "So, are you full time pro or part time or do you meet people to party and have fun, or what?"
Her: "what you mean" [sic]
Me: "Well,"
Me: "(link to the escort service page featuring her) Isn't this you?"
Her: "ahahahah whered u find that"
Me: "I recognized your ass. I have a photographic booty memory."
Her: "yuor funny."
Her: "i did it for fun a year ago, i was broke needed money"
Her: "i didnt even get 1 email"
Me: "Oh, ok. You are just really cute, so I wanted to know what the real deal was, that's all."
Her: "it's all good. i wont charge you for a date ahahahaha :)"
Me: "That's cool, I won't charge you either."
Her: "what made u look on that site?"
Me: "I didn't, I just have a photographic booty memory, I told you already."
Then on came the greenish yellow, poorly lit webcam, where I got to watch her doing her limp hair with the curling iron. She really wasn't my type; I wasn't sure I could even do her. I asked about her guy friend and called him a suitcase pimp, to which she claimed to not know what the term meant. I told her not to be coy but explained it anyway. I hit on her pretty bluntly and she ate it up. She claimed her guy friend doesn't even know she's "on the site" - not sure which site she was referring to since I know she's on more than one.
She showed me her tits on demand, though.
Even if I can't bring myself to fuck her, maybe I can cram an 18" jelly dildo all the way up her ass. I saw it in a video once; I guess it bends and slides around that 90-degree corner of the rectal shelf, then up into the lower intestine.
But for now it's a cat and mouse game, where I'm seeing how far I can get with her and she's seeing whether she can trick me into thinking she's not a pro, or maybe she's really NOT a pro, or not any more, or something.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
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