So, i'm booked today for a 2 hour lunch session...referral from one of my escort friends. Normally i check these guys out myself but if it's one of my pals, i don't do due diligence...they know i only bone hotties or so i thought.
Dude requests various sizes of dildos, vibrator and strap-on, sounds a little weak on the phone but it's not unusual that guys are scared sh*tless of me even when i'm not in the room. Finally get to his cheezy hotel (i dislike calls to dumpy 2nd rate rooms but sometimes trash is fun), traffic was hell, parking a pain and the elevators are taking forever with hotel service staff and too many touritsts. Walking down the hallway i pass by the ubiquitous housekeeper who doesn't even look up...i can only imagine how many escorts they see coming and going. Anyways, get to the dude's room...
He opens the door and i've got a fat old disheveled man in a wheelchair with a half-bandaged foot baring jolly sized giant red toes with some white crust thrown in for contrast. He apologizes for the wheelchair and goes onto tell me that he's got a massive infection and may have to get the foot amputated. Normally i don't have a problem speaking but my jaw was on the floor. Picked it up...took a deep breath...as i fixated on this grotesque elephantish appendage while trying not to hurl my morning cappuccino and chocolate croissant and told him, LATES...I's outta here! And no, i didn't take the cash although i did tell him to atleast re-imburse me for parking. Bigfoot gave me $20.
So, moral of todays story girls and boys...there's only one big red swollen thing that i wanna see on a date...and it ain't feet.
Dude requests various sizes of dildos, vibrator and strap-on, sounds a little weak on the phone but it's not unusual that guys are scared sh*tless of me even when i'm not in the room. Finally get to his cheezy hotel (i dislike calls to dumpy 2nd rate rooms but sometimes trash is fun), traffic was hell, parking a pain and the elevators are taking forever with hotel service staff and too many touritsts. Walking down the hallway i pass by the ubiquitous housekeeper who doesn't even look up...i can only imagine how many escorts they see coming and going. Anyways, get to the dude's room...
He opens the door and i've got a fat old disheveled man in a wheelchair with a half-bandaged foot baring jolly sized giant red toes with some white crust thrown in for contrast. He apologizes for the wheelchair and goes onto tell me that he's got a massive infection and may have to get the foot amputated. Normally i don't have a problem speaking but my jaw was on the floor. Picked it up...took a deep breath...as i fixated on this grotesque elephantish appendage while trying not to hurl my morning cappuccino and chocolate croissant and told him, LATES...I's outta here! And no, i didn't take the cash although i did tell him to atleast re-imburse me for parking. Bigfoot gave me $20.
So, moral of todays story girls and boys...there's only one big red swollen thing that i wanna see on a date...and it ain't feet.
