I can actually confirm that this girl is a rip-off artist. Here is what happened to me:
I texted her and was told I would receive an hour for her HH rate since I had to drive out to Langford... Being a sucker for a deal I agreed. I was leery of the "party friendly" statement in her ad, but her pics really got me going. Anyway, I arrived at the agreed upon location, and was told to call... I did and was told she would meet me at the front of the building. She was working in a nice, residential condo next to Millstream Village. So far, no red flags. As promised, she meets me at the door. She looked a little rougher than Inwould hope for, but seemed freshly showered, and I was game. So, here's where it gets a little shady... On the elevator ride up, she says she needs the money up front. Having been taken like this before, I say 'don't worry, I've got the money'... She then tells me about the last three clients not 'paying up'. This feels weird to me, but again I assure her I'm good for it. Once inside her place she invites me to have a shower. Obviously I should have declined, but having worked all day, and being courteous, I say 'sure'. She tells me she'll be in the bedroom, and asks again for the payment. Foolishly, I hand it over, strip, and head for the bathroom. Now, not 2 minutes go by, and as I'm peeing, getting ready to Hope in the shower, there is a loud bang on the bathroom door. A mans voice yells, 'who's I. There?!' I say 'Hang on'. I know right now I've been had. He bangs again and tells me to open up. Now, I'm butt-ass naked, and not going to open the door in this condition. So again, I say 'Hang on' and quickly get dressed, prepared for a fight if need be. I never bring anything to these dates but the cash for the lady, and may car keys, so I'm not too worried. I open the door, and a VERY sketchy, bugging dude in a wife-beater is there. 'What are you doing here?' He asks. I said I was invited up. He asks by who? I say Sophia. He puts on a pretty Ste.ler performance at this point and says 'Awe Man! She KNOWS she's not supposed to bring anyone over here! This is my mom's place! What the fuck?' So I ask where she went, and he says she left and is probably waiting for me in the lobby. I apologize, and leave. Is she in the lobby? Of course not. So, angrily, I text a threat abiut coming back to the condo later to fuck the place up. A few hours later, I get a message from the number claiming to be an acquaintance who had his cell stolen by her and had only just got it back... He implored me to leave the condo and the occupants out of it, and that her name is Casey and lives at 278 Obed. I have yet to do anything further.
Thoughts?