Have you ever been the victim of a con artist but, after it was all over, felt that you could only blame yourself for not catching all the warning signs?
Last week I found myself in Peterborough. I called TNT Escorts, who advertise in the Peterborough Examiner ('Classy Ladies', the ad says). The friendly woman who answered described several ladies and I settled on a 19 year old 5'6" slender blonde. I was given a rate of $160. I asked if this was for a full hour and was told that it was. An hour and ten minutes after I had first called the service, they called back to say that the lady would be there in 20 minutes and that her name was Tia.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing before me was an unbelievably pretty girl, who sure looked 19, with gorgeous eyes, beautiful hair, and (the agency hadn't even told me this) a very lovely figure. I couldn't believe my luck. I immediately placed an extra $50 on the dresser. She told me that this was her first day and that I was her very first call. This was getting more interesting every minute!
Of course, I should have remembered the old saying 'If it sounds [and, in this case, looks] too good to be true....' But when intoxicated by the presence of a lovely 19 year old girl, one tends to forget such things. Everything began to unravel very quickly. She stated that since she was just starting, 'I don't sleep with guys, I just give head. Do you have a condom?' I told her that I only had female condoms (which, of course, can't be used for a BJ). She said that she had some in her car and that she would go down to get them. I told her not to and that we could just cuddle for the hour. (I was more interested in becoming a regular than in what was going to happen that night. She was that pretty! I kept wondering what she was doing in Peterborough. She belonged in Montreal or Toronto, if not New York or LA.)
After about ten minutes (I had managed to get a few kisses out of her and to get her to remove her sweater), she said 'I'm horny. I'm going to get the condoms.' As a bald, overweight guy who is rapidly approaching middle age, I should have remembered that it is not common for a 19 year old girl to tell me that I have made her horny. But when intoxicated by the presence of a lovely...
She put her sweater back on and said 'I'll leave my sweatshirt here. I'll also have a smoke while I'm down there.' She took a cigarette out of a pack and tossed the pack onto the couch, almost hitting me with it. And she was out the door. Ordinarily, I would be concerned about an SP I had just met leaving to get something out of her car. But Tia had left behind her sweatshirt and a pack of cigarettes. She had to be coming back, right?
Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. No sign of Tia. I opened the pack of cigarettes. There was only one cigarette inside. Then I examined the sweatshirt. It was old and faded and didn't look like it would fit someone who was 5'6". Then I remembered something. When Tia arrived, she had not been wearing the sweatshirt, she had only been carrying it. I had been the victim of a carefully crafted scheme.
Whoever concocted this scheme, whether it was Tia or the agency, I must commend them on how carefully and cleverly it was plotted and executed:
--Her story that this was her first call was, of course, a complete lie. Her usual modus operandi is likely to say that because it's her first call, she isn't aware that it is her responsibility to provide the protection, 'But I have some in my car'. How likely is it that a client will have condoms? But when she entered my room, she would have seen the female condoms on the night stand and therefore changed her story to 'I only give head'.
--Her statement before she left that she was also going to have a smoke and the subsequent tossing of the pack in my direction had clearly been designed to make sure that I was aware that she was leaving the pack behind. Of course, it wasn't until I opened it that I realized it contained only one cigarette. (I guess a completely empty pack would have been too obvious.)
--My favourite part of the scheme was the sweatshirt. She had clearly brought this old, junk piece of clothing with her for the express purpose of leaving it behind when she left. She also made sure to explicitly point out to me that she was leaving it behind. (I brought it home with me. I might put it up on Ebay.)
Another one of life's lessons learned. If only they could find a cure for stupidity.
Last week I found myself in Peterborough. I called TNT Escorts, who advertise in the Peterborough Examiner ('Classy Ladies', the ad says). The friendly woman who answered described several ladies and I settled on a 19 year old 5'6" slender blonde. I was given a rate of $160. I asked if this was for a full hour and was told that it was. An hour and ten minutes after I had first called the service, they called back to say that the lady would be there in 20 minutes and that her name was Tia.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing before me was an unbelievably pretty girl, who sure looked 19, with gorgeous eyes, beautiful hair, and (the agency hadn't even told me this) a very lovely figure. I couldn't believe my luck. I immediately placed an extra $50 on the dresser. She told me that this was her first day and that I was her very first call. This was getting more interesting every minute!
Of course, I should have remembered the old saying 'If it sounds [and, in this case, looks] too good to be true....' But when intoxicated by the presence of a lovely 19 year old girl, one tends to forget such things. Everything began to unravel very quickly. She stated that since she was just starting, 'I don't sleep with guys, I just give head. Do you have a condom?' I told her that I only had female condoms (which, of course, can't be used for a BJ). She said that she had some in her car and that she would go down to get them. I told her not to and that we could just cuddle for the hour. (I was more interested in becoming a regular than in what was going to happen that night. She was that pretty! I kept wondering what she was doing in Peterborough. She belonged in Montreal or Toronto, if not New York or LA.)
After about ten minutes (I had managed to get a few kisses out of her and to get her to remove her sweater), she said 'I'm horny. I'm going to get the condoms.' As a bald, overweight guy who is rapidly approaching middle age, I should have remembered that it is not common for a 19 year old girl to tell me that I have made her horny. But when intoxicated by the presence of a lovely...
She put her sweater back on and said 'I'll leave my sweatshirt here. I'll also have a smoke while I'm down there.' She took a cigarette out of a pack and tossed the pack onto the couch, almost hitting me with it. And she was out the door. Ordinarily, I would be concerned about an SP I had just met leaving to get something out of her car. But Tia had left behind her sweatshirt and a pack of cigarettes. She had to be coming back, right?
Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. No sign of Tia. I opened the pack of cigarettes. There was only one cigarette inside. Then I examined the sweatshirt. It was old and faded and didn't look like it would fit someone who was 5'6". Then I remembered something. When Tia arrived, she had not been wearing the sweatshirt, she had only been carrying it. I had been the victim of a carefully crafted scheme.
Whoever concocted this scheme, whether it was Tia or the agency, I must commend them on how carefully and cleverly it was plotted and executed:
--Her story that this was her first call was, of course, a complete lie. Her usual modus operandi is likely to say that because it's her first call, she isn't aware that it is her responsibility to provide the protection, 'But I have some in my car'. How likely is it that a client will have condoms? But when she entered my room, she would have seen the female condoms on the night stand and therefore changed her story to 'I only give head'.
--Her statement before she left that she was also going to have a smoke and the subsequent tossing of the pack in my direction had clearly been designed to make sure that I was aware that she was leaving the pack behind. Of course, it wasn't until I opened it that I realized it contained only one cigarette. (I guess a completely empty pack would have been too obvious.)
--My favourite part of the scheme was the sweatshirt. She had clearly brought this old, junk piece of clothing with her for the express purpose of leaving it behind when she left. She also made sure to explicitly point out to me that she was leaving it behind. (I brought it home with me. I might put it up on Ebay.)
Another one of life's lessons learned. If only they could find a cure for stupidity.