Escorts In My Vehicle

[Beldivok]

Had some crazy times with a regular girl last year.

She was a couple of blocks away from me between a couple of frequent haunts and an ATM. 20 visits at least, all memorable.

However, she was a bit unstable, or just young, or on drugs, or a combination thereof.

She used to borrow money from me, and then give me $20 off per visit. It actually worked out quite well! ?

During the year, her Father died, her Brother died, she got robbed in Toronto, her phone died several times, she got evicted, she needed money for rent ...

Naturally I believed everything she said, gave her money, then we worked off the capital. A great system.

She seemed addicted to Bitcoin. Strange.

One night I made an appointment, got stalled, then ended up lending her $40 and driving her to Bingo in Vanier.

When she explained it to me it made perfect sense. And She looked great riding shotgun.

She said if she won, we would move to Florida.

We stayed in Ottawa.

I told her that she won the Most Beautiful Player Award. She seemed to like that.

She moved out of the neighborhood and her number is dead.

I miss her.

I've had something simular... It's funny how much such relationships are missed.

 

[Beldivok]

So I have side lined in a few clubs for a few years and before that I was a patron of some of the establishments, one of the girls I remember most was a gem and knew exactly how to play me. Played up the soft help me I'm a woman thing to evoke the me man must protect primal thing, as many Career strippers can she knew how to manipulate, I was naive at the time too so she played me hook line and sinker, numerous nights she would cry in my arms about how something other other hurt her feelings and how the job left her drained.

But after a year or so a lot of that game changed. all of a sudden any day I was available she would invite me to her house. I admit when there sometimes we'd go for a drive or to the movies, even eat out. and she'd even cooked for me once or twice. I started to see who she was with out all the defenses and at nights in her hot tub living room or bed room no money was exchanged. That for me was flattering. she switched clubs and insisted the club hire me too the Drive was longer but she begged me to work at the new place she was at. some of the patrons at this new place had different reactions to me than the previous clubs clints and atmospheres are different. as my career progressed I couldn't maintain moonlighting during the night but I miss those days with that girl, even some of the drama that was stirred up around her. the number I had for her doesn't work anymore, which is probably a good thing for me LOL

*edit* I forgot this was supposed to be a car story... although much of the crying and the like was in the car after work I'm not sure I'll leave it here. I'll leave it for now at least.

 

[libradoo]

This was before UBER days, after the haloween party at cmj, I got chance to give ride to the beautiful gal, before she wanted to stop by at MacD... so stopped obviousely since I was at driving seat just paid for her food and got nice return back the dfk, dropped her at her door and that was memorable incedent. Had such many memories from CMJ and Brass, love these two wonderful places.