I meet a 19 year old College SB at a restaurant near campus. She's damn hot: Irish girl with a tight frame, auburn hair & fair skin (with freckles!). The older I get, the younger these SBs look, lol. There's an inexhaustible supply of college SBs on campus now. And they'll jump in bed for cash. If I had the money, I'd fuck three or four a week. I ask about her background, and give her an idea about of my own history. Then I lay out the framework of my past arrangements: intimate hookup once a week @ $400 + occasional gifts.
After our first date, I usually wait for the SB to contact me. That clarifies things. If she texts me after Date #1, then she's made up her mind. The next morning, Miss SB sends me a "Hey" text. Translation: "Let's fuck, daddy. I really need the money". I book a jacuzzi suite for us later that afternoon. When she arrives at the hotel, Miss College SB goes to the front desk and asks to see me (using my fake name), omg. She already has my room number, but these college girls gravitate to the hotel front desk, as if they need 'permission' before going to my room.
Miss SB loves the jacuzzi. After our hookup, she asks if she can stay the night with her friend. I give her a card key. "Sure babe, you can have your friend over. Just take care of the room for me". I'm more trusting of College SBs than providers (with the exception of my former ATF). But as you'll see, this carelessness comes back to bite me. I'm at work the next morning--I've totally forgotten about Miss SB in my jacuzzi suite. Then I get a text from her.
SB: Olivia & I are still in the tub. We're really bummed that we have to check out at noon.
Z: Glad you both like the room, babe. The hotel has a free breakfast if you two get hungry.
SB: The hotel slid a paper under the door, it looks like a bill. I don't want breakfast. I want to stay another day.
Note here: An alarm bell goes off in my head. The hotel receipt has my real name on it. And it sounds like she's making demands now.
Z: I've already paid for the room--just leave the receipt on the desk. When we hook up this weekend, I'll book the jacuzzi suite. You & Olivia can stay over again.
SB: We want it today.
Note: Can you believe this little bitch. I don't answer her text. I grab my car keys & gun my truck up the highway. It's normally a 30 minute drive, but I'm speeding up the Interstate like a motherfucker. I get there in a little over 15 minutes. I call her, keeping my voice low & even, like Javier Bardem in "No Country for Old Men" (lol).
SB: Hello?
Z: i'm in the hotel lobby.
SB: What…you're at the hotel??
Z: yes.
SB: Why….why are you here?
Z: i'm here to meet your friend. i'll knock on the door and you'll let me in.
SB: NO, DON'T DO THAT! I don't understand--I thought you were at work!
Z: there's a party going on in my room, i don't want to miss it.
SB: I can't meet with you right now…we were just leaving, it's close to check out time,,,Right?
Z: checking out is best. i'll get some coffee & come back in 15 minutes. the front desk will cut a new card key & then I'm coming in.
SB: WHY are you coming into the ROOM??
Z: because it's my room. don't leave anything behind. i'll be back in 15 minutes.
I hang up on her. If she thinks I'm a murderous sociopath, then that's a good thing. I've put her on a 15 minute pressure clock. I drive half a block away to a 7-11. I sip coffee & fill my gas tank. There's some risk here: she may have a swinging dick in the room with her. It doesn't matter. The play is in motion and I'm taking back the room. I wait 10 minutes and drive back to the hotel. My SB is in the parking lot with another girl her age. They're frantically loading up a car with overnight bags. Their hair is soaking wet and my SB is barefoot.
I pull into the lobby drive, the most conspicuous spot in the lot. Message to SB: Daddy's home & he's fucking angry. I ignore both girls as I walk into the lobby. I show my ID at the front desk.
Z: I need another card key for Room 201.
Hotel Manager: I just came out of that room. Someone was smoking in there.
Z: I let my friend stay the night. I'm going back there now. Is there any other damage.
Manager: I'll go in there with you, I've got a master key.
We enter the room and it reeks of cigarette smoke. Otherwise the room looks ok. The hotel receipt is on the desk.
Z: They definitely smoked in here--I'm sorry. What's the fee for smoking in this suite.
Manager: The fumigation fee is $250. But since you're being honest & not contesting it, we'll only charge you $100.
***Note*** the manager is probably playing me, but I'll gladly pay the 100. I need hotel mgmt on my side in this fiasco.
Z: My friend has at least two card keys, maybe more. I'll need you to deactivate all the keys to this room now.
Manager: Don't worry sir, I'll take care of that.
An hour later, Miss SB sends me a text:
SB: I didn't know you were so rude & aggressive.
Z: why don't you call me.
She doesn't dare call me. Final Note: I don't like scaring college girls. In fact, I really enjoy fucking them, so I don't want to scare them. But when someone tries to take advantage, you must seize the offensive & apply pressure. I had to push Miss SB out of that room ASAP with minimal damage. --
That would have been really messy.
One note to your story, I don't think the manager was playing you at all. Many hotels have some pretty strict penalties for smoking in their no smoking rooms. $250 is a very believable number. Quite frankly, as someone who quit smoking almost 30 years ago after being well over a pack a day smoker for 19 years, I am glad the penalties are so high. Rooms that have been smoked in are disgusting IMHO.
Side note, did you ever consider trading out a threesome for the price of the room??? lol
I have no idea what that meant. But honestly, it sounds like more manipulation, and I have zero tolerance for it. I wanted them both out of that room. If I have to leave work just to deal with an SB, then the arrangement is over.
As far as giving her the card key, it wasn't a smart play on my part. We had just met the previous day. But generally speaking, I'm much more trusting towards an SB. We had an arrangement, which meant that we'd meet every week. So there's incentive for both parties to hold up their end. She gets a weekly allowance, I get a weekly hookup. She lost a lot of money--thousands of dollars (long-term)--by overplaying her hand that day. --z
I have done some things I could have ended up regretting. I rented one of my current faves a car for about two months, fortunately she is over 25, she is the one that just turned 28, but that could have been a disaster, but it worked out ok and I am still seeing her, quite happily I might add.
So yes, sometimes we do things that aren't too smart in retrospect, but you are certainly right about one thing. She lost a lot more than you. BTW, one major difference in our situations, I don't mind at all if a Sugar Baby knows all my personal information and I regularly have SB's over to my home. Obviously I am not married. lol
which was never paid back. This is such a classic no-no, but I had to learn the hard way. But I also don't mind if a girl knows my personal info and I too have had several over to my home. But I am married! This was done with my wife's knowledge and permission on nights she was away from home. Most recently because she was spending the night with her BF. Pretty damn polyamorous around our house!
Unfortunately I haven't really had any better luck either. I will confess, many years ago a lent a hooker "buddy" a few grand to furnish her incall, we were pretty good, well actually we were very good friends, the money didn't mean a lot to me and I knew she needed it to be able to conduct business so I gave her the money and immediately wrote it off mentally. Fast forward several months, she invites me out to dinner, nothing surprising there as we went out to dinner on a pretty regular basis, but what was surprising was the big fat envelope she handed me with every penny of what I had loaned her paid in full.
Hookers are just people, it's usually a good idea to consider any money's loaned to all friends as gifts and not to ever expect repayment, or be prepared to lose a lot of friends. But there are exceptions.
Several years back the University of Alabama lost his job because he left hookers in his motel room and they were ordering up room service and a bunch of other stuff. You got off lucky at only $100.
and yep that would have been messy ... she definitely messed up a good thing by overstepping her boundaries.
but I'll bet you never do that again! Unless you know the girl quite well it's nuts to leave her in the room you rented and are responsible for. Thanks for letting us learn from your experience!
I guess the same applies to Suger Baby's... You got off easy but if this was an OK deal, they'd have followed therules & cost you nothing. Lucky you were able to roust them...