Note to Mod:  I edited this post & removed explicit detail, so it doesn't "seem like a review".  

 I take a business trip to Memphis.  Unfortunately I'm no longer on P411, which is ideal for quick hookups, particularly when traveling.  All I've got is my sugar site. Once in Memphis, I go into full monger mode--aggressively shopping for quick hookups.  Your failure rate goes up when operating that way.  But quick hookups are available on sugar sites, & I only have a week in Memphis.  
   
   My first Memphis dinner date is with a 20 year old Native American who's not quite as hot as her pix.  She's a trim, fuckable 7/10 with beautiful long black hair.  But after a few years in the sugar bowl, I've gotten really picky.  I give her $100 for dinner & cut my losses.  I'm saving my cash for something better.    
   
  My best prospect is a smoking hot 21 year old brunette who just joined my sugar site.  She lives in northern Mississippi "on a plantation".  That's jarring--I'm definitely in the Old South now.  We swap pix.   She sends a bikini shot taken that day.  Way hot.  She wants to skip dinner & agrees to a $400 hookup.  Yep, she's a hooker.  Back home, she'd never be my SB.  But for a quick out-of-town hookup, why not.  I make a secondary offer & we agree to spend the night together in her hometown--$400 that evening, then another $300 in the morning.  

 After work, I cross the border into Mississippi & book a room in her tiny hometown (about 50 miles south of Memphis).   We meet in the hotel parking lot & there's good news/bad news.  The good news: she looks like her pix, a southern-fried Megan Fox.  Bad News: she's sunburned & wasted, like she's been drinking on the lake all day.  We go to a drive-by liquor store, where the clerk knows her on a first name basis.   She wants two bottles of Fireball (omg); I buy that & a bottle of Sangria.    

 We go back to my hotel room, where she's drinking and texting, and spills Fireball on the carpet.  I slowly sip sangria from a plastic cup.  I put some music on and she stretches out on the bed.  We talk a bit, then do some light french kissing & foreplay while I slowly strip her down to her panties.   There's a white string hanging from her slit.    
   
 Z:  Babe…are you on your period--it looks like you're wearing a tampon.  
   
 SB:  Oh God, I forgot about that!  I just got off my period.  I put one in this morning, just to be safe.    
   
 She steps into the bathroom, pulls out the tampon & holds it up.  
   
 SB: See, it's clean.    
   
 I'll just admit this now:  I've driven a long way and no longer care if she's drunk, sunburned, or bleeding.   Playtime is over--it's time to fuck.   At the 15 minute mark, she realizes that she's being fucked in a serious way.  
   
 SB:  My boyfriend only lasts about 5 minutes.  
   
 Z:  We're just getting started, babe.    
   
 Note:  I hear that a lot.  Some of these young girls have limited experience, mostly with high school & college boyfriends.  When they finally run into a guy with decades of P4P experience, it's a new ballgame.   I have to give this southern belle credit: despite a horrible start,  this becomes the most intense sex I've had in a while. Afterwards, she lies on the bed with a spaced-out look.    
   
  I walk to the sink & wash my face & cock, then drink two cups of water. I'm exhausted and my jaw is sore (she nearly broke it during oral).  She's still spread out on the bed, this beautiful great-great-granddaughter of the Confederacy.   My trick knee twitches.  I'm not spending the night with her--I barely know this girl.  I can imagine waking up the next morning with my wallet and car gone.  And then calling the Sheriff of Rebel County, omg.  
   
 Z:   Hey babe, there's 400 in this envelope.   There's another 100 in my wallet--I'll give you that as well and we'll call it even.  I'm driving back to Memphis.    
   
 SB:  I thought we were spending the night together!  
   
 Z:  Ah no, I need to get up early.  If I stay,  i'll hit Memphis rush hour on the way in.    
   
 SB:  You said we'd watch a movie together.    
   
 Z:   You want to stay all night just for an extra 200?  
   
 SB:  I really need the money.    
   
 Note:  She may be playing me, but I'm the one welching on the deal.  She's held up her end, & a gentleman keeps his word.   So I drive to an ATM while she follows in her car.  I give her another 200.  An expensive fuck for sure.  But the sex was so good that I can't complain.  While I'm driving back to Memphis, she starts texting me with the ardor of a high school girl.  To be fair, she's just a few years out of high school.  And she's drunk.  Most importantly, I just gave her $700 for a 90 min throw. That's a lot of money in rural Mississippi.   I don't reply to her texts.  I'm night driving on unlit state highways, relying solely on GPS.  I'm worried that I'll lose my signal.  A sample of her texts below:    
   
 SB: I want to see you soon.    
   
 SB:  It's not about the money, babe.    
   
 SB:  I want this to be exclusive.  It will be a lot cheaper next time.    
   
 SB:  We can just do the 400 next time.  What do you think?  
   
 SB:  Babe?    
   
 Note: I get back to my Memphis hotel really late.  I silence my cell & go to bed.   I wake up the next morning, and there's another text from her, sent at 4:15 AM.  
   
 SB:  I'm yours if you want me (nude photo attached).    
   
 Note:  In P4P, you have to be immune to ridiculous texts like these.  Some guys would read these texts & think they've picked up a girlfriend.  I smile as I read them, then delete the entire block--it's garbage.  I send a carefully worded blow-off text that morning:  
   
 Z:  Sorry for this late reply.  I really enjoyed our time together.  But I don't live in this area--we both knew this was short-term.  
   
 SB:  It doesn't have to be short term.  Even if it is, can't we see each other later this week?    
   
 Z:  I've already spent a lot of money on this trip. But I'll let you know.    
   
 Note:  I'm not seeing Drunk Rebel Girl again.  I've pretty much blown my P4P budget for the week.  As stated earlier, P411 would've been a much better option for a short business trip like this one.  --z