I am writing a book but it's mostly about my experiences with the infamous Victoria Baker and the cast of characters that she brought into my life...
I'll get you into the credits but nothing on the back end...A few months ago I found myself heading up to LA for meetings so I wanted to take advantage of the “down time” I had and get together with a provider. I thought I would take a look at backpage to see if there was any new talent that I wanted to roll the dice on (I know how spotty that source is but I have a pretty good method and rarely get burned). One of the gals advertising was just incredible – beautiful, maybe 26 years old and although a newbie, she looked fierce and unafraid and most importantly I was drawn to her. That was it, I set it up – worked out the details and we were on.
When my meetings were done I drove to the hotel where we were scheduled to meet, she texted me the room number and there I was knocking on the door. She had it cracked open and told me to come in. I stepped in, closed the door behind me and there stood one of the the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, standing there smiling at me. Without thinking I said “you look amazing, beautiful girl” (evidently I say this often). Then I saw her look immediately change to scrutinizing, then to FURY. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE” she screamed!! I was standing there baffled but something in my head was telling me this may be all my fault somehow. She almost immediately grabbed one of those short heavy hotel room glasses and winged it at me, it grazed my dome and exploded off the door behind me. As I turned to run over the broken glass and get the hell out of there, it hit me exactly who this gal was, Fucking A, I was getting out of there fast!
She was screaming at me at the top of her lungs, and I was hearing lots of noise from her room as I was literally running for the stairs (I didn’t want to be waiting at an elevator with her in pursuit, if she was in pursuit).
She was a girl I had spent time with in my last foray into the hobby in 2009 - she was a freshman in college making extra money doing “body rubs” and I had done something then that had absolutely crushed her emotionally and had possibly sent her down her current path.
Fuck, I felt terrible - but I was still driven by forces unknown to try and get with this beautiful woman – even though I had no right to. So I stayed in the lobby bar sapping beers and watching making sure she didn’t leave. After an hour and a half or so, I texted her and told her I completely understood her position and I knew her time was valuable and I would like to at least pay her and talk for a minute. To my surprise, she said ok.
I went to her room, she opened the door (in sweats but still looking insane) and I handed her the envelope and started apologizing profusely for my sins 6 years prior. She listened politely, then explained how my prior actions had hurt her, called me a narcissistic asshole (in many more words then that) and told me to get the fuck out!
I went to my car and on the long drive home I pondered that moment of clarity and the clear view it provided me of myself – I was officially and unofficially retired from the hobby right then and there…
That's how this hobbyist retired...
-- Modified on 7/26/2016 12:20:08 PM
When my meetings were done I drove to the hotel where we were scheduled to meet, she texted me the room number and there I was knocking on the door. She had it cracked open and told me to come in. I stepped in, closed the door behind me and there stood one of the the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, standing there smiling at me. Without thinking I said “you look amazing, beautiful girl” (evidently I say this often). Then I saw her look immediately change to scrutinizing, then to FURY. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE” she screamed!! I was standing there baffled but something in my head was telling me this may be all my fault somehow. She almost immediately grabbed one of those short heavy hotel room glasses and winged it at me, it grazed my dome and exploded off the door behind me. As I turned to run over the broken glass and get the hell out of there, it hit me exactly who this gal was, Fucking A, I was getting out of there fast!
She was screaming at me at the top of her lungs, and I was hearing lots of noise from her room as I was literally running for the stairs (I didn’t want to be waiting at an elevator with her in pursuit, if she was in pursuit).
She was a girl I had spent time with in my last foray into the hobby in 2009 - she was a freshman in college making extra money doing “body rubs” and I had done something then that had absolutely crushed her emotionally and had possibly sent her down her current path.
Fuck, I felt terrible - but I was still driven by forces unknown to try and get with this beautiful woman – even though I had no right to. So I stayed in the lobby bar sapping beers and watching making sure she didn’t leave. After an hour and a half or so, I texted her and told her I completely understood her position and I knew her time was valuable and I would like to at least pay her and talk for a minute. To my surprise, she said ok.
I went to her room, she opened the door (in sweats but still looking insane) and I handed her the envelope and started apologizing profusely for my sins 6 years prior. She listened politely, then explained how my prior actions had hurt her, called me a narcissistic asshole (in many more words then that) and told me to get the fuck out!
I went to my car and on the long drive home I pondered that moment of clarity and the clear view it provided me of myself – I was officially and unofficially retired from the hobby right then and there…
That's how this hobbyist retired...
-- Modified on 7/26/2016 12:20:08 PM
I still have no idea what you did and how any of this was your fault? By the way my father told me this when I was just a lad "Son you can't trust anything that bleeds for a week straight and doesn't die"
A friend of mine who used to also partake in the hobby could never get his head around why I spent so much time and money on Body Rubs. I explained to him that every once in a while, when I campaigned long enough and put enough time, effort and money in - I could close the deal with a college girl who was young, tight, fierce and would never really consider giving it up for money. It brought a large amount of the "thrill of the chase" back into it for me. This guy was rich as fuck and lived everyday like it was his last but he thought that this proposition was impossible and he challenged me to close the deal with a body rub girl with all kinds of conditions (she had to be hot, couldn't be over 23 and I had to have email proof). I was afforded 3 tries and the bet was I paid him 10k if I lost and if he lost he would pay me the 10 plus my expenses.
I took him right up on it - and checked out backpage for a few weeks, found a qualified candidate and started my first campaign (bcc-ing him on every email). The very first girl I went to see was the 21 year old that grew into that amazing beauty I was talking about at the top of this thread. Don't get me wrong, her looks were downright intimidating back then too.
I never even had her jerk me off in a massage session and the amount of time & money I spent on that campaign was astounding. It took 5 weeks and a solid 6 grand to get where I needed to go to win the bet. The weird thing was, I really liked her but the wonk of the bet and everything made any idea of a relationship untenable - so after sleeping with her maybe 3 times I closed her out. She was so pissed! Honestly, I thought she was more infatuated with my lifestyle than me - but she was young and fierce and I figured she wouldn't even remember me in a month or two. My friend wrote me a check for 16 grand and I "carried on solider" until my afore-discussed date...
This is just despicable
As a former body rub provider (and no extras) I find you to be despicable and low class
How dare you book a provider with limited menu with the intent of bargaining or pressuring for more?
Glad you're retired. Good riddance.
Shame
Shame
Shame
Sham
Well at least you have finally found it!!
Good for you Goldie!
How did you make the jump from Body Rub with no extras to "Providing Everything"?
By the way - that "joke" was weak when I first heard it 10 years ago. And it had nothing to do with the OP's post.
Apparently you really are a Dumbwhiteguy.
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-- Modified on 7/26/2016 6:54:01 PM
It was not meant to be a joke and you must be a youngster if you only heard that "joke" 10 years ago. Funny part is that I am not even a white guy
a little "game" has a story like this where they regret how they treated a particular girl. Its part of growing up. The important thing is that she finished college, one way or another, and went on to work as a highly-paid escort. Maybe you did her a favor and she just doesn't see it yet.
I guarantee after she saw how much I've changed from then to now - she's glad we didn't get into a relationship. ://
I mean come on now, the timing is quite a coincidence don't you think? Now you have me even more paranoid about seeing where that would go! That is exactly my concern!
Regardless, what does it have to do with seeing established providers and why would you quite just because of that? It is not at all the same situation unless you fall into a situation where the lady is doing it against her will. Those situations are clearly best avoided obviously.
I have become very good friends with a small number of providers. In fact, in three different situations I made a life saving or stabilizing difference they would have been totally screwed without. One got hit with two different unexpected financial hits at the same time. She landlord was about to start eviction, if she lost a place to live she would have lost custody of her kid to her ex, if she lost custody she would have lost the child support she needed for the place to begin with. (Believe it or not, a lot of providers are not rolling around in as much money as guys think.) So I made her an emergency loan. Of course I did insist on getting collateral. But it was the right thing to do or she would have been totally screwed. Another I got to face her legal and drug problems, get into rehab, and get back in her kids lives at least part time. Another I helped address a medical issue that was almost her undoing a year before.
This hobby is what you make if it. You can look at it as trying to get everything you can get and to hell with the lady after or you can approach it as trying to be a good person and treat people right. Of the few providers that know me well they often comment how much the appreciate me. When I contact them, I'm moved right up the priority list to accommodate. I can go on and on about this. The three examples above are a sample and the more extreme situations. But there have been many other occasions I have done smaller things to help a provider out of a situation. In all those cases they have been far better off for knowing me and they would not have know me without the hobby
I didn't read your post and I barely got through the above TBH.
I don't mind writing a novel on this discussion board but I hate reading them - I don't know why...
Sorry Brother - maybe I'll find some adderall tomorrow and try reading your referenced post then.
My situation outside of the hobby is probably a lot more complex and morally bankrupt (at least when I'm hobbying) - than yours is - which helps me to take a more critical look at myself.
That girl had a lot of potential and IMHO now she has less - for a fucking bet.
giving us her info so we can support her career. I'm always looking for ddg girls to bang
Ha Ha - It's Mila Parker!
Go get her boy...
There
used
to
be
cumshot -
someone
who
reviewed
her
speak
up
her TER page has been removed.
But I did find some residual info on google. Saw some photos.
Not sure if she's worth $1000/hr for that body though (what looks like b cups). She'd have to have some killer performance.
Go get her boy...
She was!! but she was not the girl I wrote about - but Mila was arguably the most sexual woman I have ever been with...
Or does this all sound like the plot of a 60's Tony Curtis-Rock Hudson-Bridget Bardot movie that was never made? The happy ending is that Tank and Mila eventually run into each other again in Akron and get married. Or in the 21st Century version, Tank and Rock get married. SMH
Ha - another one that our Italian friend told me not to fight with...
Come on Pussy
Cat - go easy on me - this was the truth (well everything but her name being Mila Parker was)...
I just want a screenwriting and executive producer credit with juice on the back end.
I am writing a book but it's mostly about my experiences with the infamous Victoria Baker and the cast of characters that she brought into my life...
I'll get you into the credits but nothing on the back end...
" She was a girl I had spent time with in my last foray into the hobby in 2009 - she was a freshman in college making extra money doing “body rubs” and I had done something then that had absolutely crushed her emotionally and had possibly sent her down her current path. "
Nothing in your post says what you did or what happened on the first visit
Or did I miss that?
because for me the worst date ever including hooker and civie girl was with a civie girl.
was going to pick up this really hot civie kgirl but before going there stopped off at Starbucks and ordered me a Grande green tea latte with whip cream. so had a nice beverage and got myself ready. and as i was headiing to her place my stomach felt funny. but brushed it off. got to her place and picked her up and off we went to Morton's steak house.
and as we were driving there my stomach fucking hurt and i could feel that urge of taking a shit! fuck knew it. felt like major runs! goddamn it. fucking forgot im a little lactose intolerant and Starbucks green tea is made with milk! fuck fuck fuck.. so im like trying to smile and force a laugh as the girl is chatting while using all the will power of heaven and hell to clench my ass cheecks to hold back the shit building up! and was getting drenched with cold sweat with all the exertion! the girl like mentioned if i was hot since sweating a little and i said yes with clenched teeth. fuck! couldn't believe this happening! to actually to shit on the first date
eventually i could stand it any longer. i was going to shit in my pants!!!
suddenly told her i need to goto the bathroom and quickly speeded into a ElPollo Loco and shes all nervous cause i was racing. quickly parked and told her ill be back with clenched teeth and beads of sweat on my face. walked/ran with a clenched ass cheeks like i had a rod stuck up my ass and im like panting please god hold on please god hold on...got to the men's toilet and tried to put a cover on the toilet sheet but had no time felt the liquid shit bursting out!! just dropped the pants and bent crouched over the toilet and fucking exploded like some coke cola bottle that was shaken before openning! shitted all over the toilet but god! the release. i swear felt better then the orgasms when some kgirl sucking my dick like a hoover vacuum while im cumming in the mouth!
and kept shitting, stomach kept hurting. so ended up shitting for 30mins eventually got back to the car and we were quiet. so quiet could hear crickets. just an embarrasing and awkward moment.
rest of the date just never took off. i was just too embarrassed. we ended up never going for a 2nd date.
my worst date ever. but i have to say diarrhea shitting has to be one of the best feelings. i think more so then orgasms from cumming.
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EVER...
I have gotten stitches a couple of times on dates but enjoyed the process that caused the injury AND enjoyed
the sympathy afterward. This had nothing for me bedsides injury, guilt and regret (and blue balls)...
Along came Poly...