So back when I first started providing I didn't screen because I didn't know such a thing existed. I was exclusively bp and still learning.
I got a call for an outcall, got to the neighborhood and the houses were all huge and nice. I pull up in the driveway, and the guy comes out to greet me. I walk up in my dress and heels and give him a big hug. Then his wife walks out. I look at his face and have a horrible realization."Am I meeting you?"
"Who are you looking for?"
"Um...John, I'm sorry I think I have the wrong address"
"What address do you have? No, that's right"
"Oh, so sorry, he must have written it wrong, I'll call him. Bye!" Apparently this jokester was the guys neighbor and watched the whole thing. Had the nerve to comment on my car on the phone after to let me know he'd seen me. It's funny now and I'm sure the innocent guy I hugged and his wife have a funny story to tell.
If I pretend that I'm beating a woman, my dog will attack me and snap at my crotch. On the flip side, he likes to hump women when aunt flo is visiting. So one time my ATF was at my house, and we had just finished our lovemaking. She was still naked. I said, "Watch this, " and pretended to beat her with a back scratcher, yelling "Bad Mia! Naughty Mia!" Instead of attacking me, he ran up to her and stuck his cold little nose in her pussy. You should have seen the look on her face. She didn't get mad, though; I think she saw the look on MY face and realized the dog wasn't supposed to do that.
I know what you mean about “the dog”, what I ended up doing is putting the dog/dogs in another bedroom and shutting the door. Which did make it worse, because of the barking et cetra… the noise messed up my end….damn Nikki lol
A looong time ago (15 years?) I wanted to fulfill a fetish I had of a haircut that turned sexy. So, I asked in this discussion board and a provider answered she'd be willing, but I'd have to bring my own scissors since she didn't have any. So I picked up a pair at Target on the way and got to her building. I called from the parking lot and was told to meet her at the front door and she'd let me in. Back then a lot of providers didn't post ANY photos in their ads, so I didn't know what she looked like. I got to the door, and after 30 seconds or so, a young woman wearing a housecoat over something skimpy came down and let me in. She smiled and told me to follow her. I went up the elevator with her, and gave her the scissors which she accepted and looked a bit puzzled about. Well, we got to her apartment, I left the donation in an envelope on the table by the front door (all according to agreement) and took me to her bedroom, told me to get comfortable and lay facedown on the bed. I did and was a little confused, since I don't see how she'd cut my hair while lying on her bed. She came back topless and proceeded to give me a fantastic massage with a decent finish. As I was cleaning up and getting dressed I asked about the haircut and it was obvious she didn't know what I meant. I then asked if she was provider 'A'. Nope, she was provider 'B' and was massage-only, not GFE like 'A' was. Apparently, they both had a first-time client showing up at the same time, and I beat provider's 'B' client to the door, and provider 'B' beat 'A' to the door. I often wonder about the guy who got provider 'A' and what he thought of her asking where the scissors were.
... and you've display admirable resiliency with your attitude about it. You were used as the butt of a prank and you can laugh about it. The insensitivity and disregard of the feelings and real life consequences on the part of those being pranked is pretty disturbing. I can only imagine your emotions at the time... possibly mortifying? Or not...
It was so startling that I had little room to be mad or mortified. Funny thing was the same guy apologized a few weeks later, blamed the cocaine he was on for his antics, and wanted to see me for incall. That, obviously, did not happen.
Don't do drugs kids! Or do, but don't prank hookers!