Pre TER- a young dumb Fuzzy had a Redneck Ho take his $$$ in Fla.....
I had been drinking tequila shots, and swinging from a ceiling fan, and was horny as a mother fucker. I called a local "escort agency" in Tampa, and told them I wanted a young athletic,busty blonde. I got a knock on the door an hour later, and a fat, dentally challenged, grinning, greasy, stoned, hick appeared at my door. ( I was shitfaced from the tequila, and would have fucked mud at this point). I stupidly gave her the $$$ (Booze + little head = stupidity)!!!
The skank entered and told me she could only give me a HJ with an industrial grade BLUE RUBBER GLOVE. Pointed to her "husband" in a pick up truck with shotguns/gun racks in the hotel parking lot, and said "ma husband won't let me fuck ya, but a hand job is OK". She had a can of "Skoal" in her purse! She put grease on the glove, and jerked me off with the blued janitor's gloves. (I had to close my eyes and pretend I was with someone who was attractive). I shot a bucket load of jiz on her greasy hair. At this point she was pissed and said she would have to go to "the salon" LMAO. Then she went to my hotel bathroom, and proceeded to steal my toiletries/aftershave and personal items. I was blind drunk on tequila, and probably would have stuck my foot up her hillbilly ass if the hick husband wasn't toting beaucoup shotguns right outside my door.
I recall she had about 8 teeth in her mouth, and was glad in retrospect I didn't get an uncovered BJ from her skanky Skoal coated mouth! lol 
I learned about TER about a year later, and have NOT had a nightmare like that since.
Happy Hobbying! Fuzzy
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But goddammit, that's a funny story! Thanks for the laugh.
that is more like a horror story.
Dude, sorry to hear that.
At least you got a good story out of it. 
TER has helped me in all kinds of ways. Mainly it has kept me from being ripped-off, so I would say it is a great insurance plan (of sorts). However, I do have one story from my teenage years that was pretty bad.
So, my girlfriend and I were in my bedroom fooling around. Her pants were down and we were getting into it, so we didn't notice that my sister (who was about 7 at the time) had walked in to my room. We looked up in astonishment, and she looked on us in wonder. Then she asked us, "Mom and Dad are making popcorn. Do you guys want any?" (Thank goodness she didn't know what we were doing.)
Of course, being the curious little girl she was, my sister asked me at the dinner table the following evening, "How come when your girlfriend comes over you two always lie on top of on another?"
But sorry, no horrible provider encounters as of yet.
but she was kinda distant and kept talking about herself... her travels and the fact that she had lived in London... on and on .... finally I reached over to kiss... we got down to business... about 5 min in she says... "hey can you hurry up and finish...I've places to go and people to see!" I finish... ask to shower, and as I am coming out of the shower... she is on the phone with her "places to go and people to see" folks and she is a bit miffed - as they are STANDING HER UP! as she hangs up she says "Damn... I was hungry and now these dudes have bailed on me... and i've nothing to eat!"
Kind hearted soul - I say " hey I've not eaten either - I'll buy you dinner.." her comment "eat.... with you? you are kidding!"
Needless to say, we didn't connect....
Oh, did I also mention that during the session there was a fire drill...?! yikes...
there was the UTR provider (she was a dancer) who drugged me, took my camera, cash credit card and cell phone..... but that is another story...
LMAO! That would have been a sight!!!
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I would never feel safe with a lady ever again.
WOW!!! YOu are lucky you weren't seriously hurt.
A real object lesson in not trusting a dancer who offers to provide, even if you feel you know her.
Last nite in Vegas about 12 yrs ago, before internet, horny as hell. Call up an agency (STRIKE 1) They send over a gal, nice looking, but starts upselling from the start (STRIKE 2)
Was a quickie, but halfway through, I notice on the rubber, that Aunt Ruby showed up, (STRIKE 3)
Really ruined it for me. I was pissed, she left all upset and asked me not to tell the agency. I went to bed, and the agency calls (or was it her?) 2 hours later to see if I had a good time... LOL WTF!!!!!
I had an appt with a very well known provider in CC Philly. I was given the hotel name and location that morning when she called. Appt time came and I called to let her know I was there at the agreed hotel in Society Hill. The provider picked up and said "oh, I forgot to tell you I'm at a different hotel in CC." Ok, I'm a little irritated, but hey these things happen in this hobby, and I'm still very horny! I get my car out of the garage I just paid to park in and head for CC. I get about 6 blocks from the new hotel and get caught in traffic from the fire dept blocking the street. I pay to park in another garage six blocks from the hotel and start to boogie to get there ASAP. Ok, now I'm finally at the correct hotel and she's running late, aaaaaaaaaargh!!!! By now my male enhancement drugs are really starting to kick in, oh boy! Now it just so happens there is also a convention of the Babtist Church at the same hotel. You all starting to get the picture now? So here I am with a rising lump in my pants surrounded by Baptists, not a good combination. I finally get the call and room number to head up and see my lady, thank God!!! I find the elevators and push the call button for "going up." Well something in my pants is already quite UP! Damn male enhancement drugs. Here's where it gets good, the elevator opens and I get on the empty elevator, ok cool. All of the sudden nine of the largest Baptist ladies I've ever seen get on the elevator with me, this is not good! Now not only are they very large Babtist ladies, they're also very congenial, and going to the same F'ing floor as me. Mean while, the front of my pants looks like a pup tent pole! I'm sure at this point I'm about to meet my demise and be ravaged by nine very large sexually repressed Baptist women. Well thank God I finally made it to my providers room, actually at that point she was more of my savior than provider. Luckily the session with my lady friend was quite good, but the perils of getting there, terrifying!!! TRUE STORY
I was recently told by my all time favorite that we are not compatible. I must say never was disrespectful or anything less than a gentlemen. To me, I think that sucked.
In my newbie stage I had seen a provider a couple of times. Pleasant young lady with a killer body.
We were just starting a session in a lower end hotel when there is a knock on the door. She asks "who is it?" and the reply is "the hotel manager". She and I both panic and I run to the bathroom, without grabbing my clothes. I'm in the bathroom listening to her talking to the manager. He then says, "We think you are working as an escort." She denies it. He then asks who is in the bathroom. She says, "My uncle."
My uncle?! WTF? Oh shit, now I think I'm toast. I'm thinking about my photo splashed onto the front page of the newspaper. Then, the manager says, "Okay, we were just checking." He leaves and I tepidly come out, to see her trembling on the bed and trying to light a cigarette with shaking hands. I tell her I should maybe go, but she says she wants me to stay and calm her. Okay, even though I'm shaking she's still hot with a 21 year old natural dancer body so the little head takes over and I stay. We ended up having a very good session, although I'm still not sure how I was able to get the equipment started under the circumstances.
So, an hour later I leave. She suggests that I go out the side door, rather than the main door that leads right by the main desk. I do and as I'm walking out, the friggin fire alarm goes off! I make a Carl Lewis dash to my bright red truck, start it up, and fly out of the parking lot in a scene out of Lethal Weapon. My heart is racing and it must have taken three days before I calmed down, thinking at any moment the police were going to show up at my suburban home.
Oh, the memories . . . .
illicit nature of this business... which makes me go bananas... especially if the lady is hot... We are all aware of the danger and the finite probability of getting caught... either by an SO, LE or just plain jealous folks... for the more I am in this hobby, the more I see examples of a community that does indeed care about one another - as much as any other community to which I belong....
Thanks for the story.
That might put me off the hobby for years.
Good on you for having the, er, stamina to keep on going after the manager left.
Saw a provider who advertised herself as a "Japanese Beauty". Great picture of a young, good looking Japanese girl. No info on Erotic Review, but I was able to use the Internet Wayback Machine to locate her defunct website and some reviews. Reviews were good, and she was very cute. Called her up, and spoke with her in Japanese. She was the real deal.
Made the appointment.
Showed up, happy and excited. Really looking forward to it. She answered the door. Young, cute as a button, slightly heavier than her pictures but still very attractive.
Left the gift on the dresser.
She was obviously unhappy, so I tried to keep things slow. Gave her a massage. Started to talk with her. She wanted to keep speaking Japanese. I was happy to practice.
Huge mistake. Out came a sob story that would have killed anyone's sex drive. She'd been seduced by her host family's daughter, abused verbally and psychologically, bullied into becoming a provider, lost her self respect, couldn't face her friends and family back in Japan, ended up fleeing the abusive host family and her ex-girlfriend / manager but stayed in America and in the business because she couldn't stand the thought of going home, etc, etc.
Many people in the sex industry don't want to be here. Almost everyone gets burnt out now and then. As a hobbyist, I understand that; that's the main reason I stick with independent providers rather than going with agency girls or AMPs.
If she was that burnt out and miserable, she should never have been taking clients. I should never have stayed in the room once I saw how badly she was damaged, but I was younger then, less experienced, and compassion can mix in strange ways with a hard on.
A year or so later she passed through the area again. I did not arrange a meeting.
I've been with unattractive providers, insane providers, providers who were much older or younger than they looked, and once with a provider who was terrified of me at the start of the evening, but that's the experience that sticks out as the absolute worst.
you never know, had you left the session without going through with it... she might have been punished... so do not beat yourself up.... this is another of the reasons I would like to see decriminilization....
