The other day I posted about my first ROB experience.  Hearing another ROB story actually made me feel better.  I knew mine was not the only such story or the worst one out there.

So what is the worse one out there?  And what lessons were learned?

picked up a lady working one of the casinos bars in LV. I was pretty hammered and I thought the safe was locked but it wasn't. When I woke up in the morning she was gone as well as about $2G.

Damn that sucks.  I guess even at that amount there's no point in calling the police or the casino, huh?

Makes me wonder if dye bombs are available to the public somehow.

but my fave ROB was the blond with the big lactating boobies who I hooked up with on 3 separate occasions... always an upsell, but just couldn't resist those boobies...  last encounter, she roofied me, stole my credit card, all me cash and my camera.  woke up the next morning - with the credit card company calling asking about my shopping spree in a ladies shoe store.  

Yup - quite the rip off bitch.

Did you get the tiger out of the room safely?  What did Mike Tyson have to say about it?

Tried to get a stolen camera back and ended up with a gun to the head by an extremely angry boyfriend or whatever with the lady begging and screaming for him not to pull the trigger. Obviously, her pleas were successful or I probably wouldn't be writing this.

Oh, and I didn't get the camera back. Decided to let them keep it.

Nothing but  afew cash and dash

Long time ago. I'm in a cheap hotel in a smallish town, it's the middle of the night, I'm half in the bag and horny. I call four girls advertising outcall in the local adult newspaper, only one calls back:"fancy" with close up big boob shot and 100 clams for a half hour. So I say, come on over.

I fall asleep and she wakes me with a phone call about an hour later, says she's at the hotel but can't find my room. It's a days inn, with sliding glass doors that open to the outside world. Turns out she's three doors down from me, knocking on the door to the janitor's closet. I poke my head out my door and whistle for her. BTW, I notice a car parked down that way, running, big black guy sitting in the driver's seat trying not to look at me. Sweet.

She comes in and she is heinous. Big tits in a see through wrappy-thing, but the rest is scary - fat, hook nose, thin lips, scraggly hair. Bleccch. She comes storming in and starts sweeping the room, looking under the bed, checking out the bathroom while babbling something about security. I'm just sitting on the bed trying to clear my head. The hundred bucks is sitting next to the TV half-under the remote, and she sees it and scoops it up, so my window to kick her is gone In my mind, I decide to get her on her knees in front of me, tit fuck her, and mess up that ugly face as best I can. That'll teach her

She, of course, has other ideas. She finally sits down on the bed next to me and says, "so what do you want?"

I tell her I want to tit fuck her and blow my load on her face.

She says, "aren't you a fucking charmer?" and starts yelling about all the faggot cocksuckers that think they can get the whole world for a hundred bucks, and how her time is worth something, and so on. I calm her a little and say look, let's just get on with this, just give me a bj please.

She says, fine, but you are going to pay me first. I say, I did pay you, you took the money off the TV. She starts getting loud again, denies that she took the money, starts pulling up her dress and turning out her pockets screaming "there! there! where do you think it's hiding, huh? do you wanna look up my ass?"

I really don't.

I tell her to get out, I'm resigned to losing my hundred and am not exactly in the mood, anyway but now she won't leave, she's just getting warmed up and I figure somebody's gonna call the cops soon.

I walk out the door and over to the pimpmobile. He looks the other way, and I bang on his window and motion for him to roll it down. I tell him "get her the fuck out of my room, or I will call the cops myself." He doesn't even try to pretend, and when she comes out the door behind me, he gets out of the car, grabs her by the arm and the hair, and forces her into the back seat. He actually looks at me and says "sorry, dude". I say "really? so you wanna give me back my hundred?" He smiles and says "I'm not that sorry".

Post script: I'm not sleepy now, so I'm tossing and turning, TV on and off, etc. There's a tapping at my door about an hour later, and a slim young hot black girl is standing there. I say, I think you have the wrong room, and she says "Boomer said you had a problem earlier and sent me to make up for it." I say, that's real nice, you know the other girl took all my cash". She looks ad and says "oh, sorry, well I guess I can't help you then".

Thanks anyway, Boomer.

-- Modified on 2/23/2013 8:06:29 AM

It is all good.

Was there on business and called a stripper agency.   Girl whispers in my ear that for 300 I can have everything.
I strip down and she asks me what I like and I gave some general answers not saying "I want you to.."
She goes to the bathroom, I hear the water running for a couple min, go to check and she is long gone.

Needless to say it was a long time before I used an agency again. Wish I would have know about TER then lol

It may well have been locked.  It's not outside the realm of possibility that she was working with someone from the hotel that provided her access to the safe.  (She texts them the room number she ended up in, they text her back the master code, or pass her a key...)

I know it's far fetched, and I admit I don't have any experience with LV hotel safes, but it's possible.

Still sucks either way.

Actually about 20 years ago in DC. I live there after college and I would head down to the city now and then to check out the streetwalkers around 14th street. I stop one night and pick up this blonde that was quite hot. We drove out to New York Ave. and to the place she had out there.

When we got to her place I park on the street. We were getting out of the car when two guys come up and one sticks a gun in my back. He told me to give him my money and I reach in my pocket and hand him what I've got. They run off and the lady asked me if I'm okay. I said yes, but that they took all my money. She swore at them and then asked me if I wanted to stop at an ATM. I told her that I didn't bring my card or wallet (so it wouldn't get stolen). I then took her back and she said she'd give me a discount next time. I'm still not sure I that was a random robbery or a set up by her. Either way it was not fun.

That was about the end of my streetwalker days. I also rarely take my wallet or anything to an appointment because of that.

I'm not liking these roofy and gun related stories.  Although they are serving the purpose of making me feel a little better about my experience and reassuring me it was a good idea not to escalate things.

This sounds like one of those "bad but could have been much worse" stories.  The guy in the car could have had a very different attitude and made this story more tragic.  It is interesting that he sent a compensatory girl to your room, and that she expected a fee also.  Wonder if the girl really conviced the guy she didn't scoop up any cash.

In some parts of the world people hide their real money and cards in a secret place and carry a muggers wallet, with a little cash and some bogus cards to appease their attacker.  It's possible a real bad guy won't stop doing bad things to you until he gets what he wants.  Might not be a bad idea.

Yeah, I usually carry a "hobby wallet" with only some cash and a 2nd credit card in it when I visit someone new. You never know what you're going to be walking into. Since I joined TER I haven't been in a situation where I've felt uncomfortable but I generally only see well reviewed ladies.

to find a pimp lying in the gutter folded in half with his head shoved up his ass.