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Hopped on the plane for a quick trip to Vegas.
Picked me up with the town car, and went back to her place.
Quick shower, ready for fun.  Took the town car back to Stratosphere, and took the elevator to the top.  We get up to the top and hop into the last car on the ride.  She unzips my fly, and finds my hard cock, and then she....

Next...

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... Ends up on TER.

It was a boys only vacation with my college buddies. We got together in Vegas sort of like a reunion.  We went to this strip club and this cute half asian girl kept being friendly to me,  I guess cuz she wanted to get paid lol we drank and drank. gray goose mixed drinks.  

She said she'll give me a blow job if we got the vip.  I was so drunk by then I wasnt really thinking and just wanted to find out if she'll really give me a blow job. Ah she did, but it was mediocre. She asked me if I want to "party". I had never been with an escort or stripper before that incident so I wasnt exactly sure what it meant although my friend told me a while ago about such "code words".  

She gave me her number and we split.  The next day, my friends were all sleeping and getting over their hang over so I decided to call her.  We agreed on 500 for full service.  I booked a room at another hotel cuz my friend was sleeping in my room.  She came to my room and we talked a bit.  She can tell that I'm nervous.  I told her this is the first time soliciting an escort.  She said not to worry and that we will have fun.  

Well that was bull shit.  She gave the most mediocre blow job ever and upsold me for Greek when I'm not even into Greek.  She then claims my dick is too big for her butt (bull shit excuse) and we skipped Greek even though I paid her more.  I asked her wtf am I paying her for she gave me some lame excuse kept up selling.  Then she said she wants me to fuck her hard,  kept complementing me,  but to cum in her mouth would be extra.  

Some how 500 became 1k and all I really got was a mediocre bj,  some Mish,  doggy,  and stupid bj covered in lotion because she didn't bring lube.  Bitch didn't cim either even when I paid her.  She just backed away when I unloaded.  After saying our good byes I took a two hour long hot bath mostly cuz I felt dirty, very dirty because at the time I had an SO that I never cheated on before this.  I washed myself for a long long time all the while my friends were calling me left and right wondering where I disappeared to.  

Well, I had no idea I'd get so deeply into this underworld where I'm spending 3-4 hrs of my time each day but if it wasn't for that incident I wouldn't have learned to be much more selective and careful. Good to have Internet resources like TER tineye Google etc. My hobby experiences have been much more enjoyable since this first one.

For example, a little over a year ago, my best hobby bud M, and I are checking into a hotel and he gets a pen from the hotel clerk that doesn't work.  So, he throws a fit and demands to speak to the manager who then upgrades him to a suite, gives him a $100 gift card to a local watering hole, and $50 of chips to boot.

I, on the other hand, returned to my room one night and found that my key card wouldn't open the door.  I hike down to the front desk and get a new key made up and still no dice.   So, I call the hotel front desk from a house phone down the hall.  (This is about midnight coming back from a M&G and I'm three sheets to the wind.)  I wait a half hour and call again and finally some suit comes up with a fancy pass key.  He can't even get in with his key.  It's another hour (And I have a noon flight the next day.) and this bozo is on the phone with Bill Gates trying to figure out how to open the door.  Finally something clicked and I got in the room.

At checkout I gave this whole story to the desk clerk but they said that there's nothing they can do if I locked myself out of my room, which I patiently tried to explain was NOT the case, but the hotel's own fumbling fault.

I would have been fine with a mint for Christ's sake but I got nada.  

I won't reveal the name of the hotel, but it rhymes with barrage, as in I got a barrage of shit from those folks.

Just not my town, I guess.

and you have an expert in that best friend of yours, If anybody can throw a fit, that fucking fucker is the one))

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I've been locked out of my room a few times. Three months ago I got locked inside my room. The deadbolt wouldn't unlock from the inside. They had to call a maintenance guy to get me out.

Fortunately, no provider in the room at the time.

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It would have made the time you spent locked in a lot more pleasant, hell it might have been days before you ever realized you were locked in.

I can see the call to maintenance being a bit different, something like "excuse me, but I am locked in my room, would you please send someone by in a couple of days to assist me. No big hurry, take your time"

-- Modified on 3/30/2014 9:01:55 AM

...this past summer I was supposed to stay in a wraparound suite in a hotel that rhymes with "Shmosmoshpolitan".  I arrived really late--they said they had no wraparounds left for the evening, but would give me food & beverage credits, stick me in a "reception suite" for the balance of the evening, and move me to the wraparound in the early afternoon for the balance of my stay.

Don't *ever* settle for that reception suite.  It's like a big conference room, and the only bed it has is a Murphy bed! (Go goog that one up!)

Went down and complained, got more food credits, and an upgrade to the Lanai suite for the balance of my stay at the wraparound rate.

I've learned how to whine very well, I guess.  Never get hot, just let the folks at the front desk know that they've let me down, and they usually come through.