Note to Mod:  I edited this post & removed explicit detail, so it doesn't "seem like a review".  

 I take a business trip to Memphis.  Unfortunately I'm no longer on P411, which is ideal for quick hookups, particularly when traveling.  All I've got is my sugar site. Once in Memphis, I go into full monger mode--aggressively shopping for quick hookups.  Your failure rate goes up when operating that way.  But quick hookups are available on sugar sites, & I only have a week in Memphis.  
   
   My first Memphis dinner date is with a 20 year old Native American who's not quite as hot as her pix.  She's a trim, fuckable 7/10 with beautiful long black hair.  But after a few years in the sugar bowl, I've gotten really picky.  I give her $100 for dinner & cut my losses.  I'm saving my cash for something better.    
   
  My best prospect is a smoking hot 21 year old brunette who just joined my sugar site.  She lives in northern Mississippi "on a plantation".  That's jarring--I'm definitely in the Old South now.  We swap pix.   She sends a bikini shot taken that day.  Way hot.  She wants to skip dinner & agrees to a $400 hookup.  Yep, she's a hooker.  Back home, she'd never be my SB.  But for a quick out-of-town hookup, why not.  I make a secondary offer & we agree to spend the night together in her hometown--$400 that evening, then another $300 in the morning.  

 After work, I cross the border into Mississippi & book a room in her tiny hometown (about 50 miles south of Memphis).   We meet in the hotel parking lot & there's good news/bad news.  The good news: she looks like her pix, a southern-fried Megan Fox.  Bad News: she's sunburned & wasted, like she's been drinking on the lake all day.  We go to a drive-by liquor store, where the clerk knows her on a first name basis.   She wants two bottles of Fireball (omg); I buy that & a bottle of Sangria.    

 We go back to my hotel room, where she's drinking and texting, and spills Fireball on the carpet.  I slowly sip sangria from a plastic cup.  I put some music on and she stretches out on the bed.  We talk a bit, then do some light french kissing & foreplay while I slowly strip her down to her panties.   There's a white string hanging from her slit.    
   
 Z:  Babe…are you on your period--it looks like you're wearing a tampon.  
   
 SB:  Oh God, I forgot about that!  I just got off my period.  I put one in this morning, just to be safe.    
   
 She steps into the bathroom, pulls out the tampon & holds it up.  
   
 SB: See, it's clean.    
   
 I'll just admit this now:  I've driven a long way and no longer care if she's drunk, sunburned, or bleeding.   Playtime is over--it's time to fuck.   At the 15 minute mark, she realizes that she's being fucked in a serious way.  
   
 SB:  My boyfriend only lasts about 5 minutes.  
   
 Z:  We're just getting started, babe.    
   
 Note:  I hear that a lot.  Some of these young girls have limited experience, mostly with high school & college boyfriends.  When they finally run into a guy with decades of P4P experience, it's a new ballgame.   I have to give this southern belle credit: despite a horrible start,  this becomes the most intense sex I've had in a while. Afterwards, she lies on the bed with a spaced-out look.    
   
  I walk to the sink & wash my face & cock, then drink two cups of water. I'm exhausted and my jaw is sore (she nearly broke it during oral).  She's still spread out on the bed, this beautiful great-great-granddaughter of the Confederacy.   My trick knee twitches.  I'm not spending the night with her--I barely know this girl.  I can imagine waking up the next morning with my wallet and car gone.  And then calling the Sheriff of Rebel County, omg.  
   
 Z:   Hey babe, there's 400 in this envelope.   There's another 100 in my wallet--I'll give you that as well and we'll call it even.  I'm driving back to Memphis.    
   
 SB:  I thought we were spending the night together!  
   
 Z:  Ah no, I need to get up early.  If I stay,  i'll hit Memphis rush hour on the way in.    
   
 SB:  You said we'd watch a movie together.    
   
 Z:   You want to stay all night just for an extra 200?  
   
 SB:  I really need the money.    
   
 Note:  She may be playing me, but I'm the one welching on the deal.  She's held up her end, & a gentleman keeps his word.   So I drive to an ATM while she follows in her car.  I give her another 200.  An expensive fuck for sure.  But the sex was so good that I can't complain.  While I'm driving back to Memphis, she starts texting me with the ardor of a high school girl.  To be fair, she's just a few years out of high school.  And she's drunk.  Most importantly, I just gave her $700 for a 90 min throw. That's a lot of money in rural Mississippi.   I don't reply to her texts.  I'm night driving on unlit state highways, relying solely on GPS.  I'm worried that I'll lose my signal.  A sample of her texts below:    
   
 SB: I want to see you soon.    
   
 SB:  It's not about the money, babe.    
   
 SB:  I want this to be exclusive.  It will be a lot cheaper next time.    
   
 SB:  We can just do the 400 next time.  What do you think?  
   
 SB:  Babe?    
   
 Note: I get back to my Memphis hotel really late.  I silence my cell & go to bed.   I wake up the next morning, and there's another text from her, sent at 4:15 AM.  
   
 SB:  I'm yours if you want me (nude photo attached).    
   
 Note:  In P4P, you have to be immune to ridiculous texts like these.  Some guys would read these texts & think they've picked up a girlfriend.  I smile as I read them, then delete the entire block--it's garbage.  I send a carefully worded blow-off text that morning:  
   
 Z:  Sorry for this late reply.  I really enjoyed our time together.  But I don't live in this area--we both knew this was short-term.  
   
 SB:  It doesn't have to be short term.  Even if it is, can't we see each other later this week?    
   
 Z:  I've already spent a lot of money on this trip. But I'll let you know.    
   
 Note:  I'm not seeing Drunk Rebel Girl again.  I've pretty much blown my P4P budget for the week.  As stated earlier, P411 would've been a much better option for a short business trip like this one.  --z

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Can you by any chance share your SB site?

Great story

 I'm on SA, but I try to avoid shilling for them out of respect for our host.  Just as a postscript to this thread: The Mississippi SB texted me for a few weeks after I arrived back home.   The last time I heard from her, the text exchange took a dark turn:

 SB:  Just wanted you to know that I wrecked my car this weekend and the police arrested me for DUI.  

 Z:  Babe, were you hurt.  

 SB:  No, but this is my second offense.  My court date is next week & I'm really afraid that I'm going to prison.  I'm broke & my life is ruined.  

 Z:  Your life isn't ruined.  I'm glad you were able to walk away from that wreck.  Get some help regarding your drinking before you appear before the judge.  You're young & trying to get help.  The judge will consider that.  

 It's a rather sad postscript.  I'm sure she wanted me to send money, but money isn't going to help this girl.  If a short prison  term dries her out, then that may be best.  I haven't heard from her since. --z

I would have at least offered to pay her conjugal visits while she was in the "big house" lol

and of course sending money would have been beyond dumb, even if she was telling the truth. A huge "if" as I am sure you will agree.

is better than mine or maybe you are just better at it. I sent messages to about 20 SBs on SA recently trying ti find just one hookup for one night I was going to be in LA. Struck out on them all, mostly no replies. In the past I have found dates on SA for one night visits in LA and my success rate for normal SA sugar dating has been excellent. But trying to arrange a one time thing for this trip has not worked for me. So I've done what any sensible monger would do, I contacted one of my favorite providers on TER. She's happy to hear from me and I'll be visiting her next week. But no luck finding a date on SA this time around.

 I'm pretty skeptical, but believed her car wreck/DUI story.  If you had met her that night, you'd probably believe it as well.  She's not just a party girl--she's an alcoholic.  She was drunk when we met.  She also forgot that she was wearing a tampon; was a well-known regular at the liquor store; and drank a bottle of Fireball in 90 min.  Our last few minutes together below:  

 Z:  Babe, let me drive you home.  Just leave your car here & you can get it in the morning.  

 SB:  I'm fine.  I only live a few miles away.  

 Z:  A cop would make you stand on one foot & touch your nose.  Can you do that.  

 SB:  Yeah, I can.  (she stands on one foot & touches her nose).  

  Z:  You look a little wobbly.  You have the right to remain silent...

 SB: Ha-ha, you do look like a cop

Sweetman:  if I remember your posts, you're only paying $200 a throw for RV sex in a Wal-Mart parking lot.  I've never been to LA, but I doubt $200 buys much there.  I hope you adjusted your rate.  $200 in my midwestern state puts you in the cheaper half of the P411 provider list--girls I wouldn't fuck for free.  
   
 I think you may be what the SBs refer to as a "Splenda Daddy", lol.  But if you're having fun, then who cares.  --

but how about the conjugal visits???

I had one SB contact from prison. Had no idea she could access SA from there. She was a DUI. Saw another that was in a dui accident. Was asking for money. Amazing what a wreck some of these girls are.

You lead a charmed life.  Good for you.  Perhaps one day my life can be as exciting.

Since I never discuss money amounts on an initial contact, except to make it clear that there will be some sugar, I doubt my budget had any effect on my lack of success this time around. And I am quite happy to pay higher rates in the big city and have done so on previous visits to LA. Anyway, I now have a date set for Tuesday nite with a lovely young provider I've dated before and enjoyed, so life is good!