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Originally Posted by sancocho
+1 on that old ASPD review, TTH.
"Honey, this is Juicy Lucy. She's the one who showed me that thing you like so much."
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Not sure if this is the one, but it's one of the funniest things I've read in a while.
I pulled this out of the time capsule.
http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=8243
Date: Mid August
Provider: Nope
Phone or Pager: Nope
Email Address: Can't give you that, either
URL / Website:http://
City: Chicago
State: Illinois
Area / Address: Twilight Zone
Appointment Type: Incall
Provider Category: Independent
Activities: Severe embarrasment, egg on face, tightening of all orifices, followed by dinner and tense conversation
Session Length Scheduled: 1hr
Fee: 3C's
Total Paid: Court Ordered
Was Tipping or Upselling an issue?
Was the Description you were given accurate? yes
Hair Color and Length: Black, and longer than before
Age: 45
Race: caucasian
Perfume/Fragrance: Fresh and all Natural
Smoking Status: Could Not Tell Either Way
Where did you hear about this provider? A friend who may never let me live this one down
Provider`s Body: Still very pretty.
What was the Provider's Attitude like? You have GOT to be kidding me.
Comments: Since I have no idea what might be the appropriate forum for this, I'll just put it here. If it gets moved, great. It probably deserves it's own category.
Some of ya'll might remember long ago when I had an interesting session with another Chicago lady, who probably had more Xanax in her than the local pharmacy. Couldn't make that one up, and I damn sure couldn't make this one up either. It really happened. I'll turn gay before I ever go through Chicago again.
See, a good old UTR friend of mine who travels quite a bit often gives me ideas for certain other cities. Knowing that I get to Chicago quite a bit, he mentioned a former flight attendant there who happens to provide. Very much on the QT, but beautiful he said. Sent me a pic and a phone number, with a strong recommendation. Even with the face blurred out, there was something oddly familiar about her. The body was great - but there was this strange twinge of familiary in the jawline. A real HDH, which intrigued me. And so I placed the call. The voice didn't ring a bell so much, even though something still seemed...well...curious. I chalked it up to one of those vibes we get about a woman who reminds us of someone we once knew. It was strangely pleasant, but with a sense of foreboding. But when the little head starts to talk...
So I get there, mull around pursuing business till the appointed hour, and head for the incall. Downstairs. Nice place. Upscale. Fantasy stuff. Great hotel. Upper floors. The view of the skyline will be great tonight. So, like an idiot, I turn the radar off, shutdown the early warning system, get on the elevator, and blithely head up - totally ignoring a bad feeling of deja vu. Bad move.
Off the elevator. The sign says the room is to the right. Walk down the hall. Find the room. Notice a do not disurb sign on the handle. SOP. Knock, with roses under my arm and wine in hand. Straighten up, shoulders back, suck in stomach. Smile. Blue pills have had an hour. Armed and ready. Raise eyebrow for effect. Door opens.
Twenty-four years it's been, but there was no mistaking who opened the door.
Helloooooooo, ex-wife.
No lie.
The Hindenberg didn't deflate as fast as I did. Both of us inhaled so fast we nearly sucked up the carpet. Nearly simultaneous "YOU?"
Stammering, Nervous laughter. Pee'd britches. Long pause. Really lonnnnnng pause. "Uh, hi." 'Nother realllllllllly long pause. Realization that the evening's plans ain't gonna happen. Concern that my soldier might in fact never salute again. Quick prayer for a heart attack to take me right there and then. Small talk. Verrry small. Followed by "Er, ya wanna go get something to eat?"
Dinner conversation? Sortof like this: "Did you do this when we were...?" Followed by "Did YOU do this when we were...?"
Check.
Friends, you can call duck or BS or whatever on this one if you wish - but as I live and breathe I have never in all creation ever, EVER had anything remotely like this happen in my existence. Turned out she turned to the hobby after a furlough awhile back, and never went back to flying. Planes, that is. Still gorgeous - but I'd been down this road before, and it cost a helluva lot more than $300. With dessert, this time it only cost about $80.
So far.
Walked her back up, wished her well, shook hands...and I slunk away like Carl Spackler after the priest missed the putt. Got back to my hotel. took two aspirin, three naproxen, one Ambien...hit a glass of Scotch...and called my friend. Who laughed his ass off. And bet me that I wouldn't repeat this strange tale in public. Believe me when I say that I debated posting this for almost a month. It took that long for the blood to return from whence it had drained.
And now, I have just recouped the cost of my dinner in hell.
Give you her name and contact info? No. I promised her I wouldn't. Not sure why she asked that, but I'm pretty sure I know why I agreed.
Blackmail, first. Than there's the fact that plenty of other jokers on here get to Chicago, too...and it's probably just plain better if you didn't know. I can tell you this though. By all accounts she's improved considerably in 24 years.
Or maybe it was me. Either way. If you knew, you might giggle at the wrong moment - at one or both of us.
The morale? Always listen to that little voice. Do not shut it out. It's probably an echo.
Would you recommend this Provider to others? NO