Summer outed in Fall!

October 5, 2009

The real name of the perpetrator below has been removed upon receipt of a text message from her on Friday that she is now working with a “juicy” 20 YO, giving us the long-awaited (by both of us) opportunity to tag-team a barely-legal girl.

The Summer (real alias) mentioned in several of my previous posts is none other than _____________, maiden name ____________, of Bradenton, Florida, Bayshore High School, class of 1989.

As related in Less to Atone for, I went to Trapeze swingers club last weekend with _____, who I originally met through an escort service. A few days after my return, I noticed at least 2, and perhaps 4, beans missing, the container for which was last touched by her on the way to the club. The pills had originally cost me $13 each and are dope, literally and figuratively.

The only other people who had access to the car while the pills were in the car were the valet at Trapeze. However, as she was putting the container back in place and I asked her to hand it to me, she suspiciously assured me, with no prompt from me, that she had put all the beans back in the container and put them back in the console, not in my hand. Since our return, despite the mushy talk on the way home about how good sex is between us and how well we travel together, she has failed to return two phone calls and didn’t reply to a text.

And of course, as those of you have dated hot chicks over the past 15 years or so are well acquainted, missing drugs, prescription or otherwise, is as part and parcel of dating hot chicks as having to pay for overpriced filet mignon, which, to her credit, she didn’t order during lunch on South Beach last Sunday (and a dinner buffet, including a carving board, is included in the cover charge at Trapeze).

Filet or otherwise, it takes a lot to cross me – way more than it should – but if you seriously cross me, you end up being outed on my blog. I have since resold some of the beans at the profit to a friend, cutting my average cost to $9.50 (and, in the process, committing yet another crime I am admitting to on this blog), so for the sake of maybe as little as $19 out of my pocket, the world, including her two barely legal daughters, now knows ______ is a prostitute. And a darn good one, I should add. DARN good! What a shame.

Measure that $19 or $38, ______, with the $300 I gave you for the trip, the hot sex you had at the club with two or three other women and that guy who blew a load on your chest before his date attacked him and they both fell on you, the ridiculously-hot, porn-quality sex you and I always have and the money you would have kept making having more with me, and the fact that I’ve given serious consideration to dating-you-dating-you. Good move.

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