Once upon a time (like when I was working 16 hours a day for a bucketful of escort clients), I used to get seriously bent out of shape behind customers who used and abused me. And even though I’m now in retirement, the memory of scum and douchebags of monumental entitlement is vivid. Didn’t like them then – and wouldn’t like them now! I count the disappearance of this ugly reality in my life a silver lining to the storm cloud that has been hovering over me these past 4 plus years. But just recently while attending the Halloween party I referenced yesterday, I got a fresh reminder of what it was like to be used by losers.
In my conversation with the girl who would pretend to care about me in a ruse to access my money, she admitted owing her independence and success (such as it probably isn’t) to her association with guess who (me). It seems that a couple of years back, this individual was fired from her job for being an undependable, not that in-demand, fall down drunk with an attitude and self-image not quite in line with how the boss herself saw this girl. I myself ignored all the minuses and concentrated on her prodigious technique and amazing chest. Forgive my indiscretion. When dealing with you-know-whats, there are certain characteristics I seek with them which are less paramount with other people.
But I digress. This woman (who actually paid $250 to advertise here for one month) was out of work and asked if I knew of anybody who might hire her. I’ve mentioned before that finding work for sloppy employees is not something I’m crazy about doing. Experience had taught me that generally, neither party (employer or employee) knew how to say thanks for the hook-up, but were always quick to blame me if something went wrong (like for example if an employee steals money or a customer and then runs away. Which surprise…surprise, did happen).
Regardless, on this occasion, I made a recommendation because a) the girl had actually pulled enough money together to advertise here for a month and b) I had a prospective new client who employed American girls, and was about to make a payment to advertise here. It seemed like the right thing to do though I was well aware I was setting myself up to be used.
So what do ya think happened? Take a wild guess. The girl got the job…and brought another employee with her. The prospective advertiser (Lear as it turns out) never forwarded a payment for his ad. With normal/decent people who understand the concept of reciprocity, they might show some form of appreciation. Ya know…like a benji for the hookup…or a free session? Predictably, nothing came back in any form from either party. Oh well! Not the first time that happened. At least I didn’t hear anything back with one party complaining about the other. Ok! So there ya have two users (and losers). Where’s the third?
Lear was renting apartments from a hustler named Danny, who came up with the brilliant idea to sublet every apartment he could find in the Craigslist sublease section, and then sub-subleasing them to hookers. What he really wanted was tourists. But he couldn’t fill all those subleases therein so he took to soliciting Backpage ads to find girls willing to pay the freight. And one day, I found no fewer than 15 come-ons from the guy sent to girls for whom I was running ads.
So I called to let him know he was emailing an adman and thus wasting his time whereupon he offered to “hit me off” in exchange for me letting all my clients know about his operation. As it turns out, girls were constantly asking me if I knew of apartments or girls who needed roommates. And from that point on, I would answer that question with Danny’s name and number. Was Danny good to his word? Don’t make me laugh. I never actually met him…and he never proffered one dime for all the business I threw his way. Within just a month or two, the guy went from having apartments lying fallow to putting girls on a waiting list. And I assume I had a lot to do with that, considering the number of customers I’d sent to him who were actively paying Danny for places to work from.
One day, a client I’d sent to him did something really funky and disrespectful to me. I knew the guy was operating out of Danny’s subleases and called Danny not asking for all the back money he owed me…but just that he cut the reprobate off. His answer? “I can’t do that!” As you can imagine, that was the last time I ever spoke to that scum bag!
Now back to the girl with the chest acknowledging that she owes her independence and success to me. While in the employ of Lear, she managed to get the number of the guy through which Lear was accessing his apartments. And once establishing that contact, she was able to work independently rather than for an owner who may or may not appreciate her fucked-up attitude and habit of smoking weed and drinking hard liquor in excess on the job.
Ah! Memories…haunt the corners of my mind. I’ll tell y’all what. I might miss all the money I was making back then. But I sure don’t miss the douche and scum bags who would use me. And that trio would head the list. Lear…Danny…and Chesty? Ugh!
But there was one satisfying moment when the chesty user revealed that Lear is just a trick whose girls rob him routinely because he’s too stupid to know how street girls roll. I offered “I hope you got him for a lot as he’s as unappreciative a shithead as they come in the business.” And to myself, I thought “Except for you, Chesty! The chance you’ll ever get within a hundred miles of one dollar in my possession is nil. But you keep tryin’. And I’ll keep laughin’ atcha!”