Yeeeeesh. So not good smh. Firstly he dicked around on the times, was last night at 6 pm, then today 10 am, then 2:30 pm. I grow increasingly annoyed. A few other things blah blah.
He walks in the room, first words out of his mouth are, "You by yourself? I need to check to make sure we're alone."
You guys, I lost my fucking mind. I'll admit it ~ when I'm asked that, it scares the daylights out of me. When I'm afraid, it makes me super aggressive. This poor man never stood a chance against Hurricane Celeste.
"Omg, why? Were you followed? Will someone else knock on the door? Will WE not be alone?" says I to him very sarcastically.
"Uh no of course I wasn't followed...?" *confused look as he ~ unasked ~ places donation on table*
"Well my gosh! You'd better look everywhere then, shouldn't you? Quick, open the closet door! Wait, what will you do if someone's IN there? *he carefully opens door, no boogeymen🙄*.
"Check the shower, hurry! Ohhhh, the shower curtain is back, clearly showing you that no one's in there. Hmmm!"
Client says uhhhh this is getting really weird. Girls, I gave him THE LINE😆. I said the LINE about how the last guy that had asked me that, I killed & ate his liver with some fava beans & a nice Chianti *dances 💃around*. See the original post in How Not to Book an Escort, World Championships.
He left the donation & ran for the door. LMMFAO.
I'm honestly feeling a teensy bit bad bc I really did come down on him hard, but goddammit don't come in my room asking that shit. I'm seriously debating putting it on my website.
Anyway. I got paid AND got to yell at someone👍🏻. Score!