Originally Posted by
uglyphil
Oh actually just remembered my worst moment. It actually made me shiver to remember it.
VERY early on in my punting career I went to my local shop. It was a Sunday afternoon and apparently all the WLs were all tired so there was only girl available. She came out and I kid you not she was the epitome of the fictional hooker (ie the ones that do not have a "heart of gold").
Her hair was messy and unwashed. Her makeup looked as if it had been applied by Homer Simpson's makeup shotgun, set on 'whore'. She was short and fat. Her clothing was old (very old) lingerie which was in such bad shape that it hung off her arms and had several ripped holes in it. She was (and I hate to say it, but there is no way to put it nicely) ugly. She was missing at least two teeth from the front of her mouth and I had no desire to explore the back to see what her dentures were like there. She had a droopy cigarette that hung out of the side of her mouth and dripped ash all over the floor. She was at least 50.
She called me "love" and explained that the only services she offered were covered french (which I didn't what that was back then) and straight sex. All for the princely price of $300/hour!!
I explained that I was new to the game, too nervous and had to leave. I couldn't get out of there quick enough.
I often wonder of she was a joke, sent out to customers that they did not want to serve for one reason or another in order to scare them off. I sure hope so.
It took me WEEKS to want to go to a WL again, and more weeks before I could enter a shop without that image entering my mind. I have never been back, and I never will.
**shiver**