
Originally Posted by
Mr Bastard
Had a real oddball once at 359 Riley St, many moons ago to save current managemen'st face, rocked up picked a girl, non remarkable. once in the room she proceeded to go into the shower and start smelling the shower trap, no hint of disguise, blatantly bent right down there and was having a good ol whiff, I was thinking that she had thought I had done a shit or something, then that thought soon turned to thinking she was a total nut job.
She thought that there was a camera in there, filming up through the torrent of water streaming through as it woud do.
Started the session soon afterwoods. Very awkrard girl to say the least, had all these crazy ideas and what I beleived to be planned scenarios on her part as to how the punt should go, down to the minute.
I suggested that this didn't feel real good, amongst her constant jibber and eratic behaviour she relaxed for a minute,
Slowly we begain to engage in mutual foreplay and light conversation, I was stressed at the time and mentioned in conversation that my stresses were due to money and business dealings and yes, debts that had worn me down over a couple of slow months. She switched back to controlling the punt, got herself into a position that was almost impossible to penetrate her and says this gets her off, all the while telling me how her boss was due in within the hr and could help me out with my money problems.
Again I say this doesn't fell quite right, this girl has ripped off on a real tangent by now, 100 miles an hour, fuck me like this, SO GOOD, MY BOSS HELP YOU MONEY, NO FRET, HE COME SOON
I am thinking this is the worst punt ever, until, I am soon convinced.
She unravels herself from me, grabs phone and heads to shower with phone in hand, all the while putting fear into me by saying she can fix my fears in relation to my off handed comment about being stressed over what is now plastic paper. Full jibber and insanity.
This girl has now taken herself to the shower, makes the call to her boss? Or some ficticious character, rambling on about not only what she thought were real concerns for me, but all manner of things psychotic,, squats, then proceeds to dedicate into the shower trap whilst going ballistic banannas to what I beleive was an imaginary boss lord on the other end of the line.
I was up, dressed and high tailing the fuk outa there before her feaces hit the floor.
Goodnight Irene.
WTF