I broke bread with this chic the day before Christmas. I was surfing the page and text a few chics, but I just couldn't do it. I could tell from the addresses that they gave me, that the majority of those chics were hood chics and I wasn't trying to have a bloody Christmas. I called 2 other chics in the Buckhead area and they both gave me decent rates for their areas. I thought about seeing both of them, but I just kept it to one since this chic's pics seemed more authentic than the other.
The other chic's pics seemed to be pulled directly from a magazine somewhere. I spoke with this one earlier in the morning, but she said she didn't have a room yet and would call me in the afternoon when she got one. She finally got one after lunch time and wanted me to come at a certain time before she had to go pick up mommy. Mommy, I love you. I couldn't make it at that time, so we re-scheduled for an hour later.
An hour later, she called me when she arrived to her hotel and told me I can start heading over there. I did just that and made my way over to her nice upscale 4-5 star hotel. Pretty nice, but I'm always a bit on edge going into these upscale hotels. You know security is always watching the comings and goings. Anyways, I got to her hotel's entrance and noticed a black security guard at the main entrance. Rats!! Those are the worse ones. You know those fools always got to play Super Negro.
As soon as I got into the hotel, I started calling her on my phone as I didn't want to look suspicious walking through the hotel aimlessly. As I got her on the phone, the stupid black security dude started asking me, "Which room are you looking for?". I quickly made up some fictitious room number while hoping this broad gives me her room number. The security then asked me which number again as the lady at the front desk was now steering me down. I told him the number again and he said, "oh I thought you said such and such number, because there is no such room number". Ok, Super Negro.
He told me where the elevators were as this chic on the phone would only tell me to call her when I got to the elevators. I have to make it pass the Super Negro security and the front desk attendant first, lady. Sheesh. Just give me the room number and tell me where the elevators are before I get in, so I wouldn't have to be looking all stupid and suspicious out there. She needs to work on that. I finally got to the elevators and called her to find out what to do next. Non-vipers, you know what to do next. Vip'ers, read on. Will I repeat, maybe. She's in a very nice hotel and has a nice body on her, but she needs to be upfront about her rates and perform all services.
