Review by IAMLEGOMAN, February, 2011
A call to check rates for this skinny chick a few miles from my neighborhood resulted in two more sales calls from her minutes later to sweet talk and invite me to visit her own home. You'd think she's making enough money (for somebody else, it turns out) to live in a decent place. She directs me to a nice neighborhood and when I call back, she leads me to a crummy house a couple miles away where I would not knowingly choose to bring any cash. The place is unkempt with walls punched in and half a dozen locks on the early twentieth century driveway door. This place is a pit, but she stands outside inviting her guest to cross the river Styx to the hell that awaits just across her property line. Her hair is darker brown than in the picture from her ad, but her face looks the same. She greets me by asking if she looks like her picture. Yes, she looks like the same person except her hair is longer. She's got an ugly nasty male companion in the back room waiting to chase me away, and I mean chase me so long that it would be reasonable to call police for help. In less than a few minutes she requests some money for her time and companionship, and I'm coaxed to make contact with her body which is not unbearable despite two puncture wounds on her lower left abdomen and an oval scar that's bigger than a football on her upper outer left leg. She tells me she was in an accident. She has nice small breasts. She is misleadingly alluring. The joke is on me. She eggs me on to take some clothes off and touch her, racing toward the moment a minute later when her bullying buddy charges into the room carrying a large old camera and alleging that I just engaged in sex with a minor. He repeats many times, You're in a lot of trouble! You like it so far? Details follow for
