Friday, September 12, 2014

Cuddlebuddies

Sabrina calls me. She's sobbing uncontrollably. Her life is falling apart, while she rebuilds it. She's gonna do something tragic if she don't get help, from me, today, now.


Sabrina

"Please help! I need a place to stay for awhile. I need you!"

Of course I drop everything and head over. Who needs sleep in the middle of the night?

I'm apprehensive, zero PDA from me from now on, for a lady gangraped by 7 preppy white boyz who nearly murdered by repeated strangulation and 20 slashes, left for dead in an ally. Even her babydaddy raped her and made her dig her own grave. I remember her last punch in public, after I swatted her ass. No more PTSD triggers from me.

She hugs me hard and tight. She gives me the best hugs of my life. Mommy hugs full of love and loss. Contrast.

She doesn't even insist on driving us back. Something must be horribly wrong....

Red flags wave, but of course I speed into drama at Wide Open Throttle. Time to slow down when I die.

Back to my place. All my furniture and TV stolen by Miss Lovely. Electronics disassembled in hiding. (Long story, extenuating circumstances, but similarities to Sabrina with her best friends, so I'm on High Alert for Doper Madness.)

Sabrina don't care. She's disturbingly comfortable with my loss of economic status. She's just happy to see me. I turn on the expedient music system. We dine and drink.

We shower, separately. She's shy, for a stripper.

We dress, barely. Together. She hugs me, again.

We go to bed, on the floor, on a camping mattress, in a sleeping bag made for one.

We cuddle.

And snuggle.

She kisses.

"I love you Whores & Hookers." She says.

"I love you too, as a friend." I XOXO.

"Thank you for being my friend. I don't know who else I can talk to. I've got nobody to talk to every day. I've lost my best and only friend!" Bigfoot, her ex, who tried to kick my ass before 98-pound Sabrina stepped between us, tough love, tough hate. She's opening her soul, again, but longer this time. Much longer. I lover her clean and sober lifestyle change.

She tells me her tales of woe, crying softly. I listen.

Fired from her new job she was so excited about. I'd driven her to work a couple times. She looked smoking hot in her waitress kit. Her experience in stripping and waiting tables is a powerful tool for extracting money from both men and women. Seems the other girls got jealous of competition. And the manager said she was too stupid to learn, her epileptic seizures causing amnesia and all.

And she's preggie, again. Yeah, she knows what birth control is. But her idiot married BF don't care to pull out. She put him in the poor house, after his $50,000 a year salary for his sugarbaby. I get to pick up his pieces, and her bills. Another abort, another child she loves, lost. Having that baby is a crime. The Death Panels get more work.

I stroke her hair. She loves that. Reminds her of her kidnapped daughter who stroked her hair until she fell asleep every night. She cries again.

We cuddle and snuggle. She holds me tight. That's new.

I massage her entire body, all night. I get maybe 3 hours sleep. She sleeps at least 6. That's new, better than her usual 1 hour a night for the past many years, thanks to seizure disorder from getting run over by a car, as a child, while visiting her hooker junkie mom.

Next day, clear blue eyes, not a hint of tears of rain. We live life.

That night, repeat.

I awaken, to a friendly handjob. A pleasant surprise. No pay to play, first time for everything. Sabrina is getting quite good at that. She loves to see my "seizure face" as she calls it. I've seen her seizure face. But her endurance is still low, ADHDDDDDDD as she calls it. She orders me to finish myself, as she watches. I comply. I've had so many situations where this cums up, with so many girls, through the decades. Might as well get used to it. She makes me feel comfortable with that. That's new. I like it. Good skillset, putting on a sexshow. Girls r horny, who knew? She giggles and cleans me up, inside and out, pumping my last drop.

"When was the last time you had sex?" I snoop.

"Three months ago, with Bigfoot."

"Are you fuckin anybody else?" I wait for a punch or curse, none received.

"No, but Bigfoot don't believe me." I wonder why?!

"When was the last time you got off?"

"It's been longer than that."

"That's too long, it's not healthy. I'd love to get you off, as a friend, you deserve it. I would help you relax, and get your life back."

She looks at me sideways, interest in her eyes, unable to hide it. I know. I wait.

We make plans for another out-of-state excursion for her to show her pussy to strange men. She wants several days this time. But I'm working to pay bills, I can't take that much time off. So she plans to take her roadtrip with her 2nd BFF, an elder sugardaddy who already bought her 3 cars and paid her bills for a year, despite only licking her once. It musta been great...she still won't let me, for now.

Eventually, it's time for her to go, her quest for cash exhausts one man, she moves to feed upon another host. I know the drill. I'm just glad it's not me paying her high maintenance. She packs her bags. I'm unusually sd to see her go. She feels the same. Her anger mounts over nothing. She blames me for everything. I allow her to vent. IDC, except when she's hugging me, or fucking me.

She picks a fight, over Fuckbook, to justify her abandonment. She wants desperately to stay, but I cannot afford it. Nobody can. Until she settles down and grows up, to quote Bigfoot.

Next stop, getting her off....

Lust call for alcohol

I look for women like this. I want to make them feel happy and satisfied, for a lil while....

True Sex Tale: Cici, "We have made love five times this year. It's September."

I'd settle for that, sometimes. Maybe she drove him to it? My last 10 years of marriage were 100% sexless, with the alcoholic wife. Maybe I drove her to it? I've tried to learn my lessons....

It's a challenge to find someones who will put out on-demand 24/7, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, with mutual orgasms.

It's a hell of a lot easier for a woman to find that, than a man to. Can't we get along?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Merchant of Deth

I believe you hav a heart, I alleged....

...I do, she replied softly,

after her thieving lying death threats lol.

Thank you, Miss Lovely.

So much has happened, so little time and opportunity to write, Gentle Readers..........

Friday, August 1, 2014

70 year old hooker twins fuck 300,000 men

Cracked is Whack: The 5 Saddest Prostitutes in the World - "Your grannies are whores!" Lindsay Lohan's daddy tells media his daughter is working as a $100,000 a night hooker. Wanna fuck a 385 pound homicidal circus clown? Would you pay $385 on Backpage to fuck an 81 year old hooker? How about a monkey rescued by SWAT from sex slavery?

Sometimes my 20 year old hookers remind me of 80 year old hookers lol.

Mangina sues stripper to get his mojo back, W&H moves in with stripper to get his mojo back

A 32-Year-Old Texas Man Is Suing A Stripper To Get His Harry Potter DVDs Back

Houston stripper says she was fired days after lawsuit


Sabrina got surprise bond from a friend, almost derailed her trainwreck self-detox before turning herself in to stay away from doper family

I know how he feels.... I got robbed today by Sabrina, but it was for a good cause -- a drug test -- she's CLEAN! And other necessities required for getting hired for a real job. Though she did want me to take her to take her clothes off tonight, but I'm busy working, so I can give her mo money haha.

I emphasized it's a loan, or a handjob. These girls try so hard to pretend these are "gifts". She even stole a pair of sunglasses on the way to her probation officer. At least it stopped the crying over the Bigfoot that got away. She's a kleptomaniac and pathological liar, I hope that gets cured by sobriety?

Sabrina was also fired for cash-and-dash on customers at a very upscale strip club, because only the club owner is allowed to steal $40,000 a night per customer. She's supposedly "fired forever and banned from every club on the west coast," according to management. It's time for her to quit that career anyway, learn a more socially acceptable method of stealing a paycheck.


My crack is whack greeting card for Sabrina the needle whore

W&H: "You have rage issues. And you steal from a lack of love."

Sabrina: "Bullshite. But I love you, as a friend. But I will never fuck you again. You're not my type."

W&H: "Ha. I predict you'll be begging to fuck me again someday, just like Tracy, you just can't resist me!"

Sabrina: (screaming) "See that's the shit that makes me hate you and makes me wanna use again!"

W&H: "Ha! You're strong-willed and I like that about you. You get me hot when you do that!"

Sabrina: (laughing) "Thank you for all you've done for me. You're a good friend."

W&H: "This is what I like best about you, the Real You. No drugs, healthy, clear-headed, not driving like a lunatic 16-year-old (except for nearly ripping my wheel off while parking). How are your seizures?"

Sabrina: "Don't have any. If I get 8 hours sleep, and eat healthy, it's not much of a problem."

W&H: "That's awesome. Too bad you have so much trouble sleeping. Hopefully that will get better too. I'm so proud of you! Can't wait to visit you at your new job."

Sabrina: "I start next week. Now get the fuck off the phone with Miss Lovely!"

W&H: "I love it when you get jealous! LOL"

She leans over to give me a hug.

We drive her errands, spending my money, wasting my time during my work, sunshine everywhere. It feels good.

I miss my True Blood, Spring Breakers and Secret Diary of a Call Girl DVDs. Thankfully these girls hate my scifi, but love curling up in my bed watching chickfliks.

So I moved today in with Danica, a happy hooker/stripper/milf/patriot/Truther with a heart and soul, conveniently next door to Miss Lovely in da wiggerhood cellblock loonybin free-fire zone. I just saved a ton of money on my rental contract, about $5,000 a year. I can invite Ashton to fuck and swap DVDs at my leisure lol, if she's not too skeert of bullet holes in cars. ML's lovin it! But she does scare me a lil bit, jealousy is a bitch.... I like that in a woman!


Danica's baby gave me a big hug, asked me to stay, with his eyes

If crazy Tracy had paid a lil rent and didn't blow $150 to $500 a day on dope and gettin robbed (and raped), we could've stayed together at my cozy lair, enjoying the swimming pools, jacuuzi, privacy and relative lack of gunfire. But it's impossible for her to control herself since her daddy blew his head off on Fathers Day, after his argument with her. Now even her addict mom won't allow her to rent the vacant apartment next door, or help her organize her life in any way, too busy overdosing with seizures and handing out money daily from Tracy's trust fund. A Perfect 10 with a ton of money, but I walked away. Everyone else ran lol.


My Perfect 10 streetwalker Tracy moves out to Homelessville

But Tracy flipped the fuck out last night, went psychotic as always, seeing folks in the car who weren't there, unable to recognize me as me. Good to know that stress triggers her schizophrenia. I took her hand and talked her down off that suicide cliff, told her everything would be ok. "I love yous." She can stay with me anytime she wants a place to stay, it's part of my lease contract with my new fuckbuddy. She apparently panicked cuz I didn't make it clear there are two bedrooms, and she can keep all her clothes there in the same drawers as before, sleep in the same bed as before. Instead she brought her new deadbeat dealer pimp, or rather he brought himself to make sure she returned to his notel room per his payment of $50 for all-nighter with a Perfect-But-Broken 10. At least now I'm located in her hood, we shall see who pulls her hardest. GAME ON

Friday, July 25, 2014

A Hookers Prayer


My roommate Tracy: The Perfect 10

by Tracy

Dear God,

Please help me. I don't know who Whores & Hookers is and he is being on and about me just to curse me. These other people are hurting me and they destroyed an angel, your angel. My plan was to be as perfect as I possibly could be be before they destroyed me and took my whole life. They have used me up and hurt me. Please let me get my life back and pick up where I left off. I am so scared but I know as long as I have you anything is possible. I'm begging you to spend more time on me and look down at this situation and fix it. I'm tired of hurting and please protect me and what is me. They have intercepted your plan for me and sometimes I wonder who I would be today? They force me into making myself look bad and feel bad for their faults. Protect my mind, body and soul. Let me get away from these bad people and get my life back so I can actually have and build a life for myself. I love you. Show me the Truth, tell me the Truth, and don't let Satan and his followers step on my toes and hurt me for no reason. If I must meet them, just let it happen sooner, it's taking too long. I have heaps to do. I'm scared. Keep me on track. I love you alot more deeply now. Protect me in my sleep and please give me a dream that you give to help me. I love you please HELP!! Please let ex BF be okay in prison and still love me. Clear my mind with their negativity and bad thoughts. They make me sick and I'm already addicted. Please keep my family and friends safe. And thank you God. I don't know if it's meant to be for me and Whores & Hookers, he's become more than a friend but really gets on my nerves sometimes. I love Whores & Hookers. Amen.

W&H: This prayer was written while we were cuddled on my bed for the night. Some of her prayer is verbatum from my previous prayers for her....

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 9

by Sabrina

9/16/2013

Bigfoot and me rode to San Francisco and looked around. Can't explain how good it felt just spendin time with him. I know his wife is getting a $500 pair of boots for her birthday. Missing my babies like crazy, wishing they was right beside me. YEP! But had a nice ride with Bigfoot. He makes my body tingle.

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 8

by Sabrina

9/7/2013

Chilled with Bigfoot a couple of hours. Felt so good just to be near him, watch him smile. He's so sexy all over, damn it man.

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 7

by Sabrina

8/24/2013

So hard being a nobody your whole life. I never meant to hurt Bigfoot in any kind of way. God if he only knew how much I do love him and how I cry myself to sleep wondering does he wish he was laying beside me too? It's an awful feeling knowing the only thing you're good for is nothing. I just wanna be his as long as I can.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Hooker Outcall


My roommate Tracy, a Perfect 10 on a good day, PUA Master rockin blonde or brunette

"You shouldn't describe the love of your life as Ghetto Slut Cum Bucket lol."
-My buddy Macy

"She got the Devil inside her!"
-Tracy's mom

"I'm better than this!!!!!! God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me God save me."
-Tracy's screaming Soul

Hooker outcall... It's not as fun as it sounds, when you're the driver/boy-friend/roommate. At least it's a step up from streetwalkin.

Tracy........ we had a typical day, XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO, we cuddled and slept nude for 12 hours. She gave me an awesome BJ and HJ, I licked her soaking wet pussy in the shower, she taught me new sex positions in the bathroom again, I cooked her grilled cheese and chef soup.

Tracy: "You wanna join me in the shower?"

W&H: "Uh, sure...."

T: "What's the matter?"

W&H: "Just when we're about to fuck you set up a date. You don't even need drugs, you've got plenty." Worse than Miss Lovely's One Fuck A Week Plan for BF.

She hugs her nude body to mine and plants a sopping wet kiss on my lips, long and hard. "I love you!" she lied. Fuck it's tough to stay mad at her.

W&H: "I'm not trying to change you from who you are. I'm just your driver, and your friend. You're my best friend, actually. Miss Lovely and Sabrina want nothing to do with me, except use me."

T: "Awwwww that's sweet! Yes, they do use you. I don't want you to ever give them money ever again! You're my best friend too! You remind me of my BF for 5 years. And you're my roommate. Maybe more...."

W&H: "So grab my dick and prove it lol." She complies.

T: "Holy cow, that's gigantic!"

"W&H: "Now kiss it."

T: "Mmmmmmmm."

W&H: "Now suck it."

T: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."

W&H: "Dang you do that very very well! You're a true friend lol."

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We shower.

W&H: "I wanna suck your pussy."

Tracy: "When."

W&H: "Now." I get on my knees, between her dripping legs.

T: "No, later."

W&H: I'll give you $5."

T: "$10."

W&H: "OK!" lol

T: "OK...."

I do it. I nearly drown.

T: "That's the spot................ You do that very well!"

I never did pay her the $10 lol.

7 days a week, we fight, we kiss, we makeup, we fuck around. I apologize and recalibrate. She calls me her old BF's name lol. I've met her crying dying soul... it's beautiful, trapped in the darkest black.

I'm her protector. Her only clean friend in her universe of dopers. I took a punch for her from a psycho pimp tryin to turn her out, risked sudden death by gunshot. She calls me daddy. She's a daughter I never had. Her real daddy blew his head off on Fathers Day, after she had a violent fight with him.......

So she went off the deep end, full-blown skitzo psychotic on any kind of dope. The kinda crazy that even her doper friends flee in terror from. Now she runs away in horror from any guy who gets too close, too traumatic to feel those feelings of inevitable abandonment, jus like Daddy. Can I help her with that? In the 1 month I've known her, I've had many opportunities, and many requests from others, to take her to the loonybin... but I fear for her sanity and life if those quacks get their hands on her, again. I can give her the cure, no script required.

We visit her mom who swears "she's got the Devil inside her!" Tracy takes both my phones. Uh oh, ML will probably text me about her 25-cent catfood delivery again. Tracy hit the roof when I brought it up. Dopers always want 100% of their users. Yup, ML texted me while inside, uh oh.... I laff every time Tracy says she hates me and never wants to see me again. She always calls back, begging.

Now I'm dropping her off at one of her fuckbuddy dopedealers, "for 20 or 30 minutes."

I call an hour later, BTW "I'm spending the night."

W&H: "OK...... Have a good evening. Happy dreams. I love you."

T: "I love you too!" She says that to all her friends.

I don't do jealous. Been there, done that, went insane. I'm too old and mature to keep making that fatal mistake. Let the young and dumb fall for that scam.

As I told ML tonight, "If she's busy with another guy I'll just fuck somebody else. I've got 5 or 6 young hotties ready to go on any given day." And one 50-year-young ex-hooker who fucks for a dinner date.

Today Tracy told me to stop spending time with prostitutes "while at work". She's obsessed with the idea... doesn't help that she walked in on me with one in my bed, but she brought her own customer too (he ran away) lol. I had to promise to spend my entire day with her, even though she spent it with at least two other guys. ML giggled, she's guilty of that too. Her BF shrugged and walked away in disgust.

WTF is wrong with these girls? Dope. From trauma. Our stripper friends took a bullet for visiting ML. BF filed a police report, cops suspect ML and BF of dealing, not a random act of gang violence.

I'm getting her dates to deliver her to me now, saves $10 gas. She has my house key. But ML says she's fucking them in my bed while I'm at work... at least once. MLs seen her give BJs, but nothing else, "She's a tease." And I'm stuck with their dirty laundry. Hooker Incall... lovely. Tracy denies it, with a smile. But ML's jealous, same as Sabrina... all's fair in love and lies. Who knows what's real or make believe? Who cares? Performance is how I test their scores.

At least this time I didn't have to pick her up sans clothes or pants or panties wandering the darkest projects she called home. We started shooting with flash and DSLR. We shot a lil porn. I kiss her ass, on camera.

Tracy is still the nicest person I've met in this lifetime. And perhaps the most beautiful. And packs a whopper sucker punch throwin a head of lettuce at my head lol.

It's a gud day.


With Tracy I do this, a lot

Latch

by Disclosure (feat. Sam Smith)

(Never [3x])

You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down (never)
You, you enchant me even when you're not around (never)
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down (never)
I’m latching on, babe, now I know what I have found (never)

I feel we're close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

I’m so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch (never)
Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch (never)
How do you do it, you got me losing every breath (never)
What did you give me to make my heart beat out my chest (never)

I feel we're close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?
I feel we’re close enough
I wanna lock in your love
I think we’re close enough
Could I lock in your love, baby?

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you (never)
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you (never)

Latching on to you
I won’t let go of you (never)
Latching on to you
I won’t let go of you
(Never let go, I won't let go)

Crazy Girl

by Eli Young Band

Baby why you wanna cry?
You really oughta know that I
Just have to walk away sometimes
We're gonna do what lovers do
We're gonna have a fight or two
But I ain't ever changin' my mind

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you, I'd lose my mind
Before you ever came along
I was livin' life all wrong
Smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Crazy girl

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately,
I love you like

Crazy, girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl

Like crazy
Crazy girl
Like crazy
Crazy girl
Like crazy

Bad Girlfriend

by Theory of a Deadman

My Girlfriend's a dick magnet My Girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, Tip the man he'll
Ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell.
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.
Grab her ass, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll fuck you up.
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned, but she's
Comin' back to my place tonight!

[Chorus:]
She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!

Red thong, Party's on, Love this song, sing along.
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight. I say
No one really knows just how far she's gonna go,
But I'm gonna find out later tonight

[Chorus]

Doesn't take her long to make things right.
But does it make her wrong to
Have the time of her life. the time of her life
My girlfriend's a dick magnet My girlfriend's gotta have it

She's a gold digger now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger.
Futures finished, there it went, savings gone,
The money spent

I look around and all I see is, no good, bad and ugly,
Man she's hot and fixed to be, the future
Ex-Miss Connolly!

[Chorus]

She's a bad, bad girlfriend.
She's a bad, bad girlfriend.

Shakin' Hands

by Nickleback

(Hey, Hey)
She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door
You grow up quick when you grow up poor
It's the only way to LA that she knows
The Hollywood pose: teeth, tits, and toes

It didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many Five Star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once
Cause anything goes
It never comes easy when you're digging for gold

(Hey, Hey)
Well she ain't no Cinderella
When she's getting undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far too pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands (Hey, Hey)
I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look
Every A-List player is her favorite friend
Since they all taste the same in the back of the Benz
A congressman would call her every once in a while
Got the school girl skirt on the top of the pile
She'd done everyone once
And everyone knows
You got to get a little dirty when you're digging for gold

(Hey, Hey)

Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands

Well someone spilled the beans and now her name's in the press
Tough to keep it all a secret when you're one of the best
The judge is going easy because he paid for her chest
Yeah he loves little naughty wicked witch of the west

Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands

Kidnapped


Tracy: The Perfect 10

Two hours after Suckerpunch, she calls. Hysterical.

"I've just had a car wreck! I was raped! I stole a car. I've got a head injury and need to go to hospital. I can't go to sleep in the parking lot. Come get me please!"

She's in Fiance's hometown.

Aha, her Fiance is an X, she won't admit. I smile.

"Do you have any gas money?" I inquire. "That's a very long drive."

"No, I was robbed!" of $200.

Uhoh. "I can't pick you up right now, I've got to get some gas money."

ML owes me, today, keeps jerking me around on repayment of her latest loan. For dope, she won't say. Claims she's still clean. "I had to get a Fathers Day gift for Daddy."

"Can you call somebody else?" I suggest.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I can pick you up in a couple hours if you still need a ride."

I hate being broke but these bitches take it all. Can't help everyone all the time. I pray for them. I pray for Tracy. I pray for myself. I really have zero control over them, barely have control over myself.

I get my money from ML. Tracy does not call back. I consider driving down there anyway, search the parking lots for her lifeless corpse. Common sense prevails and I stay at home, safe from Suckerpunch and Popo. Gas tank full, ready for her next call.

I do not wait long........

Suckerpunch


Tracy: The Perfect 10

After our night of unwedded bliss, kidnapping, hospitalization and arrest, she needs temporary transport.

She pays for gas, breakfast, lunch, hugs and kisses. I like that in a girl lol.

We do her normal shit -- not good for health or wealth.

We talk. "I can get in the car with anyone and never get hurt," she pretends, after telling me of her history of rapes, robberies and assaults, and that's just this week.

I do what I can to steer her in the direction of sanity.

I fail, but plant seeds in her soul. It's tough for a beautiful rich girl to live the life of a streetwalker. I hope.

She calls her "fiance", provides some excuse for his elite status amoung her "hundreds" of boy friends. Sounds like bullshit to me. "He just got out of jail," she explains, as if that makes him more like her main doper trading drugs for sex. Perfect Man. He's gonna meet us for pickup after his one hour drive. Lovely. Update: She later admits he wants to be her pimp.... "He does that for other girls." But she didn't warn me at the time....

Tracy goes into her ADDDDD mode of chasing happiness with chemicals. Many stops, many meet n greets with riffraff. Think Social Butterfly on acid. And heroin. And meth.

Time is running out. Her fiance/pimp keeps calling. She tells me to give him directions. He sounds reasonable, happy to see her.

She begins to refuse his calls. One last stop, she says. She runs inside to do bad things.

He is parked and waiting. He calls. "Where is she?" Agitated.

"At her grannies." He knows exactly where that is. "We will be at your location in 15 minutes," I promise.

He doesn't wait, and drives up with backup. I didn't expect that. Steps out of his vehicle. Walks up to my window. I roll it down.

"You need to leave now!" he begs, face contorted with simmering rage. Rut roh.

"No, she told me to wait for her. I'm just doing what she tells me."

Suckerpunch to my head. Hard. I feel his pain. Just above my teeth.

"WTF is wrong with you?!" I point out his insanity, in case he didn't know. I understand she often has that effect on weaker men. Her siren lures them to their doom. Caveat emptor. An eyewitness runs into the house.

"I'm only driving her because the cops called me to pick her up at hospital today." Yeah, I spent the night fucking your fiance lol, I didn't say.

"I'm getting my baseball bat and gonna smash your windows!" I can't see what she sees in him lol.

I'm slow to abandon my friend to this lunatic.

He reaches behind his back for a firearm....

OK, Command Decision time. Not gonna wait to call his bluff. It would be a shame to kill him, he gave me the green light of self defense: "Officer, I feared for my life!" I put it in reverse and make a slow strategic retreat. Calling the cops is not an option. She has warrants and is doin drugs, allegedly. Death by lead poisoning is not on my menu today. She's not my GF. She's his "fiance". She wanted him, she called him, she got him. He probably won't kill her.

Tracy runs out of the house and into the arms of Fiance, jumping him with both legs wrapped around his crotch. Happy is her middle name. XOXO.

I continue backing out very slowly, assessing The Situation. She runs to my car, yelling back to Fucker, "It's ok, he's my friend!"

"Don't go!?" she begs me. I stop.

"Your fiance just punched me in the head and threatened to smash my windows and shoot me." I throw him under my bus, hard, back over him a few times. "It's best I go so this don't get out of control. Are you sure you'll be safe with him?

"Yeah, it's ok," says the nicest most trusting person I've ever met. That scares me and Sabrina very much.

"OK then, be safe. Call me if you need anything. Love you."

"I love you too." No xoxo this time. Wouldn't be prudent.

I drive away in a dead calm. Zero rise in blood pressure. I've been punched in the head many times, a lot harder than that... boxing, karate, football, car wrecks, ex wife.

Dude, you have no idea what you've unleashed.... Karma is The Bitch. Ha!

UPDATE BY W&H: "Fiance" is a pimp who owns an escort service.... I got his name, number and business.

Emergency 911


Tracy: The Perfect 10

The police call, is she dead, a punch to the head, tears and screams, she is dead...

1 am, I'm relaxing in bed. The phone screams.

"This is the E911 Dispatch for the shriff of Oregon County. Do you know a Tracy Marchetti?

"Yes, but I didn't know that was her last name." Sabrina introduced us.

"You need to come to Oregon County Hospital right now."

"Uh," did I do anything with her to get arrested for? No? "Ok."

I get directions, far away, calculate fuel costs. Doable.

"Do you know what her injuries are?"

"No." Oh shit. Rape, OD or murder?

I get dressed and pile into the car, hit the highways.

Long drive, I get to contemplate her situation. And mine.

I call Dispatch and get update on directions. Pull into the hospital parking lot, there she is sitting in the dark, waiting for me. I stop and she piles in. We hug. I'm so glad she's not dead. You have no idea.

We talk. We drive. Mostly she talks, describing her Hellish adventure. And her arrest today.

Her body is bruised, cut and beaten. Severely. Long, confused, story. Raped. Chased through woods. Bitten by a poisonous creature of death. Her face is ready to fall off! Amnesia.

What a difference a week can make....

I'm flattered she called me, she trusted me. With her life. She thanks me profusely.

I had stalked her on Fuckbook. Holy Hell she's a Perfect 10! A few years ago. Her FB pics exhibit porn star hotness from a Good Girl next door. She's an expert at hair and makeup and wardrobe. A genius, actually. A Michaelangelo of MUA. A Picaso of PUA. An idiot savant of feminine wild.

How can this lady fall from hottie to naughty? Another Broken Doll]. I listen to her tale of tears and thrills. She wants desperately to return to her rightful state of perfection. Her "Badass Bitch" as she calls it. Is she ready? Her tears say Yes. Mine too. She has a stalker...herself?! Our $100,000 modeling future just took a major nosedive, but nothin a lil TLC can't fix.

She says she loves me. We discuss marriage... something she says to every date lol. She wants to give up her life of crimes to be a housewife. One man, one woman, hiding out from The Law in their lil house on the prairie with a white picket fence and backdoor escape route.

"Would you marry me?" she asks deadly serious. Despite her facial injuries and madness, she's so beautiful, polite and sweet. Nicest person I ever met. Except when the wigger bitch cums out to play.

"Of course!" No lie. I can rebuild Ferraris and supersonic jets; rebuilding her is not much different. Life with a high-maintence machine is worth it, if you can handle gettin your hands, heart and soul dirty, and the odd speeding ticket or antiaircraft flak. Or it can kill you.

We enter a gas station, she pays to play. I make a point to hint to the clerk that I didn't do that battle damage. Don't want the cops called back.

"Do you want something to eat?" I ask my new found friend.

"Can we just eat at your place?" she asks with more than a hint of desperado. "But nobody can know I'm there!!! Promise?!" Her paranoia is strangely attractive.

"Sure." Who am I to say No to a Perfect 10, brutalized or otherwise? Haunted, in Hell. A hell of her own choosing.

She spins more yarns, her confusion is more than a little disturbing. Not a full deck for this beautiful one. The drugs have fried her brain, hopefully not a permanent scarring. She says she needs them. Shocking in her insistance despite evidence to contrary. Xanax is her preferred pill of psychic pain relief, but everything goes, at maximum dose. Her split personality is showing. Invisible frenemies. Voices in her head. Schizophrenia? Drug-induced, or the Real Deal? Her soul is bleeding all over me.

We arrive at my lair. Good thing I cleaned today. Gotta keep the PUA alive. Guys r pigs.

We walk up the stairs, past my portfolio of hotties.

"I know that girl!" She points to Miss Lovely, giving birth.

"Are you sure?" Small world. Glad I put those pics back on the wall then lol.

"Yeah, we used to do doubles together. We actually got kicked out Super Six Hotel one time."

"That'll be a good story to tell me sometime." No kidding. She giggled. I smiled a smirk. I can play that game too, with her and ML.... I love it when a plan cums together!

"Let me take a shower before we eat," she asks. Her everything is quite dirty.

"Of course," I direct her to my stylish shower and feminine toiletries.

She strips. I look, staring is a real possibility. Her body would be classified as almost perfect. Her drug usage dropped her perhaps 5 or 10 pounds below her ideal weight, so her hips are not as curvatious as her trampstamp deserves. But her waist is perfect. Boobs are perfect, suitable for a 16 year old not a 22. Long legs. Spinner with extreme class. A Valley Girl voice, yet a wigger at heart of darkness. She has many wounds, including her shaved pussy.

She climbs in shower then tub and scrubs the naughty off. Again and again. For two hours. We talk. I wash and rinse my lil friend. We laugh. She cries. We bond. "I love you's." We dry. I administer First Aid.

We eat a small meal, prepared by yours truly. "That's the best egg sandwich I've ever tasted!" she enthrals.

"My secret ingredient is Love," I lay it on thick.

Bedtime in my bordello.

We get naked, together. We massage. We play.

We climb between the sheets. She's so affectionate! Cuddlebuddies.

We discuss her potential career change to supermodel. I display my wares on my cellphone. Dozens of hot models I shot, many sans clothing, many in hot poses, many in full hardcore porn...with me. Including Miss Lovely. Tracy's seen plenty of that already! As hot as Tracy is, she's still awful jealous of ML, and Sabrina. She critiques a few of ML's best shots. She loves watching my dick fuck her friend, Miss Lovely...both stills and video...I like that quality in a woman! She's so friggin horny, snuggled next to me, nude, watching me fuck in porn, jealous of her friends, but in a hot way. Sabrina loved watching my fuck ML in porn, too, once upon a time, back when Sabrina was fucking me, hard.

We kiss...long, soft, wet. He boobies are perfect...I suck, she moans. I feel her clit,...she gasps...I explore...she's wet.

She grabs my hard dick.

"It's so big! Holy cow!" It grows more with her fondling. "It's so hard! Mmmmmm...." She grips it hard.

My hot lil hooker whispers, "Can we fuck? Can we fuck, for free?" Her voice falters, begs.

Who am I to say no? That would be rude to my houseguest! I man up. Hard.

She begs. We make love. She moans. She screams.

We cum, not.

"You're only the second guy to not cum!" She's thrilled! "Most just put it in and cum right away," she ponders her fate.

"I usually last an hour, my girls usually cum a dozen times or more." She's impressed....

"I usually don't cum. Never did with my first BF. That lasted 5 years." Side effect of opiates, or just ignorant lazy bastards?

"Where is he now?" I look over my shoulder....

"Prison. 5 years. Dope." Her unlimited supplier, who got her hooked and ruined her life. He sent her one love letter in several years... so she's still in love... while fucking only God knows how many.

"Well, you've gotta let me give you what you want, the way I wanna give it," I promise.

"Definitely! Let's do that," she smiles a killer smile.

"How many guys can you call for, uh, favors?" I don't wanna know, I'm sure.

"Hundreds! haha" Damn. Damn them to Hell!

The best part is next. Cops seized her corporate pill. No sedation allowed tonight. Her hormones are stuck in overdrive. We attempt sleep. We cuddle, nude. For 4 hours... every position imaginable, every position perfect. Damn! I've never experienced anything like that before. She's like a child, with an insatiable need to touch, hold, kiss, hug. To love. I eat her up. She devours me.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asks while staring deep into my hazel eyes, eyes that match hers...for now.

"No. Are you planning to rob me?" I inquire of the convicted car thief allegedly wanted in 2 states.

"No!" she giggles. We melt into each other. Trust. We finally sleep.

She sleeps 18 hours.......... WTF?! Sleep disorder.

I don't mind the slightest. Best...snuggles...evar!

I text Miss Lovely during our hours of skin-to-skin full-body contact. I send her a face pic for I.D. confirmation.

ML: "I know her. I used to work with her. How did u meet her?"

W&H: "Sabrina introduced us. She said Tracy would do everything she wouldn't lol. And she wasn't kidding!" I stick the knife in, deep. Then twist it.

ML: "You paid her to fuck u?!" ML wanted that money, to not fuck me.

W&H: "Nope. She begged to fuck, for free, because she wanted to. She paid ME."

A concept ML cannot comprehend: the best things in life are free. But once upon a time she did.... A concept I'm still trying to help ML remember. A concept I lived today, for the price of my heart and soul.

to be cuntinued.....

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Dirty dirty girl

W&H: "I live this every day lol."

Blood

by In This Moment

I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me
I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me

I hate you for never taking control of me

I hate you for always saving me from myself

I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else

I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge

I hate you for every kind word you ever said

I'll bleed you dry now

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

I love you for everything you ever took from me

I love the way you dominate and you violate me

I love you for every time you gave up on me

I love you for the way you look when you lie to me

I love you for never believing in what I say

I love you for never once giving me my way

I love you for never delivering me from pain

I love you for always driving me insane

I'll bleed you dry now

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

I hate you, I hate you, I love...

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

I'm not that easy

Blood, blood, blood

Pump mud through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

Monday, June 23, 2014

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 6

8/15/2013

by Sabrina

I miss my babies so much. Got to talk to em today, felt so good to hear their voices. Beverly started her period. Seems like it wasn't that long ago she was a baby. Tiffany will be 9 in 8 days. And Nadine started school this past monday. Hate wasn't there. As a mother, I know what needs to be done to get back to Sabrina. God please give me the strength to kick this habbit. Keep my babies safe. The devils working against me and he's got the best of me for some time now. So ready to kick him to the curb.

Beverly, Tiffany and Nadine I LOVE you girls and miss you dearly!

W&H: DCS officially said it's okay for her rapist pedophile babydaddy to rape her daughters and force Sabrina to dig her own grave.... We often discuss what she needs to get back to Sabrina, but I can't afford it now. She's terrified of dying in jail from her epileptic seizures during self-detox. She's terrified of dying from OD or murder outside of jail. She's even more terrified of losing her married BF in jail. I do what I can for my friend, as I have always done. Things her married BF cannot do and never will do....


Girl, given up by adoptive parents, made to dig own grave in abusive new home

Nora Gateley, now 26, was given up at birth in China to parents in Florida who ‘rehomed’ her to an abusive family in Trenton, Tenn., after growing tired of her. Rehoming is the illegal practice of transferring unwanted adopted kids to new homes. She thought she landed in a “dream.” The reality was a nightmare.

Nora Gateley, now 26, says she was forced to dig her own grave and scrub the floor with a toothbrush after her adoptive parents shipped her to a woman they’d met online, NBC News reported as part of joint investigation with Reuters.

‘“Get out and go dig your own grave,’” Gateley says her new mom told her. “‘I don’t care if you die. Nobody will find you. You were not even here in the first place.’”

Gateley was 14 when she went to live with Tom and Debra Schmitz in Tennessee. Her biological parents abandoned her at birth in China, and she spent her first 12 years racked with polio in an orphanage.

She thought she was the “luckiest girl in the world” when an American couple took her home with them to the Florida Keys.

Life in the United State was at first “awesome, living a dream,” but darkened rapidly, Gateley said.

The Florida parents soon grew tired of their new daughter and accused her of hitting one of their other children.

They decided to unload the teen on the Schmitz family.

The process of swapping unwanted kids from international adoptions gone bad is called “rehoming.”

Adoptive parents experiencing remorse can tap into online networks where they can ship their kids to another family without the government looking over their shoulders.

Guardians sometimes sign over legal authority, or power of attorney, to the new parents. Authorities say interstate transfers are illegal, but violators are rarely caught or punished.

The system leaves kids like Gateley vulnerable.

She was one of at least nine adopted and rehomed kids when she arrived at the Schmitzes’ isolated farmhouse in Trenton, Tenn. The couple would eventually collect a total of 17 of the children.

Nora Gateley’s Tennessee guardian received six months in jail and probation in 2006 after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking. Today NBC

Nora Gateley’s Tennessee guardian received six months in jail and probation in 2006 after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking.

Debra Schmitz kept control through a sadistic system of physical punishment and mental torture, according to Gateley.

“I knew she’d lost her mind by day 2,” Gateley said.

She said Debra Schmitz would take away the brace she needed to walk on her polio-ravaged leg. And there were the “graves.”

Sometimes, Gateley was forced into the role of tiny prison guard, supervising younger kids as they dug. At least once, she spent three hours digging her own body-size hole, NBC reported.

“She said, ‘Get out and go dig your own grave,’” Gateley said. “‘Nobody will find you.’”

She and the other children were rescued by a visiting nurse, who gave her a tape recorder to document the abuse.

Debra Schmitz was sentenced in 2006 to six months in jail and put on probation after pleading guilty to 14 counts of child abuse and one count of trafficking.

Her then-husband’s record was expunged.

Gateley moved in with a new family after escaping the Schmitz house and says life improved.

“I’m happy,” she said. “I have people that love and care about me … I’m very humble and very happy and just blessed that I’m out of that situation.”

She now lives on her own and works in a doctor’s office.

dmmurphy@nydailynews.com

Sunday, June 22, 2014

The Stripper Notebook: Episode 5

8/8/2013

by Sabrina

Well I won't be seeing Bigfoot today either. I feel so crazy the way I feel about him. He's by far the best lover I've ever had. I mean I got it pretty bad when I'm writing in a journal. LOL!

W&H: She says her first orgasm was with Bigfoot at age 28. I guess getting punched in the face and forced to dig her own grave didn't turn her on for her babydaddys....

Happy Fathers Day Truth or Dare


My Sabrina

I'm happy. Finally got her to work a real job, showing her pussy to strange men. Legitmate, lawful, God-given work! What a pleasant change.

I pick her up at her CPA friend's house, the guy who says he loves her and she says I love you back. The guy who licked her pussy. The guy who let me fuck her on his bed while he did somebody's taxes and watched on security cam, as she hid from BF. The guy she burgled and robbed of $200 and spent 6 months in jail for, until her paid her bail and refused to prosecute. The guy who feels sorry for her, paying her $50,000 over the years. The strip club associate. The guy who gave her gas money for this roadtrip, payment for pigstye cleaning services.

We begin our 8-hour driving marathon. Sabrina usually sleeps most of the way, we rarely talk, I'm just a taxi driver. It'll be fun lol, I get to see, hear and touch beautiful, naked ladies.... And I get to see Sabrina's pussy, something I've not seen since our last trip. Sabrina may finally get to meet her father in a VIP dance on Fathers Day, I lol in tactical silence.

Her bitchshield is up on maximum alert. It's gonna be one of Those Days. I dodge verbal insults, making zero attempt at conversation. I just ignore her. I trust her to be safe and responsible. And sane. Big mistake!

She lost her cell, left on top of the car after a gas stop. We double back to look for it, it gone. She cancels it calmly, a little too calmly. Sure she didn't pay for it, she never pays for it, her manfriends do. The secret life of a 10. Or a 9.5.

Every word out of my mouth results in a slapdown. I put the earbuds in and crank it up. She cannot disturb my calm. I'm texting while she drives. Usually she's texting while she drives. My job is to protect her, my little mafia princess. I fail occasionally. When she pushes me away bad things happen.

She has no idea who her father is. Daddy is a customer of her hooker mom. She wonders in every VIP dance, "Is this my daddy?!"

I know she's mad cuz her XBF is on vacation with wifey n kids.

I know she's mad at me for refusing to do crimes with her. We had The Talk. I dropped the hammer. I turned down her offer of a weekend vacation and crime spree, remembering the fate of Bonny and Clyde. Sweet offer, same she gave BF. He fell for it, now he's a dope dealer. Hell hath no fury like a criminal scorned. I've got bigger better things in mind for her....

"Do you hate me?" I ask.

No answer. "I've got to work some things out."

"Well, I'm having an awesome day." I go back to my music buds. She's actually driving like an adult today, a pleasant change. The calm before the storm.

She drives most of the way before pulling over for shift change. She cuddles up to sleep, refusing her fav pillow. She's angry. And damn cute in her stolen tanktop and bootyshorts. "I steal to feel better about myself," I recall her saying. She's insane, everyone agrees, including her. Major head trauma, she blames.

What happens in Strip Club stays in Strip Club

We arrive safely. A third of my job is done. My gift to her, including half a tank of free gas. It's gonna be a long night. It's already been a long day, so I take a power nap in the car, waiting for business to pick up before I go inside and play.

I wake to knocking on the window.

It's Sabrina with a bouncer. What time is it? Shit, it's only been two hours?! I unlock the doors and she jumps inside.

"Hurry up we gotta go! He's gonna leave. Just pull out and go across the street to the burger place."

Lovely. This sounds like fun. I drove 8 hours and spent my money, but no pussy galore for me.

Bad things happen when I'm not in there to hold her hand, make her laugh, give her bodyrubs, a friend among frenemies. I never expected her to leave before working at least 6 hours of a full shift. Guess I'll have to sleep at the end of the shift next time.

She explains it was a bad night. Very slow, not like she hoped. Only one dance. And that customer invited her to a private dance at his hotel. I park across the street, her date is waiting. Lovely, another "stripper outcall" or whatever the fuck it is. I need to be paid 50% to make that shit work.

The private meeting on the private show takes place in full view of club management. As we pull out, a bouncer is pacing the parking lot looking for exactly that. This is a classy club. Suspected prostitution outcall is not allowed. They expect each customer to spend his $39,000 per diem on the club, not a dancer's private piggy bank. That's what $10,000 bottles of champagne are for.

It's a longer drive than she was told, in the opposite direction to our return home. More of my gas gets burned, more of my time wasted.

We discuss that nights events.

"They saw you meet that customer."

"I know, I saw him too."

"So what happens now? Are you fired?"

"Well, I was already told if I did that, not only would I be fired from that club, but I'd never work at any club on the West Coast." I guess clubs would have no dancers and no profit by the end of a shift, if every dancer left early for private shows, taking the customer's money with them. They consider that robbery of the club.

Hmmmm. Sabotaging her career? Wants to be BF's sugarbaby as her fulltime job? Rage at her missing father on Father's Day? Damn, I shoulda gone inside without sleep, held her hand, massaged her legs, rubbed her neck, let her have a friend. I let her down again. I'm slacking today. She's very difficult to keep up with. Recalibrate and carry on.

We arrive at the notel. It's after midnight. She meets her date. How do I provide security if I can't see his face? What if he's a serial killer? What if it's another of her gangrapes? They go inside. After 5 minutes they come outside, I roll down the window. He's got no money! WTF? She refused to dance without prepay. They gotta go to an ATM, they take his car. I shoulda followed them. This is nuts, he's nuts. She's nuts. They make it back safely, to my surprise. They go back inside to do the deed, whatever that may be.

I recall ML's BF describing how ML conned him into driving her to "stripper outcalls", as ML snickered and smirked. He didn't get the picture until a cop arrested him for being her pimp. A disgruntled wife had arranged a sting for her hubbie, except there was no hubby, just a cop wanting to fuck. Somehow they both escaped jail and prosecution for solicitation. I guess the cop failed her copcheck. He probably wanted to get laid. The wife later called to apologize.

After 10 minutes Sabrina comes running out of the notel with a grin on her face. Not a good sign.

"Let's go go go!"

We go go go, at a normal safe speed.

"I bet he's feeling pretty stupid right now!" She's laughing a maniacal giggle, describing how she cash-n-dashed him. Did I mention she's a pathological liar?

"I told him to make himself more comfortable in his boxers. When he dropped his pants I ran out the door!" She gets off on robbing people. I think she does it every day. She's certainly cash-n-dashed me plenty of times, but like her other close "friends" I keep coming back for more. I feel sorry for her too, like the wayward daughter I never had. She's my pennance for abortion on Fathers Day.

I wonder if she'll get another complaint at the club from a frustrated customer? Yep, she's fired.

To be fair, she did give him an hour of her time outside the club, just not the experience he was expecting. Welcome to my world.

We drive home. She cuddles up to me in the car, relaxed as much as humanly possible, wrapped in her new blanket I bought her during one of her crime sprees. She asks for her usual post-stripping massage, I provide, without pouting. She sleeps, I drive, to keep her safe and secure, dodging the carnage from plenty of deer strikes, thank ye whistlers.

We arrive. She awakens, directs me to a diner for breakfast.

I make conversation.

"Do you like your job as a dancer?"

"I despise it."

"That's not a very good attitude for a stripper, but most people hate their jobs. So is this your last night working as a stripper?"

"I doubt it."

"The key is to find a job you love. I hope my new career is like that." I hope it's in the porn business lol. Imagine doing this shit every day....

No one else is in the diner besides cops. Lovely. She calmly directs me to sit within a taser's throw of the police state killers. Scary they don't recognize an alleged wanted criminal when they see one, especially one as hot as that, nearly naked at 5 am. I guess they've seen many strippers leaving work before.

She's cold. I wrap her in her pink blankie.

"Why do you have a pink blanket in your car?" She giggles.

"It's for you, you look good in it, beats the puke green one. Besides you stole my last one."

"No I didn't, you gave it to me!" The thief mocks.

She pays with her alleged stolen loot. "Thanks for breakfast."

She smiles. "See, I'm not a bitch 24/7, just 9 to 5 haha!"

"So have you got your own room, or sharing one?"

"Got my own, Bigfoot paid for it, was worried about me while he was on vacation."

"I understand that."

"I'll get him to get me a new phone when he gets back."

"What about GPS tracking and reading all your texts?"

"He don't do that anymore."

"That's nice, very mature of him."

"Not really, he just don't care anymore."

Hmmm.

"I don't know why I call him daddy, I've never done that for a man before."

"You obviously have a need for a daddy, a sugardaddy."

"No, he's not that anymore."

"He's got you exclusively, or do you have another BF?"

"No, I don't got him anymore."

We arrive at her bedbug notel.

"I love you," I wish she'd let me.

"You too." The nightstalker walks away into the night.

I drive home, alone, again. If BF is out of town, with no cell tracker, no reason I can't sleepover with her, no reason she can't stay with me. But she's got a meet n greet with a dealer in 2 hours. She rarely sleeps. She gets more sleep on our roadtrips than any other time, in my experience.

Time for a new GF. Or at least Ashton who fucks me and cuddles me and talks to me so good, at a highly discounted rate.... I cuddle with my pets in bed, without bedbugs, loved to sleep.

She soon calls, can't go back to sleep or get epileptic seizures in sunlight. Needs a ride to an "appointment" at noon. OK, I'll play. Another opportunity to steer her in a positive direction lol.

I arrive. Another dope run I presume, though I have no eyewitness evidence, since I'm almost never invited to the "party". Guess she don't like discussing addiction cures while she's shooting up.

When she returns, I note the tourniquet mark on her forearm. She's already done it then. The truth serum has been administered. Time for Truth or Dare.

"Why are you so tense lately? Because your BF is on vacation with his wife and family?"

"He's not my BF anymore. He don't want anything to do with me. He's done with me."

"He's just tired of the addiction. It's an expensive disease, like cancer."

"I know. I try, but I fail. He doesn't understand."

"Yeah, I understand that."

"I'm so mad at you."

"OK. Why? Because I give you all my money and time, anytime you want it?"

"No. Why did you post those pics on fuckbook?"

"Those 3 pics BF found out of a 1,000? Why did you tell him to look at my site? Yeah, I should've pulled those down but I forgot about em. Your face was not visible. Guess I was pissed about all your cash-n-dash. I apologize." I'm not completely powerless, I guess.

"Why do you answer my calls?" She looks at me funny, I guess because no one else answers her calls 24/7. Her babydaddys punched her in the face and made her dig her own grave.

"Because I love you. I see your beauty, inner and outer. I see the real you, sometimes. Mostly I see an addict with a disease and there's nothing beautiful about that, but the real Sabrina I like very much. I miss that we used to have fun and I want to be your friend. I don't want to enable you because that hurts you in the long run. You say you want to get clean and I know you mean it to get your kids back. There's no other way to get your kids."

"Yeah, I know." I know she loves them, even though they came from rapes. Now they're being raped by pedophiles, thanks to DCS.

"I want to help you not hurt you. And I want to fuck the real you someday when you're clean, I'm really looking forward to that lol."

She looks at me and smiles, a satisfied look of peace on her face, first time in a while. I love it when she does that.

But mostly I just want to strangle her. Every day I hope it's the last time I see her, or at least I hope she's arrested and put in jail for a long time. To "detox". Lol.

...

"These people can never be your friends," my retired cop buddy told me about my doper friends, from a lifetime of experience with his own addicted friends and family.

Yeah, using me for financial favors is not friendship. I've had the Real Thing and I know it when I see it. I'm trying to teach that to my sex workers, if they will let me. Of course, I'd never trust a cop to be a friend, either.

Her daily calls continue... but now I'm getting too many calls at too many hours from too many people, gotta find time to sleep. I'm starting to miss the important ones.... Need two phone lines, need a new ho phone.


Cannibal

by Ke$ha

Rah! [2x]

I-i-i have a heart I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me (hush)
If you know what's good for you
I think you're hot I think you're cool
You're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool!

[CHORUS]
I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run
I am Cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (Cannibal) (I'll eat you up) (I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up)

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter patter
I want your liver on a platter
Use your finger to stir my tea
And for dessert I'll suck your teeth
Be too sweet and you'll be a gonner
Yep, I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer

[CHORUS]
I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up) (I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal, cannibal, I am)
I am cannibal (cannibal) (I'll eat you up)

Ohohwoahohwoah [8x]

I am cannibal
I am cannibal (I'll eat you up)
I am cannibal
I am cannibal (I'll eat you up)

I love you
(Hahaha)
I warned you
(Rah!)


Bad Girlfriend

Theory Of A Deadman

My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots
Tip the man, he'll ring the bell, get her drunk, she'll scream like hell
Dirty girl, getting down, dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, acting tough, mess with her, she'll fuck you up
No on really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend

Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight
I say no one really knows just how far she's going to go
But I'm gonna find out later tonight

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend

Doesn't take her long to make things right
But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life
The time of her life?
My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it

She's a gold digger, now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger
Future's finished, there it went, savings gone, the money spent
Look around and all I see is no good, bad and ugly
Man, she's hot and fixed to be the future ex-Miss Connelly

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend, she's a bad, bad girlfriend
She's a bad, bad girlfriend


Somewhere Out There

by Our Lady of Peace

Last time I talked to you
You were lonely and out of place
You were looking down on me
Lost out in space
We laid underneath the stars
Strung out and feeling brave
I watched the red orange glow
I watched you float away
Down here in the atmosphere
Garbage and city lights
You've gone to save your tired soul
You've gone to save our lives
I turned on the radio
To find you on satellite
I’m waiting for this sky to fall
I’m waiting for a sign
All we are
Is all so far

You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
Hope you remember me
When you're home sick
and need a change
I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you'll come back someday
On a bed of nails I’ll wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
Or fade away
All we are
Is all so far

You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
You're a star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling out of reach
Defying gravity
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
You're falling back to me
I know
I know
You're falling out of reach
I know