I had a duo tonight. The other girl was going to take longer because she had to arrange for a driver, so I just volunteered to pick her up. I was sitting at a hotel bar after a call and I wrote her address down on a coaster. I’d never met her before, but this isn’t uncommon. She was on the way anyway. When I was trying to find her place, it was dark, and I was having a hard time reading the address, I was slightly disorganised. After a few failed attempts I finally pulled up to the right building and she was waiting out front. I turned on the interior light and waved her in. She hopped in super quick, sitting on a bunch of stuff on the passenger seat. I struggled to get it out from under her ass.
“Hey, what’s up?” She asks. She wasn’t unattractive per say, but... something wasn’t right... is that stubble?
“Sorry, here let me get this out of the way. I’m sorry for being late, I thought you were on 13th, not 15.”
“No worries.”
“It’s ok, we’re not late yet. We’re still making good time. Thanks for being ready so quick.”
“So what can I do for you?”
“What?” I stop fussing with shit in my car and look at her.
“What do you need?”
“What do you mean? Are you...?” Shit! What the fuck is her name??? “I’m supposed to pick someone up here, but I don’t know her. What’s your name?”
“Star.”
“I don’t know you Star! I’m picking up someone else! I’m sorry!”
“Alright.” And she gets out of the car as quick as she got in.
Did that just happen? Did I just pick up the wrong hooker? My life is so fucking weird.
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