Not the dumbest thing (1)
Back to my lovely Missy Valentine, hooker extraordinaire, just a little bit of back story, just another thing I should be doing with ink and paper. x-posted from my DA account. Hopefully I'm coming to the end of sorting out what goes where for my accounts.
I don’t think I’m confessing to anything other than youth and stupidity, innocence-I was once innocent, or did I just confuse that with stupid? I still have an unfailing belief in the inherent goodness of humanity, see stupidity above.
How did I get myself into this? A friend of mine, said that a friend of his, said that a friend of hers needed a model for a nude photo shoot, with “another chick”. Ok, who of you is still going? And said model would get paid. Who of you is tempted now? And, well, one thing led to another. Next thing I know I’m off to the big city on a train. Anything seem wrong yet? To meet some guy I don’t know, in a bar, where he is meeting a hooker to do a photo shoot. Suspicious? I brought a big hulk of a friend along. Who turns out to be the reason one should get someone who knows what to do to be “personal” protection.
Met mrhotshotupandcommingartist (he did make good) at the bar. No sign of our hooker. Drinks? Hey, I’ve a idea, why don’t I drink in a brothel in a strange city with some guy I’ve never met waiting for a hooker who isn’t showing up because even hookers don’t want do chic-chic pics, I think-I’m not entirely clear on that point, I was drunk. Any of this make sense?
Mrhotshotupandcommingartist was seriously hot. You know the kind of guy you look at, and the way he smells, and moves, his presence, takes you, upsets your head, distracts you from the plan, makes you want to give it away. He looked older than he was, he smelt divine. The G&Ts were excellent.
Somewhere along the way I excused big hulk of a friend, and I believe, 20 years later, I quote, “I want to fuck.” I have said that from time to time in between, so I might be confused. He didn’t know what to do, I know that as a proper adult. At the time I was grateful.
Did anyone ever tell you not to leave your drink unattended at the bar? I think someone may have mentioned it to me-I’m not sure on that point, I was drunk. So I have no proof.
First, I’m an undeniable slut. For whatever reason. I would have done him without any alcohol or conscience. He could have just asked. But that’s not what he did, I don’t think.
Just for clarity, I had some of the best sex of my life, some of the oddest sex of my life, I begged for it (I’m good at begging) I lied, I agreed to things that weren’t true, I did things that I would have done, have done consensually, and did things that I would never do consensually. He took me in the ladies room at the bar, in the car, in the parking lot, we used up the condoms-who uses up a pack of condoms? We fucked in his studio, the took me up the ass in the bathroom, I have no idea what we did in the kitchen, other than it involved peeing in the sink. I begged in the living room.
He tied me to a bench, and let his Israeli girlfriend’s Chihuahua, I don’t know what. I do, but that’s not the point. The point is that I wouldn’t, that none in their right mind would do that. I grab waitresses asses, I let my roommates handcuff me to the bed, I sleep with friends lovers. This wasn’t something that I would do. That moves from dub-con, and none of this until now was something that I wouldn’t have potentially done, it moves to non-com. The bit with the Chihuahua isn’t meant to be hot at all, and if you think it is, you’re one sick bitch. The problem is that looked at it from a point of view other than mine it is damn funny.
So in summary, I go meet some dude in a hooker bar, get dosed with E and fuck knows what else, end up a compromising position with a dog, and that’s not the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Oh, I also believed him when he told me he had lost the negatives.