It's all about the booty call...or is it?
So can one consider it a booty call when it's planned in advance? Because that's what A.D.'s (remember him from this entry?--link definitely NSFW) gunning for. He still doesn't have a car and the DJ he usually teams with is off with his family this weekend. So why not ask the chick he occasionally chats with via AIM and not only get a ride, but a good hard fuck in the process. Hell yeah, I'm down for it.
The thing is, he wants me to show up as late as possible. His reasoning here is so the Swingers Club owners and staff don't figure out that we've hooked up. What he doesn't know (or hasn't let on) is that they do already know. See, the week after that first entry happened, I went back to the club to keep my contacts fresh...and, erm, another booty call. This culminates in my giving A.D. a blowjob in the parking lot. I figured there would be security cameras there; I figured correctly. This, as I am told from a member of the staff who I would bump into a few weeks later, provided the staff with hours of entertainment.
My response: "If you sell the tape on the internet, I want a percentage."
Back to the present day, A.D. wants to keep what we're doing on the down low, and I can't say I truly blame him. There's a lot of drama in the sex industry, and even if you attempt to stay clear of it, someone will try to throw some in your face anyway. He says for me to tell whoever's working the door that I'm just going to give him a ride home. Fine.
What is irking me, however, is that he's trying to discourage me to go to the Super Bowl party the club is throwing the next day. Not that, again, I want to be there anyway, but hello, we can hang as friends, right? And as I said before, I kind of want to keep my contacts fresh. So come by, hang out for a quarter or so, talk to the two or three people who don't piss me off, and go home.
Then again, it really is all about sex anyway. Well, sex and how many house tracks I can score from him. Heh.
The thing is, he wants me to show up as late as possible. His reasoning here is so the Swingers Club owners and staff don't figure out that we've hooked up. What he doesn't know (or hasn't let on) is that they do already know. See, the week after that first entry happened, I went back to the club to keep my contacts fresh...and, erm, another booty call. This culminates in my giving A.D. a blowjob in the parking lot. I figured there would be security cameras there; I figured correctly. This, as I am told from a member of the staff who I would bump into a few weeks later, provided the staff with hours of entertainment.
My response: "If you sell the tape on the internet, I want a percentage."
Back to the present day, A.D. wants to keep what we're doing on the down low, and I can't say I truly blame him. There's a lot of drama in the sex industry, and even if you attempt to stay clear of it, someone will try to throw some in your face anyway. He says for me to tell whoever's working the door that I'm just going to give him a ride home. Fine.
What is irking me, however, is that he's trying to discourage me to go to the Super Bowl party the club is throwing the next day. Not that, again, I want to be there anyway, but hello, we can hang as friends, right? And as I said before, I kind of want to keep my contacts fresh. So come by, hang out for a quarter or so, talk to the two or three people who don't piss me off, and go home.
Then again, it really is all about sex anyway. Well, sex and how many house tracks I can score from him. Heh.