Strangest call I ever had
I put an ad on a website, and I got a call from a guy in Alaska who was not really looking for phone sex. Actually, he was looking for a woman—an escort, most likely—who would get the breast implants of his choice at his expense. Then she would turn around and, through mind control, hypnosis, etc, turn him into the woman of his dreams, depleting his fortune while transforming him into a little cocksucking whore.
Well, I’ve kind of grown attached to my bosom, if you know what I mean. And regardless of the fact that he thought these boobies were “perfect”, they looked painful to me and hard to sleep on.
Not to mention the fact that the website hasn’t been updated in almost a year and a half. Is she still alive? And it is copyright 20005. When?
So I played him along for a few minutes, but then I got tired of speaking, since he hadn’t yet agreed to pay for a call. I was wasting my time, when I could have been doing something productive, like sleeping. And I really had no intention of getting any damned plastic boobies.
So he decided that it was up to me to decide if he was going to do a call. I told him to do the call, he started whining at me to use his trigger words first, and I hung up. Hmph. Topping from the bottom or what?
He can be somebody else’s problem.