John's Story

A couple weeks ago one of my buddies told me about BP and I could not believe such a thing existed! I spent a couple of days sifting through ads, to find that the majority of them fell into either the
*"too good to be true" category, ala Victoria Secret models promising the world for $80 an hour, or
* Gross, gross, gross looking girls that I wouldn't even touch with a ten foot pull demanding $200 an hour.

I had no idea what "upsells" were, so I figured the girls who fell into the former category were either LE or else some sort of trap set up to to rob the hobbyist upon arrival and that the girls who fell into the latter category were delusional self-worshippers.

I was just about to log off, when I came across an a post for a very cute Latina girl who was just trying to save money to make it through college. Having spent extensive time in South America working on humanitarian aid projects, I understood the work ethic that a lot of Latin girls have to pull ahead in life. Having just graduated school a couple years prior myself, I decided it would be great Karma to help this girl out. I feel as though I have been blessed financially in my life far more than I deserve, so I constantly try to find ways to support others who are working hard to get ahead in life. Although the post she wrote was listed on BP, I naively didn’t even think for a second that her post was merely a cleverly worded promotion for something else.  I responded to her post saying I would love to be able to help out in any way I could, with purely altruistic intentions in mind.

She quickly responded and seemed so, so grateful that I was willing to help her out. Whether she realized it or not, her response was the perfect mixture of the pain she felt as a struggling student and her determination to work as hard as it took to survive to pull on my heart strings and suck me into her story. How fantastic! This was exactly the type of person I loved to help out, and the opportunity to make someone’s life a little easier had just fallen right into my lap! Boy was I naïve....

We had set up a time to meet up at her apartment a few days later and continued to exchange emails/text messages. I sensed that she seemed to be getting more and more flirty as the days passed and even sent me some provocative photos. Even though I started this whole contact with purely altruistic motives, her messages and pictures began to cloud my mind with thoughts of lust. I began to rationalize myself into thinking I had stumbled upon the jackpot of all jackpots. I was on the verge of being able to help this gorgeous brown girl make ends meet with what was essentially pocket change to me, while at the same time seemingly being offered her body on a silver platter with NSA.

In a couple of our messages messages, I asked what kind of stuff she was into so I could prepare myself for the awesomeness that was about to ensue. Each time she skillfully deflected the question in a coy manner. In my head, I thought she was just teasing me in anticipation for our first date. I had no idea she was simply trying to save her own skin in case LE got involved and to make sure that I would show up for our date.

The night before we were supposed to meet, alarm bells started to go off. She responded to a message I sent her from a different email address under a different name, but with the same cell number in the message. I confronted her about why she had these different emails under different names and she quickly tried to soothe my apprehensions by explain that she had just made a new email because her old one wasn't working. I consider myself fairly street smart and computer savvy, and her excuses just did not sit well with me. I told her that I was ready to call the whole thing off unless she immediately sent me a picture of her holding a paper holding my name on it to prove she was who she said she was and that this wasn’t some kind of elaborate set  up to screw with me.. She sent me the same photo through text that she had sent me a few days before through email. Now my blood began to boil and I demanded that she comply with my request, or I would immediately cut off all communication with her.. She sent me a blurry photo-shopped together collage of some girl that looked nothing like the other pictures I had seen. What can I say though, this girl seemed to hold some kind of hyptonitic spell over me and was somehow able to convince me that it was just different scenery, lighting, etc etc that made her look different in the new pic.

The next morning, I made sure I was thoroughly showered and shaved, had my hair gelled up and some of my trendiest clothes on. I consider myself to be young, successful and charismatic. I hoped she would feel the same way about me! I was so excited and nervous at the same time. Doubts caused by the previous nights events left me with a constant nagging that something wasn’t quite right. My gut told me that this girl was up to something, but my smaller head couldn't help but urge me onward. She texted me her address and I took off feeling totally overwhelmed. I felt like I was about to be the luckiest guy in the world, or screwed over in a huge way. I left in time to get to the apartments a little early to scope them out. I was shocked to see that they were HUGE, brand new condo's. Definitely not the type of place you would expect a starving college student to be living at with just one other roommate, that's for sure.....

I arrived 15 minutes before our scheduled visit to circle around the parking lot, peering in every car trying to spot undercover LE. After satisfying myself that the parking lot was clean, I settled into a secluded area of the parking lot where I knew she wouldn't be able to see me. Not that she knew what I looked like or what kind of car I was driving, but still. Better safe then sorry right?

5 minutes before our scheduled time to meet, I got a text from her asking if I could wait about 30 minutes. Her Sister had just dropped by from out of state and they were going to quickly catch up for half an hour.
"Hmm, hadn't she said that she was an only child in an earlier email?" I brushed the thought off as my memory failing me and told her I would gladly wait.

After waiting what felt like forever, she called and said I could come up. I felt so nervous that I had to fight back the urge to vomit all over the pavement. What was I doing? I was walking into a potentially VERY dangerous situation and had no idea what to expect. An overwhelming desire to hop back into my car and drive away without ever looking back swept over me. But my adrenaline, risk-taking nature combined with the sweet charm this girl had placed on me propelled me to her doorstep and forced my finger to lightly knock on her door. As I entered, the young lady greeted me with a big hug and a show stopping smile. We made some light small talk about how hot it was outside, and then she led me down the hallways to her massage studio.
"Wait, what?" I thought to myself. Why the heck did she want to give me a massage two minutes after meeting me? I had never gotten a massage before in my life and it wasn't something that had ever made it onto my bucket list. Oh well, at least the room was very clean and neatly lit with candles and serene music playing and the girl seemed very nice (although CLEARLY not the person she had sent me pictures of).

"There is a bathroom right over in the next room. There are fresh towels by the shower,” she called out matter of factly to me.
Hmm I didn't really need to go pee, but I figured if she was nice enough to offer her restroom to me, I might as well take a chance to empty my bladder. Of course, the idea that I was supposed to rinse off in the shower in this strangers bathroom never even once crossed my mind...

I returned to the massage room just a few moments later and was greeted with a very strange look on the girls face that I couldn't decipher. She kept glancing back towards the bathroom, then back at me, and then back towards the bathroom like something was wrong. She subsequently excused herself, saying she would go gab us some water bottles and Cokes and for me to get comfortable as she shut the door completely. Immediately, panic hit me. Was I about to get robbed? Was I about to get mauled by a pack of her angry brothers or boyfriends. I quickly calmed my pounding heart-beat and convinced myself that I was totally overreacting. The thought crossed my mind that I take out the donation towards helping her with her tuition bill out somewhere for her to see. I never carry cash, so I had gone to the bank right before arriving at her house. She had communicated to me that “$100ish” would go so far in helping her to pay for her school expenses. I had taken out $140, thinking that was being extra generous to gift a person who was essentially a complete stranger. I carefully placed the wad of twenties on an empty dresser where I knew she would see it and waited for what felt like an eternity for her to return.

She seemed irritated to find that I was still fully clothed and sitting on the massage bed as she entered the room. She had told me to “get comfortable”, which meant to take a seat and make myself at home, right? I did not understand her animosity towards me. She had seemed so nice and eager to meet me through our messages, why was she being so cold towards me now? She told me to strip down for my massage and her tone improved immediately as she noted that the expensive designer jeans I had on were one of her favorite brands.

"You have never done anything like this before, have you?" she inquired as she glanced again back at the unused bath towels in the next room over.
"Nope, I have never gotten a massage before, glad you get to give me my first!"
The animosity immediately returned to her voice with vengeance as she sharply informed me that this was absolutely not a "massage" as performed by licensed LMTs. She even passive aggressively let me know that if I mentioned the "m" word again, I would have to leave. My head was starting to swirl.... if she wasn't a poor college kid and I wasn't getting a real massage.... then what was I hear for exactly? I casually made an intimate reference to something we had exchanged in emails, thinking that maybe she was just playing hard to get. This time she almost exploded as she forcefully let me know that NO sexual act  would be occurring and that even grazing the subject area again would have me out on the curb in an instant.

I laid there in silence for a few minutes as she began to rub warm oils on my back and neck. Maybe she was having a rough day and just needed someone to vent to. I decided to ask her about her favorite movies, sports and other interests. I was genuinely interested in hearing about her life experiences and the conversation quickly became fun and full of laughter. After a while she asked me to "flip" over. I barely noticed the expecting look in her eyes as she stared down at me, but I was to busy laughing as I explained a childhood memory to her that I was sure she would be delighted to hear She reluctantly began to rub oils on my chest and stomach and continued to engage in a wonderful conversation about our life dreams and ambitions. Every once in a while, she would interrupt me to ask
"Is there any thing in particular that you need taken care of?" I always responded happily "You are the expert!" The fact is, I was having a blast talking to this girl and the body rub felt so relaxing, any thoughts of intimacy were far from my head. I really felt like we had become great friends and that we had made some kind of deep emotional connection.

She abruptly cut me off mid sentence and turned all business. She said, "You have 5 minutes left. I appreciate your donation of $140 towards my education. However, most people choose to be a little more generous than that. Of course, I am always very grateful and willing to return the favor to those who treat me right….

That's when the bomb hit me. This girl was NOT my friend. I was a customer. To her, I was an ATM machine that someone had left their debit card in, just waiting to be exploited.  What I thought had been such a deep insightful conversation was her people skills buttering me up for the upsell. So this was it? I was just a shmuck, a clueless guy who apparently was way out of his league in a world he knew nothing about. I felt so empty. I have had my share of long term relationships over my lifetime, with a number of one night stands thrown in. I learned years ago that sex without an emotional connection to the girl was not enjoyable to me. The thought of even paying for such an empty experience repulsed me.  I had originally wanted to help someone out who was struggling to pay for school, with what I thought was a very generous donation to give to a complete stranger. As she flipped through the small roll of bills I had left on her counter with disgustedly, I realized our friendship ended the second my pocketbook snapped shut. I quickly dressed and bolted for the door, feeling tricked deceived and empty inside.

The days following thus experience, my mind played the events of the past week over and over in my mind. At first I was confused by how we could have such a deep and meaningful conversation, but have it mean nothing to her. I eventually realized that she was an absolutely brilliant salesman. I have been in the sales industry for years, so the art of manipulating human emotions into closing a deal is something that is second nature to me and usually a piece of cake to recognize. But this girl would put some of the most seasoned sales reps I know to shame. She had perfectly lured me by exploiting the ideals that were most important to me. And I bought it, bait line and sinker. It’s scary to think that she had me so engaged in her personality after just a few minutes  that I willingly would have thrown $$$$$ at her left and right if she played her cards right. Problem is, the moment she started the obvious upsell, any interest I had in her was completely destroyed. She was a low-level provider and advertised and catered to low level guys. Her game was good, but she was fishing in the wrong pond.

I became intrigued by the Hobby and have spent the past few days researching everything about it. I came to the realization that while I would never repeat the first type of experience I had, I would be willing to pay for a true GFE experience. I am very successful in life and have had many relationships come and go. But, I recognize that a girl who could really engage me intellectually, emotionally and physically for an hour or two would be the type of experience that I would pay for. I blow money on pointless entertainment items and experiences all the time and have realized that this would be a great way to treat myself every once in a while. Stimulate my body and mind, leave me with a smile on my face and don’t even THINK about trying some kind of upsell game with me.

I subsequently joined TER and researched the top rated girls in my area, and found there are many who provide a true GFE experience for around $$$/hr. A totally reasonable price for the experience as described by the reviewers. Unfortunately, they all require references, P411 confirmation with references and/or date check verification. The verification process is no problem for me, but the thought of returning to a sleazy money grubber just to get some references makes me want to bag the whole idea. I wonder if their is some kind of middle ground in regards to verification/references? It seems a lot like the “Chicken and the Egg” dilemma. If I only want to meet upscale GFE girls, how can I when they all require references and I shudder at the thought of dealing with sketchy, low life girls who will take any clients, no questions asked, just to build up some references to meet the girls I really want to see?