In last stories you guys have known how I became a part time call boy..
I got some reviews and calls regarding to help the boys…
I say fake people just read and getlost…
By the way if any ladies want services text me.. It’s not free, decide after meeting. You get what you pay. There are so many guys who are in need of sex and don’t know anything rather than porn.. They do it for free and treat you ( ladies) as dolls. I don’t say I’m best. But I say it’s not free.. And see my pic and decide ladies..
I’m not into every women, the women I get is from suggestions.
I offer all services, and yeah womens especially you get fake materials for cheap price remember…
I’m saying this because a female client
didn’t pay me and said she wants me every 3 days.
Me – why you don’t pay?
She – I’m hot, even you enjoyed asshole…
Me – this is not fair mam
She – enjoy me as your wife
Now I wasn’t able to reply for this , since women minds are very complicated you can’t answer anything or argue with them..
Now let’s come to the incident
Disclaimer:- This incident consits of some shocking events..
I was in a 3 day trip to my friends hometown ( 2 hrs from goa) . I said my friends (some boys who had guts) and to write my number in ladies washroom as call boy . I challenged them for 1000 rupees 3 pubs. 2 of them agreed and took a picture from ladies washroom for a proof. I payed them 1k each so total 6 pubs..
Now I’m in a vacation,I got a call from unknown number I said I’ll call you later again I got a message in WhatsApp I saw her pic she was real hot queen. I thought writing number in girls washroom had worked.
In whatsapp:-
she – are you a callboy?
Me – not a callboy, im only for certain ladies
She – ohh , how much should I pay
Me – mam it depends actually. But I know you will pay more.
She – ohh , do have anything special?
Me – mam you have to see , I can’t say anything..
She – now you should come to my apartment…
Me – mam actually I’m out of town.
She – I’ll pay you for everything.
Me – after 2 days
She – Don’t annoy me…
Me – okay mam
Now the travel for bangalore from the place where I was, was 11 hrs. She said she will pay everything. It was Saturday time was 10:am I rushed towards the bus and directly took a ticket to bangalore. While in bus I was chatting with her she said she is feeling lonely.
She – directly come to my apartment
Me – mam I’m sweating
She – it’s okay. Dickhead
Me – okay mam
She – stop respecting me
Me – okay bitch.
It’s been 8 hrs more 3 hrs left I reached bangalore exactly at 8:50pm I took a taxi and directly went to apartment which is there in langford road bangalore. I was confident I just rang the bell .
She – are you devnsh, confused.
Me – yes I’m didn’t you see my pic
She – welcome home
Me – what , home?
She – I mean feel free as your home
Me – okay then give me a new job as your husband..
She – laughs hard
Now I asked her about her profession.
Me- what’s your profession
She – I’m a prostitute
Now I’m fully in shock I said can I use your washroom and didn’t return for 10mins , I was wondering which place I have come into. Slowly she said her husband died before 10 years and she has a kid. She and her friend moved into this profession unknowingly. She has earned so much of money from her bosses where she was working, and she gets free groceries from various stores by providing them her services
Me – y do you want me then?
She – I always wanted to experience callboy and call girl mating.
Me – what the fuck is wrong with you?