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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

In Search of a Sugar Daddy, Part 5: The Death of a Crack-Whore

With no where to go, and the big, scary girls in hot pursuit, we had to think fast. Of course, we couldn't depend on CW to make any decisions. At this point, we were lucky those girls hadn't pulled a gun on us! Then, thinking back to my "how to escape a kidnapping" informational session days in elementary school, I told the girls to run across the street. If the big girls were smart, they would ditch their car and try to pursue us on foot, instead of trying to U-turn their SUV on a crowded Sunset Blvd. Naturally, they weren't that smart, and we started running in the opposite direction.

Then, we run right into this monstrous line of scantily clad, kind of gothy, women. We were right in front of the Viper Room! I knew what we had to do. If we kept running the street, those girls would find us, and our car was so far on the other end of the strip, we'd never make it in time. So I mustered up all my courage and went straight up to the big, black bouncer standing next to the "ins-and-outs" smoking door. (Alright, come on Cutie! You can do it!) I started out by making small talk with him, and eventually asking him where else he worked, etc. Then, I casually mentioned that the line tonight to get in was awfully long. He wanted to know how many of us there were. (BINGO!) So I said, "Oh four of us girls are out on the town tonight. One of my girlfriends is visiting from Houston." I called them over. Finally, he said, "You know girls, why don't you head on in. I wanna keep talking to you, but I gotta job to do. Why don't you come out again in a little bit?" OH THANK GOD! All four of us bee-lined into the Viper Room, chilled out there for about an hour, until we knew the other chicks had probably given up on looking for us. Then we left through another exit, rushed to our car, and went home.

A few days later, CW announced to us that she needed to fly back to Houston to get her car. She wanted to drive it back to California. We made her write us a rent check for next month, and she left. Oddly enough, we never saw her again. She called us once to tell us that she decided to stay in Houston instead and she wanted to get her rent money back, but we refused to give it to her. Supposedly, her lawyer would contact us, but they never did.

And that is the story of MBA Cutie and the Crack Whore.

1 Comments:

At 4:49 PM , Blogger AynRand2008 said...

Thanks for the story. It is very entertaining. Well, I hope CW found her suger Daddy in Houston. :-)

 

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