I Smell Bacon
Was working out of a one bedroom apt with a roomate who was a bit naieve about things.
She got a call from a guy who said he was a freelance photographer.
He wanted a session and he said he'd bring his portfolio to show her because he didn't have a business card. (???)
My bullshit alarm went off and I decided to hang out rather than split the scene before he arrived like we usually did for each other.
From the way dude knocked (pounded) on our door I smelt him.
I told my roomate who the client was there for that if I feel something is up the code word is "lets go to dinner".
I opened the door and before me stood what looked like an officer who had eaten one too many donuts at my door.
Yes he was in civies, but he had one of those puffy jackets that fits a gun, radio and a big old badge quite well.
I'm still giving him the benefit of the doubt. The I see the portfolio.....no make that his wired together photo albulm.
A professional photog, shows up with a portfolio, with his work in some kind of case, not a photo albulm.
My roomate steps up and plants one on his lips. I observe him. He does not flinch an inch, a bit too stoic for my liking.
He then makes his last mistake...... he turns to my roomate and says, "So your from Brazil?"
Now I step up. I reach out to stroke his cock and he jumps two feet back.
I then grab my purse and say come on. Aren't you here to take us to dinner?
He knew he was had and just said "ok" and left without another word.
I have the cell number he called from saved into my cell. It shows up as "BAD".
Funny thing is when you call the number you get a vm saying "This is John, please leave a message"
How original.