What an absolutely horrendous experience. Have a beer, put your feet up, and give it a few days and you'll feel like punting again, albeit with markedly more paranoia than you had before. It goes to show how much of a spectrum punting experiences are - I had a gorgeous Polish girl round for an outcall earlier - was greeted with a big snog, and the whole experience felt like a quickie with my girlfriend. Then I read this.
Why was she trying to put you OFF the punt when she met you? Did money change hands at any point? Equally, why was she so keen after you'd left not to let you go? Was she hoping her pimp would rugby tackle you and grab your wallet? Just bizarre.