whats your most shadyest or worst moment punting ?

[Access]

About  19 years ago I saw a girl from Loot (remember that?). Arranged to see her and I was very naive and used my company mobile. Turned up and was robbed by her and her pimp. She then rang my mobile threatening me and blackmailing me. Because my voicemail listed my real name and the company I worked for, she found out where I worked and contacted them claiming that she was my ex and Needed to know where I now lived. I ended up changing jobs as I was young and stupid and chalked it up to experience. Thank god for th internet now!

[Neal69]

Ok I will bite 

Many Many moons ago I was in West Africa and picked up a hooker in a bar.

She was taking me back to her place, a pre fabricated breeze block shack for the promise of some dark and dusky fun.

Anyway we walked to her place and when we got there, there was some kind of party going on and everyone was smashed off their faces on Ganga.

As we waked to her shack some of the local blokes started hurling abuse at me and her.

Now I still can handle myself and then I was a bit of a battler but I shit myself in the middle of nowhere with all this going on around me in some dodgy compound full of aggressive Black fellas and the girls were no less threatening.

Now you have had to experience the amount of shouting that sometimes happens in these countries to appreciate this but basically I bottled it.

Anyway the hooker I was with basically stood her ground and took me by the hand and led me out of the place like she was a Mother Hen and I was her chick.

Well I can tell you I was never so relieved than when I walked out of that place with my body intact holding her hand.

I Broke the cardinal rule of being somewhere iffy and got pissed and buggered off to somewhere stupid with a hooker.

I can still remember her name , Olive Carroll, and I sincerely thank her for saving me from a beating or worse.

There is no happy ending to this as I did not eventually fuck her but returned to my place with my tail between my legs vowing to never get pissed in a dodgy place again.

It was a very long time before I re discovered this hobby but back in the UK on safer ground.

Yes I do appreciate there may be the occasional Sergie with a baseball bat but he is on my ground and I will take my chances and I never ever have gone into a punt under the influence again.

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[DickDiver]

Years ago, I was seeing a girl (now my wife!) and I was also occasionally using Edinburgh's parlours, and extremely occasionally I tried the RLD down by Coburg(?) Street in Edinburgh, before they were moved to Leith proper.

Those were the days, hope you took your good lady to the nice fish restaurant that used to sit on the corner and where there was normally a giant, cellulite, hooker ass squashed up against the full length window!

[webpunter]

Donkeys ago.  One of my real life mates reckoned his mate told him about a place near KingsX.  Was on the way to Steam & Sun but my mate was insistent that we stop there first.  In the front door of a large town house.  Must have been fifteen WG's all of whom looked trafficked.  Got an uneasy feeling go right through me & started thinking along the lines of a police raid.  Shagging trafficked girls is deffo a criminal offence.  Was out of there double quick.  Had a massive argument in taxi on way to S&S and made the fucker pay my entry fee & first few drinks.  Seemed a distant memory emerging from S&S 3 hours later.  Drained & pissed.  Still gets a very occasional mention - usually when my mate says something like 'i have a plan'   

[KingAlpha]

I posted elsewhere about basically being robbed by a large street lady in Paris once we were inside her room. She started demanding loads more money and blocked the doorway. I stood my ground and so she called in the security guy, but he was a young bloke who looked like he had better things to do, didn't seem that interested and didn't actually threaten me. She gave up eventually so all I lost was the initial fee. As I left she reminded me to take my brolly with me. You couldn't make it up.

In the UK, years ago, a street girl who took me back to a flat that was a real junkie dive, with wallpaper ripped off the walls etc. Didn't even get to do the deed as, you've guessed it, I was 'too big' for her. While that was being established I noticed a swastika scrawled on the wall above the bed in crayon... When I left it became clear that flat actually belonged to a very confused old man, not sure if he was a relative, or had any idea what was going down - quite literally - under his own roof. Awful, sordid stuff. Amazed I didn't get mugged that time as well.

Trouble is with hilarious anecdotes like these is that you can't really share them at dinner parties and wow the room.

[Blackpool Rock]

Trouble is with hilarious anecdotes like these is that you can't really share them at dinner parties and wow the room.

Yeah imagine passing the mange tout and quipping "Did I ever tell you about the time I lost my wedding ring fisting a street whore in Barcelona, it was absolutely hilarious getting it back"

[texasjapan]

Picked up a girl, was driving to a regular spot suddenly at the lights she jumps out and legs it.  I think that was a bit drastic. Only when i get home do I realise that she napped my phone from the centre console compartment. Never saw her in any of the local spots. Fuck was i pissed after that, herd she went to prison soon after, as I knew quite few girls in that circle. 

[mexicola]

I had a punt over the Christmas with a WG in Liverpool city centre. It was a flat in a city centre apartment block, doors with codes etc.

The WG gave me instructions how to open the doors to leave. On the way out I couldn't open the main exit door to the street I spent a good two minutes struggling,  unsure to go back and knock her door for instructions again !

Then another resident from the block appeared from upstairs to go out and struck up a conversation about which apartment bid come from, this now went on for another few mins. Eventually l got them to open the door, claimed I was new to the place .

[onion]

A couple of years ago, me and my mate were going to Oz/NZ but decided to break up the mammoth flights by stopping in Hong Kong first for a couple of days.

So the afternoon we landed I showered and decided to "explore" Tsim sha tsui delights and found a place that offered massages but blatantly other stuff. Anyway I had a massage (a poor one at that looking back) and agreed the price for a quick tug from her. I couldn't face FS she wasnt all that plus jetlagged. So the massage happened, she cracks one out but then tries to charge me full rate!.

I'm thinking what the hell and no chance!. Anyway she goes out the guy on reception to moan, but thankfully i came to my senses that this was the time to get changed and be prepared to run. So he comes in saying its full price etc and I said i'd already agreed a price for the tug and thats all the money ive got. Took ages before I could finally leave the joint (followed by expletives no doubt in Cantonese), but I was absolutely bricking it walking back to the hostel.

What makes me laugh now thinking back, during the whole furore I kept thinking how am I gonna explain this to the Embassy if the cops nick me and

[onion]

A couple of years ago, me and my mate were going to Oz/NZ but decided to break up the mammoth flights by stopping in Hong Kong first for a couple of days.

So the afternoon we landed I showered and decided to "explore" Tsim sha tsui delights and found a place that offered massages but blatantly other stuff. Anyway I had a massage (a poor one at that looking back) and agreed the price for a quick tug from her. I couldn't face FS she wasnt all that plus jetlagged. So the massage happened, she cracks one out but then tries to charge me full rate!.

I'm thinking what the hell and no chance!. Anyway she goes out the guy on reception to moan, but thankfully i came to my senses that this was the time to get changed and be prepared to run. So he comes in saying its full price etc and I said i'd already agreed a price for the tug and thats all the money ive got. Took ages before I could finally leave the joint (followed by expletives no doubt in Cantonese), but I was absolutely bricking it walking back to the hostel.

What makes me laugh now thinking back, during the whole furore I kept thinking how am I gonna explain this to the Embassy if the cops nick me and

I needed their assistance!. Crazy

But it did put me off for a very long time

[chris2010]

The worst was a punt in Lincoln about two years ago. Saw a Romanian girl in a private house on a side street (she was cheap and her pictures looked OK on adultwork.

She lets me in and I see that she's got several kaposi's sacroma (AIDS lesions) on her body. Its the only time I've really seen them outside of a medical textbook and I'm freaking out and want to leave.

She says I have to pay and blocks the door. I give her 20 and leave.

Was a sad story and made me feel sick afterwards. Never been near a Romanian since.

[wheeliebinwanking]

Back in the day a Town called Malice was in the charts I found myself alone in Soho as you do, with two sacks full of man cream. A seriously hot babe walked up and asked if I wanted anything. I'm like maybe, but I had no cash on me. No worries, she said, there's a cash point nearby. Dick led the way, and I drew out £100. She said, right, give me £50 now, and here's my key. It's room 210, on the second floor at the hotel whatever, 100 yards up the road. Just make yourself comfy, I'll be a long when I've got the condoms. She handed over a nice key on a serious looking fob.

Well no prizes, you've guessed it. I'd parted with £50 for scrap metal. The hotel whatever didn't even exist. The only saving grace was when I walked back to where I had met her, I saw her being bundled into the back of a police car.

What a complete naive twat! However, it was a good lesson in becoming a worldly-wise punter. Pre-internet you really did learn everything yourself, sometimes the hard way. Despite, over the years, being asked many times to part with cash before entering a girl's room, I have never done so, even if it meant walking. It's not fail-safe, there have been other calamities but that's another story.

All good lessons learnt. I had something similar

WG came to my hotel. I only wanted a massage. She looked fooking terrific and said she'd give me the best body to body. However she needed to pay Sergei. I said no problem and I don't think she sould have had a problem if I walked down with her, but I was thought she looked trusting and she left her bag and a crappy phone. So I was like whatever

Low and behold the WG didn't game back to the room. I was pissed off and horny. I waslked out to the nearest cash machine and withdraw another 200 sheets and ordered another backpage/craiglist/vivastreet WG. The 1hr was absolute trash but I had the full horn and had to get something that night

I was way too naive

[PatrickCarnes]

Worst moment was in a well known bar in Phnom Penn, Cambodia. Took a seat and had 5 cuties swarm around me necking me and telling me what they would do to me if I take them all to the private bedroom. So paid up for about 7 of them in all, and you guessed it, as soon as we all got in the room they kept to the other side of the bed and it was an effort to get one of them to shag me.

[candec]

I had a "shady" punt in Vancouver. It was with a street girl who took me to an awful hotel on East Hastings Street. The whole area was full of people living on the street and there were visible signs of drug abuse. The guy on the hotel reception gave me a knowing look and yet probably 2/3rds of his clientele were punters.

[coolguy1990]

In the early 00's I paid some lass in Boro £100 for an hour, after nipping into the bathroom, next door and stashing her cash in the lavatory cistern (i heard the lid scrape), she proceded to rip me off by pretending to fall asleep.

After about 20 mins of trying to revive her, I gave up, asked if I could use the bathroom and got my money back by skillfully lifting the lid quietly off the cistern.

I was pissing myself laughing, imagining her face when she sussed as i ran off for my taxi.

[The Outsider]

Some of the stories here take me back to “good old days” when the streets were the place to go. 

My scariest moment was being robbed at knifepoint in a Bradford back alley in the early 90s.  I’d picked up a girl in my car and followed her directions to a particular location.  Just as she was starting a blowjob, a bloke in a balaclava opened the passenger door, told her to get out and robbed me.  It’s easy to imagine how you’d react in any given situation, but with your trousers around your ankles and a deflating erection, you’re not in a good position to defend yourself! 

It took me a while to realise it was a set up and I was even worried about the girl for a while!  Never saw her on the streets again and I made sure my next car had central locking. 

[Vivago]

Back in my 'squaddy' days in the good old eighties I was doing a stint in Belize and on R&R in San Pedro. Got blitzed out my skull on nasty, 'orrible Belizean grog and woke up in a shed with the mother of all hangovers and with an fugly fat black munter snoring away beside me. How the fuck I didn't end up robbed with my throat slit from ear to ear and dumped in a ditch, is a mystery.

Worse was that I had hazy recollections of banging the bitch bareback and weeks afterwards I spent shitting myself, expecting my cock to turn green and drop off at any moment.

It did, however, wise me up to the perils of mixing alcohol and punting.

[slow and low]

Pissed up in Prague, ended up getting a blowjob down an alleyway. Then got in a cab with said Tom and ended up in a flat fucking miles away where she proceeded to get off her tits on vodka. Got away only to end up completely lost,  walking down a railway track covered in snow. Finally got back 36 hours after I had left the hotel. Back out on lash 2 hours later  . Also had a tool try and jump me down Sussex Gardens years ago. Nice tidy flat suits me these days.