When things go from bad to worse...
I had an arrangement on Friday night with a Sugar Babe who turned out to be a Sour Bitch! Despite repeated warnings and knowing better than everyone else I paid up front
ten minutes later she's doing Lewis Hamilton impressions down the street with my £200 tucked away in her jeans.
Being a complete sad case, no friends or family, I decided to have a conversation with the police. Took a stroll into the station this afternoon, had a chat with one bloke on the front desk about paying some strange woman for her time and she had done a runner. He rang back an hour later with a station surgery appointment for 8pm tonight.
I have just spent an hour being interviewed by two women wooden tops, discussing the nature of the arrangement, sitting while they read my whole WhatsApp conversation with the SB, being repeatedly told that I was admitting to taking part in prostitution (which is illegal!) and that the poor defenseless pro$$ie was merely guilty of short timing me. In order to progress the conversation I had to willfully state that the money paid was for her to indulge in sexual activity and thereby incriminating myself for being involved with prostitution.
The old brutish looking plod disappeared to discuss what, if any crime had actually occurred leaving the younger miserable one to try and convince me that the thieving pro$$ie had done less wrong than me. The return of the older one brought the news that they would have to investigate the case and classify it as fraud. The young savage insisting that I be charged with offences relating to prostitution.
Two important lessons learned, never pay up front on an outcall! Don't bother with the police if you get ripped off!