Victoria was medium height, with curly dark hair, and a ravishing beauty. She was “friends” with Melody from Biddeford (you remember, she’s Harmony’s identical twin sister who was introduced in an earlier vignette, above), and they sometimes offered two-girl encounters on Backpage. Melody told me Victoria was hard to work with because she drank too much and wasn’t reliable. My experience is she loved to drink and loved to snort cocaine.
I had been with her two times previously, a couple years earlier and at least a year apart. Both times were early in the day, way before she would start drinking. She didn’t remember me. She was a very good provider. Beautiful tits. Tasteful tats, easy on the makeup. Quiet, attentive, hands-free BJ.
Once, we had tried to hook up, but something came up while I was driving to her which made it impossible to see me, so she said she owed me, because she fucked up the date. I called her from my car 45 minutes later and asked for her cocaine connection. She gave me a name and number, and a guy with that name called me before I’d even hung up with Victoria. I had a big-ass ball of up delivered to my home 45 minutes later. That’s how I met her guy. I mean her connection, not her guy.
One night I ordered some product from this new connection and then thought to call Victoria for some T&A fun. She was with her friends, waiting for her guy, and some quick dialog made me realize she was waiting for the same guy I was. I drove over to Scarborough and met them all at the same time, then drove back home with Victoria, who sat quite drunk and talkative in my passenger seat.
It was awkward at first for us to be at my house, because in truth we didn’t know one another well. She had come to Portland with me, but she lived a half-hour away in Saco and didn’t have a car. Commitments were made, that I would bring her back to her place by the morning, in time to change, pack, and catch the train. We had between us considerably more than an eight-ball of excellent crack, I shit you not, it was probably five grams, and it was only about 10:00 pm. She carried a large soft-drink cup with a straw, full of white wine. I put the cup into the refrigerator, and there it stayed (until the next day when I found it after I’d already taken her home). She was quite drunk but funny and non-offensive, and ridiculously hot.
Most providers weren’t as classy and generous as my beautiful Victoria, or as expensive.
Back at my house, we messed around for the first half-hour, in bed, with relaxed oral sex involved, both giving and receiving, and we smoked with absolute minimum clothing for an hour or more, then talked and smoked and cleaned the bathroom, and re-ordered from our connex (who delivered at the time). Tried sex again and Victoria informed me that while 100% of men get horny smoking crack, only about 1% of women do. That was a round-about rejection, I guess. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would test this piece of information hundreds of times over the next couple of years. She did, I remember, after a couple of hours, allow me to eat her out and allowed herself to enjoy it and help me with her needs. This was, in fact, a rare experience with a provider, called, I believe, GFE. Most providers weren’t as classy and generous as my beautiful Victoria, or as expensive.
We were both completely geeking by dawn, and I drove her back home to Saco, from where she would take the train to some city to the south, I don’t remember which one. I headed back to Portland into an early spring sunrise, arrived home and slept until the next day. I’ve not seen Victoria since then, though we’ve spoken a couple of times.
Bitchez 