It all started off so well..
Hanging out in Chelsea (London) at my favourite members club, full of wealthy and successful gentlemen is my idea of a fun weekend. I have met many SD/POTās, a few looking for a mutual beneficial arrangement. I am more than happy to oblige to that request.
I ended up eye fucking this 40 something gentleman, he had SD written all over his face. So we got chatting, there was so much chemistry. Letās call him Duke, because he reminded me of a Lord of a manor.
So after texting and calling one another, we decided to set a date to meet for dinner at Nobu. Waiting for the weekend to come, so I can finally go on a first date with this handsome man excited me.
I spent the day getting groomed, I looked and felt a billion dollars. There was nothing that was going to ruin my vibe.
He sent his driver to pick me up in this beautiful black Rolls-Royce, the driver opened the door and the people waiting in the queue for a nightclub next door turned and stared, I pouted my way in like you do.
This is when this dream date turn into a nightmare.
I wait for him for over 20 minutes and nothing. I text him āthank you for picking me up, when do you get here?ā. I am waiting in the lobby like an idiot, finally he shows up looking dashing and is somewhat apologetic.
We walk in and he points to this table with 2 guys already seated, enjoying drinks and laughing away. He takes me over to their table and says look my friends are here OMG. At this point Iām like WTF, he acts like he just bumped into them, when it was all planned.
The 2 guys mood changed the second they saw me, they were super unfriendly and bitchy, it was so awkward. They asked so are you guys on a date, he was like āNO, we just friendsā. I gave him this really bitch stare. We order food and these guys are super bragging and leaving me out the conversation on purpose and being total rich brats.
I got to the point where I was ordering cocktails like no tomorrow, and eating this good food. I text my friend āSOSā, he was out in SoHo doing the most.
Duke decides to touch me up under the table inappropriately, I grab his hands off me. At this point there is no chemistry left and I was massively turned off. I was so over these over privileged dogs, I just eye rolled at them and yawned a few times. Iām bored out of my mind.
I downed another Bloody Mary, I am pretty tipsy at this point. I decided to excuse myself for a cigarette break, I donāt even smoke..
I get an Uber the fuck out of there and head to Soho, I am not wasting this outfit and all this effort for nothing. I ended up having an amazing night partying the night away with my friends regardless.
He did text me to ask if I had left. I sent him a lengthy message, giving him some advice and warning him never to touch someone sexually without their permission. I blocked his number and never looked back.
The moral of the story is to know your worth. Never put up with sexual abuse, these rich folk think they can do what they like, due to wealth and power. It is so important to keep your dignity, morals, values and keep your head held high at all times.
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