I love gfe phone sex calls. I get all types of calls really, but I like to take care of men. I am the perfect GFE, but I need the perfect man. I was at the club when a potential sugar daddy approached me. I do not really need another sugar daddy. I have the best one around already, but this guy talked a mean game. He was talking about his yacht and how he likes to spoil his princess. Men who come into the club assume strippers are dumb. They look at me and see blonde bimbo. Many men do not think women in the adult industry are smart. They assume wrongly that we are doing this because we cannot do anything else. It is true that I did not even finish high school, but I am smart enough to know a Splenda daddy when I see one. He was using multiple credit cards to buy lap dances and drinks. He had to put the VIP room on three cards. His shoes were nothing special. He was not dressed to impress. He was no sugar daddy. He was just a poser. I do a lot of financial domination phone sex calls. I knew I could drain his wallet. I knew he was talking a big game, but I was playing the player.
I got him in the VIP room and cock teased him until he was bankrupt. I have very little use for Splenda daddies. I got bills to pay, and I have expensive tastes. I knew he was bullshitting me. I know a real sugar daddy when I see one. He was not it. But he did have some value. Whatever money he did have I twerked and grinded my ass to get. He was tipping me on different cards. I do not care, if I was getting his money. I may be a tad old for the sugar baby princess phone sex life, but I can still milk wallets and cocks. I just milked his wallet though. He had a worthless pecker not deserving of a woman like me. He left the club broke with blue balls. Maybe he will think twice before he tries to con a hustler.