I was browsing the personals on AFF and came across what appeared to be a pretty hot stripper that lived close by.

I had always wanted to date, well ok bang a stripper and figured this might be my chance. In her photos "Lola" had long blond hair, a statuesque body, big firm boobs, and a young looking and very pretty face.

Fast forward to our date. Lola's photos were about 20 years old! Her blond hair was ragged and multicolored, she had a little pounch going, her boobs looked more like pancakes, and her face looked as if she had been in dark smokey bars for the past 20 years; oh right, she had been.

She showed up in a tight thin white dress that left nothing to the imagination. As we sat at the empty patio bar I could see up the bottom of her thigh high dress, she wasn't wearing any underwear and was completely shaved.

I met this girl at a pub one night. She seemed pretty cool. She gave me her number and email and we tried to hook up a few times, but schedules were not syncing. We finally worked out a night that she and I could meet up for drinks. Cool. Casual drinks, see what she is all about. She's a pretty hot little number and I was pretty keen on the hook up.

The night comes round and I ring her to make sure she is still good to go. I leave a message on her answer phone but NOT my name. I get a call back 30 minutes later - it is her. I answer the phone. "Hello".
She asks me "Hi - Is this Brian, the guy I met last night? Is that you?"

I met this girl through Craigslist who claimed to be a model. We quickly exchanged MSN addresses and started chatting. Once I dug into her career a little more she fessed up that she did nude modeling. Ok, that's a little seedy but I'm a pretty open minded guy.

When it came time to meet she suggested hitting a bar. She must have put away 5 glasses of wine in an hour. As we delved more into her job things just went further south. Turns out she was a high priced call girl... honestly I wouldn't pay for it with her, she was ok looking, but not that hot; I mean if I was so included to pay for it in the first place.

At the end of this debockle she had the nerve to ask for a lift home. Her place was just up the street, and as pissed off as I was I figured it was the right thing to do. On the car ride home she kept asking me why I had a problem with her vocation. She claimed she only slept with classy upscale guys... and it was just sex.

She wanted to kiss me and all I could think of is how many schlongs had been in that mouth... yuck. Anyway, I got her to finally get out of my car and called it a night.

Oh but the story doesn't end there. Two weeks later I'm driving home late at night and what do I see but the very chick standing on a street corner in nothing but hot pants, a bra, and knee high boots... she's turning tricks!

Now that's the lowest of the low.