There’s a wannabe sissy who called me ages ago, maybe once, maybe twice. He wanted the sort of public humiliation that goes with being exposed as a drag princess on the big bad web. So I put up a couple of pages and sent him a pay-to-view with the address inside. He paid.
Somewhat later, not having heard from him for a while, I sent him another payment mail. Hey, quality site hosting costs, right? He didn’t respond and I moved the file and didn’t think of it again.
Flash forward. He shows up again, looking for much the same things. He contacted me wanting to buy some sort of graphic design - a frilly, girly thing - because it was his birthday. He didn’t buy anything, but showed me a mistress site where his pic was, and said that she wouldn’t take it down.
Hmm. There’s my loser again, just with a different name. Same old same old. He was surprised that I recognized him. Oh, well, can’t help that I’m smarter than he is. He’ll probably be surprised that I right-clicked to save that photo of him, don’t you think?
Like I said, he’d asked for a design, so I emailed him suggesting that he buy a nice pink email template to use whenever he’s mailing through Niteflirt. He asked if he was going to have to pay. LOLOL, you fucking cheapskate.
Do you work for free? Well, I don’t either.
What happened next? He sent me (and every other Mistress on Niteflirt, apparently) an email asking them what he should shave while he drinks a bottle of beer. And by the way, he told me he’s an English teacher. Look at the creative spelling he uses for the word “razor”. I don’t know if I should be railing more loudly at this point about dumb males, teachers, or dumb male teachers…

And next thing you know, he’s sent me the strangest payment request of all time. You have to read this to believe it.

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