I get asked by clients all the time, "why does that Whispers guy hate you so much????"
Here's the story: we had a torrid love affair and I broke it off and he's jealous and pissed.
Just kidding. As if I would ever fuck that guy.
So, the real story: back in late 2013, I donated an overnight to his fundraiser (*scam*). It was free advertising and it was supposedly for a good cause. Not here to argue that point, btw.
I was "won" at a party while I was out of town (a friend took me to New Orleans for my birthday). At said party (at a popular strip club), when the gentleman's ticket was drawn, apparently the crowd told him to eat his Wheaties and drink a Red Bull, because hey, a whole night with Claire! I don't know for sure because again, I wasn't there. Said gentleman and I PM'd back and forth and decided to combine the VIP party with the overnight (because the party was being held at a hotel). For those of you who don't know, the VIP party was for guys who had donated a significant amount, and for the big winners.
I went to the party, and the client was already drinking Crown. I don't know about y'all, but I have a theory about Crown Royal: it changes people. And said gentleman was also taking allergy meds because it was January and this is Austin. He was nervous about meeting me, much less spending the night with me, so he was drinking more than usual. The party was a hobby party and there was a lot of fooling around with all sorts of people (I had brought my Sybian, just to give you an idea).
At the end of the evening, I go back to this guy's room. Let's just say that things got very, very rough. He smacked my ass so hard that it made my eyes water. He pulled my hair harder than anyone else ever had (I thought he was going to rip it out). He got on top in a 69 and face fucked me (which is why I do not offer that now). At 5am, I snuck out, and my dumbass was worried about what this guy would write about me (because I left an overnight early). I had finger-print bruises on my arms the next day.
The PTSD set in rapidly. I had an *extremely* short fuse. Everyone and everything pissed me off. I talked to the guy a week after it happened and he of course didn't remember anything, and he apologized profusely, but I didn't want to hear it.
About a month after the rape (because that's what it was), Whispers had some asinine thread about screening. It was something to the effect of, "ladies, has a guy ever passed your screening and things still went wrong?" I said that, "Yes, and it was at your party and I was raped."
Hence started the shit storm.
He PM'd me about said something to the effect of, "I saw you leave the strip club with so-and-so (two other providers) and nothing happened to you." I said, "hey jackass, I wasn't even at that party, I was in New Orleans; I was at the VIP party." His response was along the lines of, "Well, I'm sorry that happened to you, BUT you need to clarify that nothing happened AT my party."
I tarnished the image of his precious scam. I mean, fundraiser. *gasp* How dare I!
He didn't care that I had been raped, he cared about what I said and how it directly affected his wallet, I mean, err, foster kids. Because while he had that fundraiser, he was the popular kid that he so longs to be. Can't say that I blame him - I wasn't popular in high school either, and that's half the reason that I'm a provider. It's all about the validation. Pay me and tell me I'm beautiful.
People: this shit happened over THREE YEARS AGO. And this fucker is *still* holding a grudge. Dude, get over it. I'm sorry that I'm the same age as your daughters and that's why you don't like MILF providers (because fucking women younger than your daughters somehow makes more sense?!).
But hey, every fucking time this guy posts about me, my business surges (whether I want it to or not, mind you). I mean seriously, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to hire a fluffer just to keep up with the traffic. But you like posting about me, because people see *MY* name and click on your idiotic thread, and then *you* have more page views because of *ME.* But you just keep telling yourself that they're clicking on it because you posted it. Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night. Because it's all about a popularity contest on a hooker board. SMDH.
So, there you have it, folks. Hopefully this CLAIRE-ifies things a bit, lol. It's nothing more than a dude holding one hell of a grudge, and oh, let's not take into consideration that a woman was raped and may have been going through some shit...