WhoreHunter Tales: Introduction

First entry and basic intro into the Adventures of WhoreHunter. Not much spice or dirty details in this one, but more of an origin story for the rest to come

A little more than five years ago I won a well known lottery jackpot in my parts of the country. For reasons of anonymity, I won't disclose the exact amount it was, but I'll tell you that it was nearly nine figures at payout. Now, barely hanging on from falling into seven figures remaining, and nothing too crazy to show for it as most would assume, I've decided to ease off the throttle and reflect on my "Adventure Activities" for the first time.

It didn't take me long before coming to the decision which led me here right now. Be it bragging, narcissism, pride, or whatever word you choose to hang on it, I simply feel that much of the shit I so recklessly and oftentimes obsessively enjoyed would be wasted by keeping to myself. I came across this site while searching to find if there might be somewhere that I can remain anonymous, while sharing among possible likeminded people that may enjoy what I will be sharing over time,  through multiple entries.

Until I see the response to the first few entries, my intention is to randomly pick out a few of the more memorable moments of a (now 54) year old, thrice divorced, every day type 'blue collar' white male who having been run through the ringer and bled dry by greedy fucking ex's and society, spending five years pissing away a fortune to Fuck whatever Pussy he wanted, basically (mid-upper 90 percentile success rate)

Nearly every continent, lost count how many countries and can't find my passports at the moment to count stamps, but conservative guess would be 55, maybe as many as 70. Most of South and Central America, as well as Africa, Caribbean Islands, and a good bit of the Middle East Region until shit got crazier than usual there...fuck that world, they can keep it! Anyways, several other places as well (gosh I miss Indian women)

As you might imagine, I was having difficulty finding where to start things here with. I finally decided to start one I wasn't planning to share, for reasons I am sure will be obvious. I do so because it makes sense, due to it being the first of a very long string of shameless exploitation "Games". And was one of only a few that I hadn't sought out on my own, but probably was the spark that kicked it all off, now that I think about it.

I was packing a suitcase in a bit of a hurry when the doorbell rang. I tried ignoring and continued packing, hoping whoever it was would just leave. You see, I didn't know that if you just go in and claim your winnings that it becomes public knowledge. Didn't learn till after that I SHOULD have contacted a lawyer familiar with this stuff, and I would've remained anonymous as well as saved on taxes. When I started getting calls saying I was mentioned on the local news, my ass was packing and going to stay in a hotel till I got out of town in a few days.

Back and forth, doorbell and knocking I finally lost my patience, and answered the door, hiding my .45 behind my back. Last person I had expected, but suppose it should have been among the first, was my estranged, dope fiend, thieving ass Sister, who I hadn't seen, nor spoken to, since the last time I tried helping her a few years prior. Her having shown her 'appreciation' of which by me coming home from work one day to find her gone...along with everything she and the scumbag 'boyfriend' could fit in the back of his pickup truck. That same 'boyfriend' who's ass i had to come whoop and get her away from not even two weeks before, after she called crying and terrified after he had been beating the shit out of her. I still had a soft cast on my hand and stitches from his blade he had pulled on me at the time. And now, her this Bitch was, on my doorstep, hoping to gold dig...

I stod there a moment, completely beside myself in disbelief. When I finally opened my mouth to speak my mind, she cut me off before I got a word out....

"Don't, please...I know..." Looking down avoiding eye contact while fidgeting and rubbing her arm like a fucking junkie

"I won't waste your time trying to apologize, even tho I really am sorry, and you have every reason to hate me and turn me away. But...if you could just...."

I stepped aside, holding the door open for her to come inside. She seemed completely surprised by that, and took a few seconds before she quickly skulked past me inside. Wearing dirty blue jeans with tears at her knees, an old, worn, dirty Grey hoodie, and a faded pink wool beanie cap, she sat on the couch telling her sob stories, aiming at building sympathy. I'm not a cold hearted asshole, so yeah, of course I sympathize, in spite of her many past offenses towards me.

About an hour I just listened and watched her fidgeting like a tweeker in withdrawal, as I drank a couple beers. I offered something to eat, and said she wasn't hungry. Told her she could stay the night, and canceled my hotel booking. Told her she could use the shower and find something that's clean and fits her to sleep in, and that I was going to get me some beer. When I asked her if she wanted anything, I knew exactly what she wanted to say, but couldnt bring herself to ask.

"I got you...it's fine. Go ahead and take care of yourself, I'll be back in a bit"

The confused and suprised lok on her face was almost too much, i almost cracked a laugh. The liquor store was a couple blocks away, and the truth is that I had started smoking that shit myself about a year prior, and already had bought a half zip that day. By the time she came out the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel, long bleach blonde (dirty blonde) hair darker and showing more dark roots now being wet, I was already on my second new beer and blowing clouds.

"NO FUCKING WAY¡...YOU SMOKE TOO, NOW?"

Part disbelief and shock, part excitement in her voice and on her face. She quickly walks over and sits on the coffee table in front of me, talking care to hold the towel tight, and tuck the bottom between her thighs when she sat. She grew more and more fidgety with each hit I took, until after the third time I paused, holding it in as long as I could...

"C-can I hit some, please? You said you 'got me', I thought this is what you meant..."

"It was..*exhaling*...and yes, you can get a couple hits...or, you can have that..."

She had been so fucking fixated on the pipe in my hands the entire time, she never even noticed the stack of cash, with a 7g rock sitting on top that I had pointed to, right next to where she sat on the coffee table. Her eyes popped wide, jaw dropped and hung in disbelief as she picked it up and stared at both. Her eyes did a quick cut towards me, then right back to what she held. Then her expression relaxed, and turned back to mine again. I guess my eyes or expression she saw that briefly must have given me away.

She broke eye contact after a few seconds, and to this day, hasn't looked into my eyes ever since. She turned her head away for 10-15 seconds, thinking, before turning back with eyes somewhat downward, and just reached out and snatched the pipe and lighter from my hands. She turned away, crushed the dope i had just loaded for myself, then reached back to hand both pipe and lighter. Without saying a word, she stood, walked a few steps over to the love seat that sat across the room facing the couch. Dropped her towel, got up on her knees and leaned over the backrest...

Conversation after that became pretty much non-existent. It was not only understood, accepted, but said in her own voice,

"take what you want, just don't hit me"

And from that, the idea that shaped the next five years was born.

As I said previously, I hadn't intended on sharing this specific part, originally, and I know I kept it light on the 'dirty' details. For that, I apologize if I disappoint anyone. Being a bit awkward feeling with not sure how well would be recieved, I figured since this being something of an introduction, I'd fit it in now, see your comments, and if people seem to want more of the dirty details I can add dedicated entries later.

Hope you enjoyed this, and look for more to come soon, take care...