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First of all, I want to make it clear that I write
this with no political agenda or aspirations for monetary gain. I don’t
consider myself a feminist but I also do not consider myself a victim at all.
Everything I do is voluntary and nobody is using me for their own gains.
I first met David
Dennison in New York city doing an interview on a well-known nationally
syndicated radio station. I wasn’t interested in David at all when I met him, I knew he was a married man, and his
current wife was pregnant. I have been a lot of things, but I wasn’t ready to
add homewrecker to that list…
But David
had other ideas. I could tell he liked me when I first met him. And normally I
would have been attracted to him as well. Nothing gets me hotter than a rich
and powerful man with confidence. I work in the adult entertainment industry,
so I was already getting laid by young muscular well-endowed men – I wasn’t
looking for pure physical attraction in my private life. I like to be treated to
the standards I deserve when I date someone. And men like David Dennison are men that can and are able to meet that standard.
And David was very charming and funny
when I first met him, it was hard to resist.
David
was very persistent; he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually he somehow
got a hold of my phone number but for some reason David was calling from a blocked number so I wasn’t sure who he was
at first. Eventually I answered and discovered it was David blowing up my phone because he wanted to go on a date… I
would make excuses about work and travel but he would have counter arguments
with promises of fancy dinners and traveling to exotic destinations. I
explained to him I was interested but simply did not want to have any part in
his marriage breaking up. David went
on to explain that his marriage was an open relationship and he wasn’t even sure
the baby she was carrying was his. I guess I just wanted to believe him, open
relationships were not uncommon in my type of work so I went along with his
reasoning and agreed to a date.
The night of our date I had to admit I was exited – I
wasn’t sure of what to expect. David
had mentioned so many exciting dating possibilities before… Was a helicopter
going to pick me up on the rooftop and fly us away to some exotic spot where
he’d have a candlelight dinner waiting? Or maybe his limousine would pick me up
and drive me to the airport where a private jet awaited to take us to Italy for
an authentic Italian dinner made by a world famous chef? I had to text him, but
since he always called from a blocked number I had to text one of his
bodyguards and ask him how I should dress. He replied back “something casual” …
I felt this was the first date of many of endless possibilities so I put on a
sexy black dress that wasn’t too fancy but was very sexy and a look I knew David liked.
I got a call on my phone – it was the limousine driver
notifying me my ride had arrived. When I went out to meet him I noticed it was
a rental, and it was a later model that I might have ridden in when I went to
my High School prom. I figured he might have not been completely truthful about
his open marriage and was trying to keep this date on the down-low by using a rental. I couldn’t believe a billionaire with
his kind of power and money would settle for this for any other reason. I
decided it was too late now so I got in and asked the driver where we were
going – I was disappointed a little more when I was told just across town…
We arrived at 5th Ave and East 56th
Street, and there was a very nice hotel that had David’s last name
emblazoned in gaudy gold letters all over it. It was like an old diabetic dog
with an UTI pee’d all over a
Christmas tree. The driver told me I was to meet David in a hotel room and not to go to the penthouse – I was
starting to wonder if I should have brought some take-out with me…
I walked into the tower and I had to admit it was
impressive – almost a bit over the top, like it was trying to make up for a
lack of something. I felt kind of trashy
sneaking up alone to David’s hotel
room while his pregnant wife was in the penthouse… But at this point I wanted
to see how this went, I was just hoping he wasn’t going to try to pay me
afterwards…
I found his room and knocked on the door, David opened it and was dressed in
nothing more than a hotel bathrobe and socks. He quickly pulled me into the
room and started kissing me, I reciprocated but was reluctant due to the
overwhelming smell of mint, it was like he just ate a mouthful of tic-tacs before I arrived. I figured
that was better than foul breath and I relaxed a little and got into our
foreplay more. I actually didn’t mind our date starting out like this, I do
appreciate a man that goes for it. I was starting to get a little excited, I
wrapped one of my legs around his hip, I was kind of hopping he would reach
down and grab my ass and pick me up and carry me to the bed… I guess his foot
problems were acting up or he was sore from golfing. I reached my hand to the
back of his head to run my fingers through his hair, I was trying to get him
going more. He awkwardly pulled away when my hand reached the back of his head.
He explained he just had some surgery on his neck from a golf injury and didn’t
want her to touch him back there.
He seemed to sense my mood change, he called me Honeybunch and kissed my forehead and
told me to sit next to him on the bed. On the hotel television he had some
shark documentary going and there was a dinner prepared for us that was set out
on a tray. He told me it was prepared by his personnel chef but it looked more
like it was from a fast-food restaurant and placed on fancy dinnerware.
The sex was what you’d expect – really effing weird…
This went on like this for a while – I probably would
have ended it after the first time but he would always promise next time we
would do something fun and exciting. I got tired of that soon enough, but then
the reality television show he starred on was taking off and soon he was
promising me a spot on it… That was hard to resist since I was already in the
adult entertainment industry and was looking for a way out eventually.
The reality television spot never happened, neither
did our dates, we pretty much would meet up once a week in his hotel room and screw. And I was a willing participant,
I enjoyed our time for a while for almost a year.
Then reality happened.
I found some open sores one day around my genital
area. I made a huge mistake. Normally in my work I always practiced safe-sex. I
just assumed David being a germaphobe and his status that I didn’t
need to worry about protection… Well that was a terrible idea! David was the only one I was sleeping with
during our time and I am tested frequently for diseases for my work. And during
our sexual encounters I did see some sores before but David explained it was from his thighs chaffing from walking on the
golf course too much. He is an older man who was far from perfect health that
was void of skin blemishes, so I believed him.
I went to my doctor and took a blood test, that
confirmed my suspicion that it was Herpes!
The blood test was able to determine an approximate date when I acquired the
virus, as well.
I called David’s
bodyguard and demanded to see him. David
agreed to meet me in his office but it was difficult to schedule an appointment
with him due to his talk of running for president one day was becoming more
than talk – his political career was taking off. I was able to get a time to
meet him but I was given some specific instructions for when I arrived at the
tower. I was met by one of his closest bodyguards and escorted up the service
elevators so to avoid the media in the front lobby waiting for David. I didn’t say much, and he didn’t
call me Honeybunch this time. He knew
I found out and I was upset. I walked up to his desk and put the test result
papers on it, he looked at them for a moment then looked up at me and asked, “how much is this going to cost to keep
quiet?”
That was it, like everything about David Dennison it was a huge
disappointment. No apologizes, no excuses, just an unemotional businessman
response. I was so angry, I wanted to hit him and scream at his arrogant orange face! But instead I
stormed out of his office and walked out the main entrance ignoring his
bodyguard. I wanted nothing else to do with this walking and breathing disappointment…
But later when I got home and thought about what this
meant, for an adult entertainer to have an incurable STD. I realized I needed some form of compensation to move on. David didn’t just give me Genital Herpes, he ended my career.
Fortunately, I was already planning my exit from the movie starring roles, I
had looked into becoming a producer and starting my own adult entertainment
movie making business. I actually had a plan in place I was just short on
startup cash. I didn’t want to be seen as a prostitute
or some money milking scammer – that
isn’t what I’m about. But I needed to move on from starring in movies…
After speaking with M.C. who was David’s
(fabulous Jew lawyer), we came to an
agreement of $130K – I could have
demanded more, but like I said I am not a prostitute.
This was the amount I needed for startup cash for my movie producing company. I
just wanted to get compensated enough for the damages he did and move on with
my life… But of course even the breakup was a painful experience with David. Every time I thought we had an
agreement, David would add something
or want to change something. Eventually his campaign was taking off and he
became too busy to keep this going on and eventually we came to terms and after
some more fighting I got paid…
I don’t even care about the money now; in fact, I’d
like to give it back. I only care about the truth and to give fair warning for
any other future Honeybunches out
there.
