The Vixen Who Ended Up Getting F’d By Her Baller Wolf.

Would you trust this face?

So you meet a Baller Wolf on Twitter,
he flies you out to Vegas for the Memorial Day weekend,
and all kind of shit goes wrong?
Sounds like a ho didn’t do her research correctly…

“When linking up with a Baller, we always think about the free trips, fancy
cars and fancy dinners. We toss caution in the wind for those with a little
bit more fame than us. The unfortunate thing is, everything isn’t always
unicorns and rainbows and one reader tells a bit of a horror story about
snagging a baller.”

I never was the girl to go searching out ball players. Trying to land
someone rich so I could spend the rest of my life shopping and partying. I
play on twitter and flirt just like any normal girl whos tweets a lot.
Occaisonally I get a celeb or athlete follow me or tweet me. Yes of course
it’s exciting and fun. But this whole story started with absolutely having
no idea who I was talking to in the first place.

This all started when Charles Johnson, DE for the Carolina Panthers started
following me. However when he first followed me and DM’d me, I had no idea
who he was. When I asked him who he was, he just said a regular guy who got
verified because he had 3K followers. I don’t know why but I believed him
and didn’t think much of it. I also didn’t research him either. I visited a
friend in Charlotte and was surprised to get a DM from him, asking if I
wanted to meet up while I was in town. I told him that I was really busy
with friends and if I could find the time I might consider it. He seemed
nice enough. Still at this point I didn’t know who he was really. After
returning home, I decided one day I was going to look up this person I had
been talking to. To my surprise I had just realized I had been talking to
the Panther player, who shockingly had just signed a 76 million dollar
contract.

I was really intimidated after that. When I asked him if that was
who he is, he confirmed it. I had asked him why he didn’t tell me, and he
said because he didn’t wanna come across a certain way. I told him things
like that didn’t matter. After awhile we exchanged numbers and began
texting. It was very apparent that he was attracted to me. He made it very
clear in several text that he wanted to have sex with me. He told me he was
coming to Miami, where I live, to train and that we would definitely meet
up then. I was down for that. But then it became increasingly more intense
our conversations and the desire for both of us became too much. He offered
to fly me to Charlotte but my schedule just couldn’t comply.

I began noticing that a certain person on his timeline, who would turn out
to be his baby’s mom, was posting a lot of stuff about how much she loved
this man. When I questioned him about it, he would tell me, just because I
take care of her, does not mean that we are together. I had a suspicion
that maybe he was lying to me about her. But everytime I asked something,
he would insist they were not together. For mother’s day, he bought her not
one, but two brand new Mercedes. I thought wow what a good guy, taking care
of his baby mama like that.

Fast forward to Memorial Weekend. Here is where the drama unfolds. To make
this just plain and simple. The offer was given to be flown out to Vegas
for the weekend, I accepted. WOW! A free trip to Vegas, heck yes. I was
told to keep in on the low, and that he would tell his friends I was a
business partner. First mistake of course I made was even allowing myself
to go after that, but it was so amazing to me, I went. I had disclosed to
him that my last trip to Vegas was not a pleasant one as I had gotten
extremely sick while there and ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. My
boyfriend at the time left me in the hospital. He said he would never do
that to me and would take care of me. I was flattered.

When I got there, he said take a cab to the Palms and he’d meet me
downstairs and pay for the cab. He didn’t get out there in time so I paid
for the cab and went inside. I then met him in the casino lobby and he took
me upstairs to the hardwood sutie where they had been staying. I was
introduced to friends of his and took a tour of the suite. He was very
distant and I was worried that maybe I was a disappointment to him, however
he knew exactly what I looked like from numerous pictures I sent and some
very revealing so there was no mistaken it was me. I texted him to be sure
he wasn’t disappointed and he said no he wasn’t. So I chalked his distance
to not wanting people to know why I was there. His friends invited me to
the pool to hang out and I said ok thinking he would come. But he didn’t. I
was really confused. When we got there,, they rented a cabanna, and got
bottle service. I remember drinking and having a good time chatting with
some of the girls that were there. I took a few shots that I remember. I
remember getting in the pool….and that’s IT.

The next thing I know, Im in the back of a police car. Only to spend the
next 12 hours in the Las Vegas jail with prostitues and drug addicts. I had
no idea how I ended up there or what had happened. My mind was completely
blank. Fast forward to my release, I texted him immediately to find out
what happened, He said don’t ever text me again. I was so confused. I asked
him how I was going to get home, he wasn’t going to send me back but after
calling my best friend and having her convince him to get me back home he
finally booked me a flight. So the only thing I can get out of him is that
I assualted two girls, and a security gaurd. Now being that I am NOT a
violent person and have never been, I was so confused. What had led up to
that point? Why couldn’t I remember anything? What was I mad about? All
questions he will not answer and just keeps laughing at me and telling me I
did this to myself. Now I would take full responsibility for my actions had
I been able to remember anything but I can’t. Not a single thing. I went to
the ER the next day after I got home, scared and upset at how something
like this could happen. I shouldve went sooner. They drew blood and did
drug and toxicology screens which all came back negative. Of course it had
been two days. They said if GHB was given to me, it wouldn’t be detected
anymore.

So basically here I am. Charges pending towards me of battery and
trespassing. Neither of which I have any recollection of. After being told
I would be taken care of and promised nothing would happen to me, here I
sit, needing attorney representation and $2500.00. My career will
absolutely be ruined if these charges stand. I can’t afford to lose my job.
When I text him to find out more answers and try to make him understand
that it wasn’t me who knew what they were doing, he just laughs at me. I’m
horrified to know that people can just throw others away like this. Im
nothing to him. And yes we all have to live with our mistakes but I didn’t
have control of this one. Now Im paying for it, because I trusted someone.
I care about people so much. I never seek to hurt anyone. I always look for
the good in people and I just feel so violated. I am not the person that he
is making me out to be. All I do is take care of people. I cant afford to
live where I live now and will have to move. Im working as much as I can
just to pay for this attorney.

I pray for peace with it but its a lingering burden.

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We can not confirm 100% accuracy of any story posted.

Sounds like she was stupid.
Baller Wolf (or any Wolf) wants to see her?
Cool.
She needs her own money,

lodging,
and transportation.
God forbid he pisses her off.
She needs to be on the next flight.
76 mill?
He can afford her simple demands.
Especially if he expects her to give him a gold medal in the Throat Olympics.
She sounded excited and was thinking with her pussy.
pussy, ass, and dick: the main culprits for bad thinking.

10 thoughts on “The Vixen Who Ended Up Getting F’d By Her Baller Wolf.

  1. I just dont really no what to say on this one. Wow, if she is telling the truth its obvious something was slipped in her drink, but she probably does not have the money to get a good attorney to subpoena the Hotel for Security Camera footage. I blame this whole fiasco on low self esteem. She needs to take this story to the media and embarrass his ass, because that looks like that is going to be her only recourse in the matter. Poor Becky got played, oh well good luck to her in this situation.

  2. Yea, if she doesn’t know what happened, somebody had to slip something in her drink.That’s why my mother always told me if I had a drink take it with me, or if I leave it, pour it out when I get back. You can’t trust people nowdays.

  3. I smell bullshit.

    When you have something slipped in your drink like GHB, you’re knocked out. You don’t even have enough control over your body to commit battery. If that were the case, rape victims drugged with GHB wouldn’t be rape victims.

    Is there a stadium open anywhere? I’d like to offer her a seat.

    1. It’s entirely possible she’s being framed/set-up; in any case, something in the water doesn’t smell right. She’s a white girl & he’s a big black dude – that alone would get people on her side if she took it to the media…just saying

  4. I think he stood her up (because she was less attractive in person than her photos online), she got drunk at the pool, threw a temper tantrum, and became involved in a fight with a security guard and two other groupies. Then she got herself arrested and sent to jail. The date rape drug, GHB, causes sedation, it doesn’t make some aggressive, therefore I found her story unconvincing. She’s just another groupie who’s after Mr. Johnson’s money. Yawn.

  5. The is something in the milk and it’s sour. Long story short, THIS is why you have your OWN money. And I understand she is around a baller, who is ‘worth money’ (major difference) but never take a drink from a man you don’t know. Get your own drink and keep it cute with the liquor. He could have gave her something and she probably wouldn’t be the same today. For all we know she could be feasting off somebody’s face in the back alley of a casino. She probably wasn’t feeling him until she found out about the money….stupid hoe antics..

  6. Interesting story… just wish the characters involved were attractive.

    Just saying.

    This was a tip drill gone bad. Simple and plain. Mickeys don’t make hoes strong, they knock bitches out.

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