Streetwalker Reports

Hey guys,

I would like to get one of these but I would be dead if I took somthing home.

Am I wrong, cant you get some bad stuff from this?

[QUOTE=Nightlife]A few months back before I learned more about what not to do from you guys. I was headed north on OBT about Clarcona Ocoee Rd. I saw a babe that was unbelievable walking along the road with a short mini dress on just south of Cristal Cabaret. I slowed down and pulled next to her and asked her if she could use a ride. She kept walking as she said "I am working" I was unsure if I heard her so I asked her again. She said it over but much firmer. It spooked me so I drove on, and holy shit! That's when I saw about 10 LE cars parked down a side street. Glad she wasn't more friendly.[/QUOTE]

Exact situation I ran into a few months ago. She said "I'm working". She looked TGTBT. I know that if I kept talking and said the wrong thing, Leo would have swooped in and grabbed me. If I would have said something like "I know you are working, that's why I'm asking you for a ride, so we can go to your room and fuck like rabbits". When I heard her say that, I just rolled up the window and got the hell out of there. Sure she was working. She was working for our uncle!

Be safe out there brothers.

WOF

Hey,

I have seen her a few times and she said the same thing to me.

To spooky my pig bell rang, but she is nice to look at.

WOF

Seems we must go with our gut.

I've been try to stay away. But you know how that works. Girlfriends way more expensive than this hobby.

Anyways, I was out late on OBT coming from the clubs ans saw a younger spinner looking white girl I think.

She was wearing red jeans and black tank top with loopy earrings. She looked hot. Caught my eye and at that moment decided to get back in the game. I turned to pick up but some lucky black guy in a white car got her. Damn.

Any idea of who she is. It was around 2am obt by oakridge rd. Any info\contact I'll pass on.

Thanks

Call me naive or gullible after reading this if you want.
One evening last week, while on OBT, I met Jennifer, a 22yo white girl with a cute face. As much as I wanted to give her a ride, my gut instinct kept me from pursuing that as there were a lot of LE cars flying on parallel streets. I got her number and talked to her on the phone and we met outside one of the convenience stores on Rio Grande. Despite my hesitation, in giving her a ride that day, she was willing to meet me there. She hoped I could help her 'some as she was hungry'- which is why I offered to buy her something at the store. We chatted for 2-3 mins and then she said, all she wanted was some cereal from the store. I was still uncomfortable but promised to meet her another day at her residence around 30th st. She didn't get mad or anything and we parted. As I drove back on I-4, I was consumed by the guilt of my selfishness and felt very uncomfortable with not having bought her something to eat. Would she go to bed without eating? Afterall, she offered FS at a very reasonable 0.3 (after initially playing hardball at 0.8). I thought that her pretext to meeting me at the store was only a boiler plate SOP. But I couldn't stand the thought of having her go to bed without eating. So I called her back and offered to take her to a drive thro' restaurant. She agreed. When I arrived at her house, she was waiting outside and had just completed ordering her 'food and drinks' on the phone. We picked the same at the diner and I dropped her back at her house. Very nice girl; she said she has in the past, advertised on escorts.com. We never talked business during all of this. I promised to see her again later but haven't gotten around to it, yet. I got the feeling that she is legit. My emotions were piqued not just by her stated hunger. These girls take great personal risks doing what they are doing-often being caught in the act (and therefore have nothing much to lose) or maybe abused by their pimps etc, that it would be too bad if they have to go to bed without food (although it may be the drugs that may be foremost in their minds). I have to say that often, I feel conflicted about the fact that I am contributing to their condition by feeding them small bits to keep their drug habit. While I respect all providers- SW or professional-my 'compassion' in this regard is mostly for the streetwalking workers (for the above stated reasons). With professional providers, 'passion' overtakes any other thoughts.


BTW, in all my travels on OBT, I have come to see 30th st (near I4) as a hot spot for LE stops. I dont know if that is because people pull over there, randomly, when stopped by LE or if there is a sting operation in that area. Can anyone shed some more info about 'hot spots' to avoid? I am sorry if that kinda question is an oxymoron when it comes to OBT!

[QUOTE=Wood Jablomi]Call me naive or gullible after reading this if you want.
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It actually sounds like you have a big heart. I've done the same thing many times. Just bought them food when they seem hungry. I know a couple of other Brothers who have done random acts of kindness as well. I won't mention them by names because they know who they are. In fact, one provider told me one particular Monger (to go un-named) bought a couple tires for her car without asking for anything in return. Believe it or not, it is not always about sex. One hand washes the other and some pay it forward. Imagine Leo arresting Mongers like this. Big hearts, but loving the thrill of the hunt. Mongers helping the providers out at a much better effectiveness than any government stimulus plan. Speaking of stimulus....I need to find a hot provider.

Be safe out there guys!

WOF

[QUOTE=Worldsoffun]It actually sounds like you have a big heart. I've done the same thing many times. Just bought them food when they seem hungry. I know a couple of other Brothers who have done random acts of kindness as well. I won't mention them by names because they know who they are. In fact, one provider told me one particular Monger (to go un-named) bought a couple tires for her car without asking for anything in return. Believe it or not, it is not always about sex. One hand washes the other and some pay it forward. Imagine Leo arresting Mongers like this. Big hearts, but loving the thrill of the hunt. Mongers helping the providers out at a much better effectiveness than any government stimulus plan. Speaking of stimulus....I need to find a hot provider.

Be safe out there guys!

WOF[/QUOTE]

I've helped gals out as well. People need to understand that these gals have feelings, emotions, and are human beings with needs like everyone else. Some of the sweetest gals I've ever met have been providers.

At least they do something honest to try to make a living. These gals work for what they make and shouldn't be chastised, beaten down, made to feel dirty, or taken in by LEO for what they do.

For God's sake, what consenting adults do behind closed doors is their own DAMN business! Why is this concept so difficult for the moral minority to comprehend?

Met up with Christy yesterday (blonde hair tiny titties rose tattoo). Got bbfscip for .3. She is tight and likes to bounce hard. She is usally around rio has a couple of wsw friends that are usally in the same area haven't tried out her friends but they look like the kind of girls that will let you do anything.

There's a "Ci Ci" from Orlando listed at the FDOC site, with FDOC number T32182. Is this the "Cee Cee" you met?

[QUOTE=Nnms46]Last Thursday afternoon, I had some time to kill so I decided to cruise OBT. I started north from the Fla. Mall up to Cowboys, then back southward. All the while scanning for SW activity, with the hodar on full sensitivity. Going past the 25th Street area, I saw a WSW, early 30's, blond, approx. 5-9", slim. I passed because she seemed upset, and I didn't want any drama.

Heading further south, past I-4, I spot a couple of WSW, but once up close, it was evident that they were well beyond their cougar years. Moving right along, still scanning, I spot what looks to be a HSW talking to someone in a silver BMW on a side street leading to Rio Grande. I did the loop, and to my surprise, the BMW came towards me sans SW inside. I continue to where they were, spot SW, make eye contact. By then, there was another vehicle behind me. So, to be on the safe side, I loop once more. This time, I pull up next to her, and she hops in. Bingo!

She's a lot better looking than I perceived. Kinda out of place for that area, which initially, made me extra cautious. I gave her the once over, and man she was hot! A well-dressed brunette in her early twenties. Could she be a LEO? Well, upon closer scrutiny, I saw that her finger nails had a burnt look. Something more common with a druggie. She introduced herself as Ceecee, and asked me my name. I answered her, then offered her a ride home. She replied " Sure, but you just passed my house. " She asked me what I wanted? I said I wanted some relief from a hard day's work. She then asks me how much I had? I put my hand near her thigh and stuck out three fingers, to indicate thirty dollars. She seemed ok with it, and we agreed to loop back to her house.

Now that the little head has totally taken over, I lose my sense of good judgement and pull up to the aformentioned house. As we went in, I walked past a couple of guys, whom some of you might choose to cross the street if your paths were about to cross. Once inside, we pass the main room which was alive with a diverse array of addicts and dealers interacting. It kind of reminds me of the scene in Jungle Fever. Where Wesley Snipes goes into the crack house to find his brother. Ceecee then leads me to the back room, where there were at least four people lounging and getting high. Surprisingly though, they all cleared out when she requested the use of the room.

Before we could start anything, I had one request. I needed to use the restroom, as I had to piss like the proverbial race horse. I was directed to the backyard, since the house had no running water or plumbing that worked. While on the way to the yard, my favorite NASCAR t-shirt got snagged by the gate, and was torn. Keep in mind that the little head is still calling the shots.


After relieving myself, I was asked to move my car to the side of the house. I obliged, and went a step further by backing it in for obvious reasons. By now, I was so eager to get back to the lovely Ceecee, I followed the little head back inside the house without locking the car.

Now comes the drama. As soon as I return to the room, Ceecee asks for the donation so she could see the man in the front room for her fix because he was about to leave. I was like WTF! This isn't happening. She assured me that she just needed to get her rocks before her pharmacist left. The little head reasoned that it wasn't like I was putting a hundred on the line, and that thirty dollars was a risk I could stand to lose. She was a hot one after all. I gave her the money, and off she went.

A couple of minutes pass, she returns holding her goods. Now's the time to repay the piper. Or so I thought. First, she stands there staring at me, then asks me if I have a condom? WTF!? Are you kidding me? Slowly the big head is starting to regain control, trying to figure out how to make the best out of this potentially dangerous situation. While trying my best to control my temper, the little head directs her to the couch to try to get things started. The only thing that started was Ceecee lighting up and literally getting her rocks off. Once she was done toning the pipe, she turned her attention back to me.

I had my pants down to my ankles while she's lamely jerking me, and looking at the door. I told her that she was making me nervous because of it. She said the door was open, so I got up a closed it. After getting up, she lights up again. I was a bit amazed by it, and kinda got turned on. While sitting next to her, I started to explore her body. To facilitate me a bit she lifts up her blouse and bra, revealing youthful b-cups, and the smallest flesh toned nipples. While sitting there, with my member in her hand, staring at it in a state of confused contemplation, she says that she doesn't do bare back. I then told her that I wasn't too keen on the idea either. She said " you only paid 30 dollars, and I usually get 100 for full service." I then rebutted that no one pays that type of money to be in this type of environment. Finally, to bring this saga to an end, I suggested she pull down her pants, and panties, let me rub my member on her mound until I came. She replied " I don't want you nutting all over my pussy." I assured her that I wouldn't. She grabs her pipe for a final toke. By then, my curiosity got the best of me, so I gently took her face, pulled it towards mine ( as if we were about to engage in a passionate embrace ) then got close enough to inhale every breath of smoke she expelled in a futile attempt to get the craque experience. Surprisingly, it was a sweet aroma, which intensified my desire to get intimate with her.

That little moment put her at ease, and she finally let down her guard by reciprocating my advances. She started to remove her tight fitting jeans, revealing the sexiest boy short lace undies. Remember, no condoms were available, and by now, the big head was regaining control. I asked her to stand up and bend over the couch while I put my member between her legs for a simulated fuck. When she stood, I managed to remove the undies, revealing an apple bottom that would make a sista proud. Once between her legs, I asked her to squeeze them together, while I reached around to fondle her perky breasts which fit perfectly in my hands. That said, it wasn't long before I erupted...all over her legs, panties, purse, and couch. Amazingly, none of it got on me. She frantically tried to clean it up to her best ability, with the marginal resources available. Maybe she'll let the next guy nut on her pussy...or better yet, maybe she'll remember to carry condoms before she takes to the streets.

Upon my exit, I noticed that the house was practically deserted, but before crossing the treshold I hear someone say " come back whenever you need a fix. " I stopped, and went to the front room where the voice originated, and replied " are you talking to me? " He answered by introducing himself ( I forgot his name by the time I reached Rio Grande.) then said " this is my house, and you're welcome here anytime." There was an older WSW/addict in the room with him, but I forgot her name as well. That totally took me by surprise. Before leaving, I had some parting words for Ceecee, mostly about her lack of preparation for her line of work. She asked me to keep it down so as to keep the man of the house from hearing about it. Maybe he was her pimp. What an adventure!

I've learned that in this hobby, we're all crack addicts.

Nnms46.[/QUOTE]

Some of you that been around for awhile might remember an escort, Christine. Talk about a heart of gold. When making her client rounds she used to collect Christmas toys for the kids. One of the reasons I am constantly harping about treating the girls with respect is often they are some of the kindest, sweetest most caring women you could ever meet. Christine wherever you are, I hope life has treated you well.

I dreamt that I met with "Tonya" (WSW--brunette- mid to late 40ish) today. I met with her on Oakridge rd and OBT during the heavy downpour today. She give good CBJ and FS for.4. And I give a tip for service. In terms of looks I would give her a 4. But she had a really good personality, no rush, and very chatty (probably b/c she was high as a kite).

Be safe

Blktvlle

[QUOTE=Exec Talent] One of the reasons I am constantly harping about treating the girls with respect is often they are some of the kindest, sweetest most caring women you could ever meet. [/QUOTE]

Yes, and there are some of the worst, most hateful lowlife women you could ever meet. This is no different than any other group of people. There are good and there are bad. Take care of the good and inform the world about the bad. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to harp the obvious. I would think most of us do this in every aspect of our life. People are people no matter if they are the person who cuts your hair, rubs you the right way, cleans your house, or delivers your mail.

I just wish all the women in my life looked like the girls in the ads on the right side of this page!!!

On fri went out around 4am to try to score some action. must have drove between landstreet and I-4 about 8 times before I found anything worth stopping for. It was two blocks north of the wal-greens on the trail before I-4. saw what I thought was a WSW, turned out she was just a light skinned BSW. Did the loop to check for watchers and circled back. Pulled up next to her. I usally have them jump in and drive off before we talk anything bout price's. When I lowered the window and asked if she "needed a ride", she asked how much I had. The spider-sence started to tingle and I drove off without further word.

Bout twenty minutes later was down the FL mall when I saw a BSW, kinda skinny, which isnt my thing but I thought "what the hell, it's already been an hour since I been out here, why not". So I pull up an ask if she needs a ride, she tell's me she's waiting for a ride, so I drive off toward I-4 again, hoping for a quicker pick up when I find the next one.

Down by Lancastor I found what i was looking for. WSW, Nice Breasts, a plump ass, I was sold. Pick her up and she takes me to the In-town suites across the street. she tells me the half service I want is .50, I say good giver the $ and drop trou. She starts to pull out a rubber duckie and I let her know I dont really care for those, she says it's a deal breaker. I pull up my pants and tell her fine. she reaches for the money and looks at me, "mabey just this once" she says. Heh, they always cave.

She starts doing her thing, telling to giver the warning, fine just keep doing it. i get into it, put my hand on her head and start controlling the rythem, She pulls of and ask's if I'm ready. I say no, was just getting into it, go back to doing what you were doing. 3 mins later we repeated this exact same thing. I stop and pull up my pants, to show im not a bad sport i ask if she needs a ride bak to where I picked her up at. She says no, but I could leave a tip if I want. Sure....

I drive south on the trail giving it up for the night. Going past the turnpike, almost to taft-vineland I see Big 'ol booty BSW, thinking the night couldnt get any worse I do the loop. Pick her up and we drive off. We start to talk and she asks what Im looking for. I respond with just dome, but that if she cant DT tell me now. She gives one of those laughs that says "if you only knew". She says that's .60 will cover it, I agree and we go to the in-town suites by Central Fl. We go up to her room and I give her the $, she pulls out the rubber duckie, I satert to tell her, but figure why bother with the arguement.

She put's it in her mouth, and starts the deed. HOLY SHIT!!!! this girl could suck a golf ball through agarden hose. She was DT and gagging, spit was runnung down my balls (I F-ing live that), She does for about 10 mins and I grab her by the back of the head and psuh her down all the way, she moans her aproval like a good should and I blast the inside of the rubber duckie like a firehose. whew.

North OBT and side streets were dead last night.