Found a treasure in a weed patch
Was over behind the Big Apple and 8 LEO cars both city and county were racing out of the neighborhood. I saw a pretty young white girl darting off the street. I don't pick up women over there because they are all ghetto trash crack ho's that just look crazy or ugly or whatever. This girl was different. She was pretty, young, looked like she did not belong. But obviously wasn't a plant because she was nervous at the sight of police cars. So, being the gallant gentleman that I am I decided to pull into the driveway where she had darted and leaned over to unlock the passenger door. She hopped right in the truck. I told her that I would do paperwork for a minute and then could take her somewhere if she needed a ride provided it wasn't too far. The cops had suddenly parked in the Big Apple parking lot and started holding a convention. And I needed to make sure she wasn't a plant. She had hoped into my truck, I hadn't said anything incriminating, maintaining plausible deniability.
Anyway, I saw the cops were occupied with their own stuff so I pulled out, drove back toward MLK, and ask her where she wanted to go. She said she wanted me to take her to get some dope. I told her I did not want to do that. She said OK, asked if I was a cop, we shook hands, you know the routine. Then we agreed on service and I drove to a place I knew would be discreet. She went to work while I was driving. Then about a minute in she asked if I could pay her so she knew I wouldn't stiff her at the end. I handed her a piece of paper with Alexander Hamilton's picture on it and told her that I'd happily share a second one with her when she finished. She said OK and went back to work. It was the sloppiest head I've had in years. Then I parked at the spot and she got a little more aggressive until after about 5 minutes she said she felt sick, jumped out of the truck and vomited. She got back in and I asked if she was OK and she said yes that she gets that way when she's too long between hits. She asked if she could finish me by hand and actually gave me a nice handie while my hands explored her a bit. At finish she asked me to take her back to the neighborhood I found her and she had me drop her in front of a known crack house.
Let me describe her. Short, about 5 or 5'1". Age maybe 19 or 20. Admitted to doing drugs. Was jonesing in front of me. But still had all of her teeth, good complexion, bright eyes, beautiful smile, short cut hair that was recently done. Nice manicure and pedicure. Had the word "LOVE" tatooed on her fingers and had another tat on her arm. Great personality. Doesn't need to be on the street. She insisted she did not have a cell phone and said she was usually only in the neighborhood on weekends but had a slow weekend so her boyfriend wouldn't take her home for the week. Said her name was "Haylee" and she dropped Saundra's name a few times.
Her skills were OK. Had better, had worse. I think she would have been a better date had she not been sick. If I saw her again I'd make the scoop. Was tempted to go get her a cheapie pre-paid cell phone at dollar general but then the big head told me she'd just use it to buy drugs or one of the pimps would take it from her. If you can find her enjoy before she ends up strung out and nasty like the rest of them over in that area eventually get.