Streetwalker office hours?
Real dumb question: been trying to cruise around some spots in North Atlanta (Duluth, Doraville, Chamblee) to spot anyone, and I haven't found the few people been talking about. I'm starting to wonder if it's because I just start cruising after work, and there for, business hours is closed for these SW and that's why I'm not finding anyone? Or am I just that unlucky? I tried lurking around the same routes every other day for a week and I can't tell if it's just the time or the location that I'm getting wrong.
A real diamond in the rough
The city felt different that night.
I started my drive the same way I usually did, heading down Joseph E. Lowery Boulevard and making my way toward I-20. It was early and the streets hadn't fully come alive there was some talent there but nothing worth stopping for, I was on a quest for a fine ass hoe and I was not going to settle. I made my usual rounds, circling the area twice, scanning the sidewalks and side streets, looking for anything interesting but As I was getting onto the interstate, I spotted her. A small white girl walking near the exit. I gave a quick honk and she turned around, but traffic was already pushing me onto the ramp. Cars were stacked behind me, leaving me no choice but to keep moving. By the time I turned around at the next exit, she was already gone. I continued toward Glenwood Avenue and Moreland Avenue. The area was even quieter than Joseph E. Lowery had been. I cruised through slowly, looking around, but nothing caught my attention. The few women I saw didn't seem worth the risk, so I moved on. Next stop was Fulton Industrial Dead not a soul worth stopping for. I made one lap through the area and left, still thinking about the girl I'd seen earlier. Something about her stayed in my mind So I doubled back. When I returned to the same exit where I'd first seen her, I couldn't believe my luck. She was still there Walking. I honked again and pulled into a nearby parking lot. She looked over and immediately started walking toward me. Up close, she was even prettier than I'd expected. She told me she was twenty years old. She was tiny probably under one hundred pounds with long black hair, striking blue eyes, and a bright smile that showed a full set of teeth. There was something delicate about her, but she was nervous, Very nervous. We drove around for a while trying to find somewhere private. More than once she nearly changed her mind and asked me to take drop her off Every failed location seemed to make her more anxious. Eventually, after some flirting and reassurance and showing her my cock she relaxed. A little. She directed me toward a house, but when we arrived there were too many people outside. "No," she said. "Not here. "Then she asked if I would be comfortable going to another house instead. Inside. To a room. The idea made me nervous, and I told her so. She assured me everything would be fine. We agreed on a price and drove over. The house sat deep in the Bluff area exactly the kind of place that keeps your guard up the moment you arrive. I stayed alert the entire time. She went inside first. A few moments later she came back out and told me to follow her. When I stepped through the door, I immediately noticed a shirtless man sitting inside. He appeared to be the owner of the house. To my surprise, he was calm and straightforward. He laid down a few simple rules. Don't touch his bed, Stay in the designated area, No problems, Fair enough. The door closed behind us. What happened next was intense from the start. She immediately started deepthroating, and it quickly became obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing. Her confidence contrasted sharply with the nervousness she'd shown outside. The chemistry was immediate. She put my hand on her head and I proceeded to face fuck her till I almost came deep in her throat but I stopped myself and told her to lay on her back and I fucked her soo good and deep she was so tonight and let me fuck her good. She told me she was dealing with kidney pain, and I could see that she was uncomfortable. Even so, she remained apologetic, constantly reassuring me that she was okay but taking the cock balls deep. For the next fifteen minutes, I was in heaven ut I was in a hurry because I was nervous. When it was over, I got dressed, thanked her, and stepped back into the living room. The shirtless guy was still there, Still cool, No drama, No surprises. We exchanged contact information, said our goodbyes, and I walked out the front door. A few moments later I was back in my truck, driving away safely. No problems. No damaged car. No robbery No drama Just another strange night in Atlanta. Risky? Absolutely. But as I merged back onto the road and the city lights stretched out ahead of me, I couldn't help thinking the same thing over and over. For better or worse, it had been one hell of a night.