Crazy Latina Girl on Foothill
I am not one of those guys that loves the hunt. I love BJs and pussy, and I will happily fuck a girl I've nailed 50 times instead of driving around for four hours in the hopes that I find that gem in the rough. Mostly, it's because I've spent many nights driving around for hours and gone home disappointed when I spotted something fuckable 20 minutes in and passed on the hopes of finding something better.
But, sometimes you do find something special. And, "special" has two meanings.
I see this pretty girl with long dark hair sitting at the bus stop at Van Nuys and Foothill. It's midnight, so I figure something might be up. I go around the block and now she's walking. I slow down and she looks, I ask her if she needs a ride and she seems like she's not sure, then I stop and chat a minute and she's getting in. It's typical screwed-up girl bullshit where she got kicked out of where she was staying, it's everyone else's fault but her, she needs to go see her friend, she needs to go pick up her stuff, and I'm now I'm driving from Sunland to Van Nuys and she doesn't know where she's going. Her moods go from sullen to crazy laugh every second, but she's fucking HOT. Young, maybe 20, long pretty hair, nice tits and tight stretchy pants.
I get her talking about sexy stuff and she plays shy, but she's a **** I can just tell, but she doesn't want to tell me so. Then, she finally tells me she needs to make a little money and now it's showtime. I find a spot buried down some industrial area, cough up $40, and now fun girl pours on the bullshit. I'm sitting wrong, turn this way, no that way, someone's over there, etc. Everything that was fine is now wrong, and I know we're in pick-a-fight mode where a girl doesn't want to earn her money so she's deliberately trying to piss me off and use that as an excuse to not do the work. She then tries telling me she can only do this back in her home area, and I know that she's just trying to get a ride to go with her money rip-off. It ends with "There's a cop in that tree over there with binoculars" and now I know it's over. I pull my pants up and tell her to give me my money back, and I can see the flight reflex in her eyes.
She grabs the door handle, and I grab a handful of hair. As she is stepping out, I yank her hair and pull her down and shove my hand into her bra to try to find my money. She lets out an insane scream that echos throughout the neighborhood. I then wondered just what the fuck I was doing. I'm not going to beat her, and if someone hears her, this sure isn't worth going to jail for. I guess I got a little satisfaction knowing she was scared and maybe she'll think twice about doing this to someone else. I also took delight in knowing that it was at least half a mile walk back to a main road, if she could find it, and then we were still a good six miles away from where she wanted to go. It was cold, she was wearing a tank top, and it was 1:30 AM on a quite Sunday night, so good luck getting home. What I should have done was played it cool when she wanted to go back to her area and driven her to the middle of Palmdale.