A Bad Day in the 'Westlands'
Seeing as our favorite Uncle has seen fit to lay waste to the 'Northlands' and it's now about as dry as a popcorn fart, talent wise, I decided to spread out a bit and try my luck elsewhere last night. Reading in a recent post that PH had become a real hot zone as well, I decided to head over to the 'Westlands' around McD. First, however, I thought I stop in at Jakes and maybe the Pony for a little inspiration around 12:30 AM or so.
Jakes had maybe ONE chica, who dressed and looked like a civilian, and about 10 bored dudes sitting at the bar. Didn't even bother to buy a beer. As I drove past the Pony, which looked busy with a full parking lot, I suddenly remembered, Diane is charging TEN BUCKS cover in the evening now. Too much considering I only had 1. 5 hours left 'til closing.
Moved on in to cruise mode in the nearby stroll area, and soon spied a SHEMALE on McD, just south of I-10. I've not got tons of experience in the Westlands, but this is the first tranny I've seen around here. I hope it's not a sign of things to come. He-she was a short, chunky, and possibly Hispanic.
There was lots of po-po action on the streets in the Westlands area as well, but they mostly seemed interested in the D Boys. I saw one white, late model midsize car lit up like a damn Christmas tree. I'd never seen so many reds and blues on a car in my life. Looked like some kind of weird alien spacecraft had come to land on the street with dozens of randomly brilliant flashing lights. Couldn't help but stare.
Eventually I found Amanda and a couple of 'friends' walking Lenox, and made the swoop and scoop on a side street. Those of you who count yourselves as Pony regulars would know her, as she was a recent member of the 'herd'. Short, thin, now painfully thin, blonde. The street is eating this girl up, one pound at a time. We fled the hot zone for a quieter neighborhood, and her initial performance was OK, but only until her 'vitamins' kicked in. She suddenly all but passed out right in mid performance and I had to finish the job myself! This is where it got a little sticky. (no pun intended) I could not keep her awake long enough to get out of her where she wanted to go. I eventually just took her back very near to the original pick-up point and practically had to push her out of the freakin' monger-mobile. As all experienced punters know, the point of drop-off is really one of the two most hazardous moments in our hobby, and I was not enjoying this little drama at all. Flashbacks of Charlie Sheen's famous quote came to mind; 'We don't pay them to come with us, we pay them the LEAVE! '
I always take advantage of some very sage advise I read elsewhere in the USASG long ago. When your fun is finished and you are headed home, stop at a well lit all-night drugstore and thoroughly check over the 'cruiser'. It's safe, and the bright lighting will greatly aid your 'detailing' efforts. As I completed this necessary little task last night, the first thing I spot is Amanda's 'payment' all neatly folded up and lying on the floorboards, along with some cheap bracelet stuck down between the seats. She apparently had been too wasted to even get her fee properly tucked away in a pocket. BTW, try explaining finding something like that lady's jewelry to your girl the next time she's in your car. And fellas, if you don't think your wife, girlfriend / SO doesn't check our your 'ride' on a REGULAR basis when you ain't lookin', think again!
So in summary, the Westlands was pretty much a dud last night. And don't worry, next time I see her, though the service was piss poor, I will hand over the funds to Amanda. A deal's a deal, and I don't need the bad karma.
Oh, and one other thing, a big 'thank you' to the dumb [email]as@monger[/email] Who shares all the info on USASG with Amanda. I've got real issues with that! She knows the forum better than most of the rest of us and is apparently very proud of her 'stellar rating'. Come on, gents, use your big head once in a while!
