Aurora Cruise - Marquis, Part Deux
After work I decided to cruise through Denny at about 7pm and found no girls working. Because of the very recent report i'd seen regarding Oaktree up on Aurora, I decided to head up that way and see what was happening.
Now, normally I don't like Aurora. Each time i've been up there it wasn't much different than Denny and full of cops. Tonight, however, I saw girls. After about 10 minutes of cruising I happened to notice a very tall, slim, short(ish)-haired black girl walking south near the casino (I don't know my streets there yet). I looped around in heavy traffic and caught her walking near the Jack in the Box and she gave me a sideways look so I circled into the parking lot. There were tons of cars and speedbumps in my way and I had a hell of a time trying to get everyone to get out of my way so that I could pick up this hot looking hooker. Finally, I intercepted her near the sidewalk after parking, beating out a waiting Mexican who stared longingly at her backside as she very cooly and calmly strutted over to my vehicle. Getting in, this hot BSW took one look at me and said, "OH HEY, WHAT'S UP???!!!!"
It was that hot ass Marquis from two weeks ago whom i'd met on the South Pac Hwy stroll.
After being threatened by cops on the south end, Marquis and her girlfriend decided to move north to Aurora. We chatted for a good long while, she's a very nice talker with no hint of ghetto, she even comments negatively on girls who talk in such a manner. Since she was not going to work after our date, she was in no rush and so I decided to give her the tour of the Seattle strolls in preperation for this weekend. While circling through Hostess I spotted a fairly hot looking blonde out walking in black tights whom i'd never seen before. Marquis told me that she'd talked to her out on Aurora and this girl had asked her if she knew were to get rocks. Of course, I have no idea what's true and what isn't, but did any of you guys happen to date this blonde out on Denny/Hostess tonight? I'd like to know who she is.
After the grand tour of AAA/Hostess, Marquis asked me if I wanted to go back to her room. Now, I swore and swore that I would NEVER go back to a girl's motel room. Worse, when she showed me where she and her girlfriend were staying I definitely had reservations - they both booked a room at one of the fleabag heroin motels in Fremont that sit aside Aurora. Parking on the street rather than in the motel parking lot, I decided to head inside and get a feel for the place - if I didn't like it, i'd leave. Once inside, I decided I was comfortable and so we got down to business.
Marquis gave me the same deal as last time - whatever I want for $80. She got down on her knees and gave me one of the hottest and best bareback blow jobs i'd ever had - girls just don't give head like this. I'm not a big fan of blow jobs, I just like them to start things off, but Marquis could actually make me shoot my load. Hell guys, she's even better than Carmen. Moving on, I had to do my DATY which went on for quite sometime, then a variety of positions. I like her blow job so much, I asked to finish in her mouth which is something I almost never do. Straddling her chest, she took me in her mouth until I blew, I couldn't even tell the difference between her doggy style or her mouth.
We were together for about an hour and a half total. She told me that she and the other girl she works with are actually together as a sexual item, so they often spend their non-working hours getting busy together. Evidently her girlfriend is a real hottie, too, and she told me that they often offer duos together. She mentioned that her girlfriend was headed back to the room soon and that if I hung around long enough I just might get a free hour with them both! I was spent and I had to get going so I regretfully had to leave.
Just a refresh on her stats - Marquis stands a staggering 6' 2'' with round little 36 B cups, 24'' waist and 28'' hips. She wears a dress size of 7. She is the stuff which supermodels are made of and in fact does model semi-professionally.
Marquis is a total hottie, if you see her and don't look twice then there is only one explanation: you're a queer.
Have a nice rest of your evening, Gentlemen.
Anyone Cruise Pioneer Square?
I was in Pioneer Square earlier this evening and noticed quite a few local girlies hanging around, some pretty rough, but some actually very pretty. I do know that the PS area is a well-known place to buy crack and there seems to be shady dealer-types hanging around the area as the sun goes down.
This evening I was walking between 1st and 2nd on Yesler and as I approached Occidental noticed two very hot black girls standing around the parking garage doing nothing. I actually stopped to watch them and they just paced around a bit and kept looking up Yesler. Finally, they both walked up to 3rd with me trailing a slight distance behind them. When they got up near the shelter/park area, quite a few of the local dudes who hang around in the park and the shelter came over to duck into the alleyway for a few moments with these girls. Seemed to me that there was some dealing going on, but these girls were seriously hot. On occasion I walk through the area and always notice a gaggle of girls hanging around the area on any given night.
I don't know if i'd actually make any pickups in the area myself, but I am curious about the activity. If i'd been able to corner one of the girls I saw tonight I would have made the offer for sure. Seems to me that Pioneer Square is ripe for hookers, yet we never see any reports come out of this area.
Is there anyone out there who cruises and makes pickups in that area?
Thursday Report - Dumb-as-a-Post Blonde & Looney Sandra
I was driving up Denny about 8pm on Thursday evening and happened upon a very nicely-shaped young blonde walking up Denny near 6th. I turned onto 6th, turned around and attempted to catch her at the stop light. She gave me the very subtle look and I knew she was working, but unfortunately some jackass in a big truck just randomly pulled over on 6th and started beeping his horn in an effort to get her to come over. She ignored both of us and walked on.
Not wanting to give up, I turned onto Denny and parked in an empty parking lot near 5th for the interception. It was perfect - I had full view of her walking through the crosswalk and maintained eye contact with her. She gave me another subtle nod and then...she walked up to my driver's side window.
I asked her if she was going to get in and she then asked me if I was a cop. I motioned my head toward my passenger door and told her that i'll give her a ride to where ever she needs to be. She then said, "I just need to know if you're a cop first". I gave her a puzzled look and asked her why she'd need to know if I was a cop if I was only giving her a ride? She then asked, "can you [i]prove[/i] that you're not a cop?".
There was nothing in her tone or questioning that was combative, she actually seemed really nervous and just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to get arrested. However, I got pissed off and bailed out, telling her that if she's not going to take me up on my generosity then i'm leaving. Even talking to her for the mere two minutes that I did was stupid of me to do - I had taken enough risks for this hot, young SW who obviously didn't get how this all worked. As she walked on, I stared longingly at her backside.
I did a turn through Denny and saw lots of girls out, some I had not seen before. I pulled off on a side street to take a phone call for a few minutes and noticed a cop parked on John and standing outside his patrol car. Of course, on my next cruise through no girls were remaining. After about an hour of this nonsense, I finally found black-haired Lori and picked her up. She smelled heavily of alcohol and so I told her that I had lost her number and only picked her up so that I might be able to call her again later. I asked her to refresh me on her rates and she quoted $100 for full service and $80 blow job. I declined and dumped her.
Finally deciding to head home, I saw what looked to be a BSW walking up Mercer near the Shell station. She was pretty nice looking - tall, thin with a nice shape, attractive face. She was lighter-skinned and had nice shoulder-length hair. I pulled over and she jumped in, not realizing that she was halfway through a giant slice of pizza. She said her name was Sandra and we actually managed to have a few minutes of coherent conversation, complete with her trying to shove her pizza in my mouth (which I repeatedly declined).
After a few minutes, Sandra simply nodded out with the massive slice of pizza in her hands. I kept tapping her to keep her awake, but shortly after she'd nod off again. After parking at a spot, she suddenly started scratching her arms and stomach as if she itched all over - it was pretty frantic. Realizing that this was a non-date, I simply started the engine and turned to take her back to where I'd found her.
The entire drive back to the Shell station was filled with Sandra shrieking, thrashing, groaning and flailing in the passenger seat. She was wearing nice high-heeled shoes and in the middle of her fit she suddenly ripped one of them apart, throwing pieces of shoe everywhere. I began to get nervous as to exactly how I was going to get this raving 'ho out of my vehicle without any incident. I found a spot that was as isolated as I could find behind a warehouse between Mercer and Broad. I walked over to the passenger door, opened it and told her as nicely as I could, "okay Doll, we're back at the Shell station, time for you to get out now". She continued to rock and thrash about, but then asked "where are we?". I told her that we were back where I picked her up and she replied, "we didn't do anything, and you are bringing back [i]here[/i]?". I tried to reason with her but she was not coherent. Finally, I was able to get her to the point where she would at least attempt to get up out of the seat but she'd fall back again, cutting her bare foot in the process which of course she had a fit over. This went on for several minutes. Sandra then took her phone out and called somebody, I heard a man's voice on the line and she said, "I'm behind the Shell station", to which I heard him reply, "Okay, i'll be right there". Feeling sense of urgency, I got my phone out and started thinking about someone I could call who might be able to help me. Even though we weren't actually behind the Shell, we were nearby and I didn't want some pimp coming over and wanting to know what i'd done to his girl.
Again feeling desperate, I mustered the best drill sergeant voice as I could and barked, "COME ON DOLL, I HAVE TO GO!!!". With that, she was up and out of the car and wobbling uncontrollably, nearly falling in the process. She was struggling to walk in her cut bare foot on the stones and kept falling onto my vehicle. I merely jumped in, started up the engine and took off, leaving her spinning on the gravel to catch her balance.
This was the third time in the last year that i've struggled to get an incoherent, drugged-out SW out of the car. One time it took me nearly an hour of struggling to get some loony out my passenger seat. Such encounters always freak me out.
