Late Report - Christy, Thursday Aurora Cruise
I went out after work on Thursday and ended up cruising further north up Aurora and found Christy walking just before the Oaktree area. She looked good from a distance so I swung around and picked her up.
Christy said she was from California but staying up here for a while, friendly but obviously been through the wringer. Still had fairly nice teeth, long and naturally curly reddish-blonde hair, small A/B cups and fairly good bottom-half. She was wearing a tan leather jacket (I think it was leather) and tight jeans. Said she was 28, but man she looked 12 years older than that after she got in.
Christy recommended that we go back to her room but I wasn't sure that I was going to pull the trigger on this engagement, she just wasn't what I was looking for after I saw her up-close. However, since I was already heading back south I told her i'd drop her off at her room. Christy directed me to her motel and it turns out that it was one of the notorious motels further south on Aurora in the Fremont area. I'm forgetting the name of it at the moment, but it's the red building across Aurora form the Thunderbird motel.
Christy asked me if I was still mulling over my decision for a date and I admitted that I still wasn't sure. She asked me to walk her to her room and by then maybe I would know, so we parked around back. I don't know why I went, I pretty much already knew my answer but I guess I was just in it for the adventure. The sun was out and traffic was heavy, I was very uncomfortable walking with a hooker out in daylight into a trashy-looking motel room facing Aurora and voiced my concern. Christy mistook my concern and said, "oh, it's okay - the manager here smokes crack, she ain't gonna tell nobody".
Oh great, absolutely perfect. Knowing this somehow didn't make me feel any better.
As we walked around back toward the front, I began to notice a [i]very large number[/i] of spent syringes lying around on the motel grounds. My skin began to crawl, but for the sake of adventure I walked forward. Christy unlocked the door, went in and immediately pulled her shirt off, revealing scarred skin and sores. I put my head inside and saw a completely trashed-out motel room and I just got the creeps. I told her that I had changed my mind and before she could offer a rebuttal I had turned and began walking out of there.
I took the shortcut around the side of the motel and jumped off an embankment near the dumpster and immediately noticed a huge fuckload of syringes scattered all around the grassy area and dumpster. The whole scene gave me the creeps all over again and for the first time ever I began to feel sick to my stomach at how some of these girls live. Sure, they tell me the stories of crack addiction and alcohol, but I rarely if ever actually see the syringes and living conditions. Even though I know better and don't believe that i'm naive, the whole situation just hit home like never before.
Christy told me that she had a high number of regulars and she gave me her phone number. I know that I won't call her, but for those of you who date her and haven't seen her scars and sores and her general living conditions, be forewarned.