National Avenue is Busy and a Decoy
Took a run around noon today, cruising National and Greenfield. There were a number of girls out on National so the drought is over. I don't know if it's because the weather is warmer or the cops are busy or both, but they were out in force. However, for what they were selling, they were extremely short on inventory.
Greenfield was pretty much the same, plenty of girls but scratch and dent variety. I did see a couple of good ones but was always out-scooped.
There is a "thing" that hangs out around 20th and National. Short, bright orange wig and a body that is curvy like Marilyn Monroe. But the face, it has to be a dude. I runs away. Can anyone confirm this mystery gender?
Around 22nd and Greenfield but more one block south off G, I see a tall, slender girl with beautiful, long, brown hair. Body is really good though the face is a question mark. I loop around a couple times to decide and determine that she is worthy. I catch her on a corner and I am stopped across the street. She gives me the look. I say "Hi" through the windshield. She waves. I nod my head Yes. She points for me to go up the block.
Now, I have watched those stings on TV where the bait makes you go to a location that is away from the decoy so she can be safe. This one has made no effort to come over to me to talk. She is keeping her distance. Maybe I'm being paranoid but something is not right and this is not how regular street girls behave. Also, I had the same thing happen a year ago in the same spot. Too much of a coincidence.
I was tempted to ask for her name and badge number but I turn the corner away from the direction she pointed and keep going. EDIT: I just saw a post from another monger describing the same girl, apparently he has the same idea we're dealing with a decoy.
You cops reading this, you're wasting your time and our tax dollars because the root cause is the drugs and addictions. But what makes the police really stupid because me, in real life, I'm just a sad, lonely, loser who wants to find a halfway pretty girl and take her to McDonald's where we can talk for a while. You want to arrest me for that? FFS, get the drugs off the street and you'll find the gun violence will also decrease greatly along with what goes with the gangsta lifestyle.
I'm sure the police now have video of me along with my license plate, proof of their incompetence and inability to protect citizens from the REAL dangers of the street because I'm such a threat to society.
Regardless, I Eventually find a nice girl and I take her to McDonald's.
6 slores in under a day and a half. Pumped into 2 pussies and 2 mouths.
All of my posts on this forum are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Chella car date BBBJ CIM WS 20.
Red motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 50.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
M. J. Car date BBBJ 10.
Alisa car date BBBJ 20.
Jen car date BBBJ BLS CIM WS 30.
I arrived in town Thursday morning and arranged a motel date with Chella over the phone. Picked her up. As she was farting around taking care of her dog, waiting for her drug dealer, etc. , she offered me a discounted car date blow job in lieu of the motel date suck and fuck- 20- and I accepted. When she saw how excited I was at the deal, she tried to raise it to 25, but I wasn't having any of it, so she settled for the 20 she'd offered seconds earlier. It took her all of 5 minutes to make me shoot. Whatever didn't shoot into her throat went down with one gulp when she sat back up. I did not ask her to swallow. She's a good girl, doing it all on her own.
While I was waiting for her, I met Brooklyn. Scrawny white girl, appears to be in her 20's. Long, dark hair and pretty face. I'm guessing she's the one you guys talk about on Lincoln, because this was on Arthur that she came strolling by as I was sitting in my car. I accosted her with a "hello" and a gesture for her to come over to me. Then, she directed me into a parking spot on the street. I asked her for her number, asking if she'd do the 20 if I don't shoot, 30 if I do deal if I call her some time. She replied that she'd do it right now! I told her that I'll give Chella a bit more time to show up, and if she doesn't, I will take her up on it. Chella showed up, and that was that.
After dropping Chella back off, I rented a motel room, took a shower and a nap, then hit the stroll. Found Red at 20th and Greenfield, and brought her back to the motel room. I sat on a chair while she fellated my member. This was great head, like Red always gives. After perhaps 7 or 8 minutes of that ecstasy, I couldn't take it anymore, and I commanded her to assume the position. She bent over the edge of the bed, with her arms outstretched across part of the bed, and I fucked her as hard as I could for the better part of a minute, while my semen shot hard into her pussy. I was in such ecstasy during orgasm that I felt my soul almost leave my body. I swooned as I pounded that black ass with all of the fury that is within me. Then we immediately dressed and I dropped her back off.
Next up was Erika. We arranged a motel date via phone. She made me wait a half hour, like usual. But instead of sitting there, all retarded, I kept cruising Greenfield. Eventually she came out, and I drove a few blocks inland and picked her up. The Pig Goddess and The Notorious P. I. G. Spent a total of 6 hours together: 9:30 pm Thursday until 3:30 am Friday. The moment she got into my vehicle, I released her from the bondage I'd had her in, and her soul fluttered up to the heavens, and she thanked me. I did not deserve any thanks, because 'twas a terrible thing I'd been doing to her. When dealing with a terrible person, you have to use terrible tactics in order to get things done. But when I'd achieved what was rightfully mine a few weeks ago, I should have just released Erika from this bondage when I came into town the following day. Instead, I terrorized her by not relinquishing. A great burden is lifted off my shoulders, now. Noteworthy is that I opted to not require any information out of her that she had assured me she will give me if I release her from the spiritual strain I had her under. I insisted on just releasing her because I'm a good person. But I tested her later in the night, and she refused to give me any of the information that I have the moral right to have. She was deceitful and dishonest about it, relishing my pain and suffering.
Up until then, we had a good vibe between us. She requested I scratch her back. I did so for probably close to a half and hour, and then I quit. A minute or so in, I remarked about some tense muscles and she concurred, so I incorporated massaging in with one hand, while scratching her with the other. I cooked us up some frozen microwave food, and we ate. Then we had the unpleasant discussion. Eventually, I told her to take a shower, and she did. Then, I sat on the same dreaded chair while Erika gave me the best head imaginable. She had a bath towel around her midsection, and I groped those breasts for a few seconds before she started. After around 6 to 8 minutes of fellatio, I couldn't take anymore, so I had her assume the position. She flung herself back onto the bed, this time with her twat on the very edge, as I'd admonished her to before the fellatio, citing the previous two times where she'd gone too far in from the edge. So, with her right where I wanted her on the edge of the bed, I roared into my dominant position, and I hatefully pounded my load into her pussy. I fucked her for probably a full minute or very close to it. When I first thrust into her, she went to hold her breasts in place, and I instead grabbed her breasts myself, and kept a hold of them throughout the duration of the coitus. As I grabbed them, I said aggressively, "I'll take those!" And as I thrust fast, deep, and hard, I referenced some of the threats I'd been making to her over the previous few days. "I warned you that I'm going to creampie you!" and "I told you I'm going to fuck you hard!" Of course, any time she wants to dispense with the lifestyle she is living, which consists of a degree of humanity I've infused into it, while all of her colleagues live lives on a total base animal level, she is free to. But as long as she wants the privileges I give her, and she is terrorizing me and being a terrible person at my expense, I will threaten and fulfill threats and bark niceties during coitus. Haters will hate. I am King.
I awoke the following day and hit the stroll. M. J. Hollered on Greenfield, asking me for a lift. I pulled over and backed up, and with my passenger's window almost all the way up, we spoke. She begged for a few dollars, repeatedly saying that she'll make it worth my while. She grabbed my window and clung tightly, her knuckles gripped white. I admonished her that she's zero for two in making me shoot, so the only way I'll do it is if she agrees that if I don't cum, she gets 10. I told her that if I do cum, I'll make it worth her while. We repaired to a spot, and she gave me lousy head (like she always does) for 5 minutes, then stopped. I was okay with that for 10. Whatever. Early in the fellatio, she'd remarked that my dick tastes horrible. I'd retorted that I had just showered the previous afternoon. Well, now that the blow job was over and she was paid, I gleefully informed her that the reason my dick tastes bad is that it is covered with Red's and Erika's pussy juice from the suck-and-fucks I did with each of them the previous night! M. J. Replied by pulling out her weapon, which was a telephone, and threatening to call the police and report me for rape if I don't pay her $10 more! I immediately went to my trunk and grabbed the stinking $10 more and returned to my driver's seat with it. Her weapon still in hand, I informed her that she has to come out of the car to get it. She refused, saying she's not stupid, and that I have to hand it to her. We went back and forth about that a couple of times, and then I said, "If I throw the money on the ground, will you get out and pick it up?" She replied in the affirmative. I asked another time or two, with her assuring me that she will. So, I tossed the two $5 bills out the window, and she got out to get them, and I drove off. She left her crack pipe and lighter in my car, and the lighter works. I tossed the crack pipe, handling it with a tissue so as to not get my DNA on it.
I resumed the stroll. Drove right in front of M. J. as she was crossing a street. Picked up Jen, who wanted a ride to a certain location within Silver City. On our way, just a couple of blocks down the street, we ran into her cousin Alisa! I don't remember how it's spelled, but I will verify it and report dutifully on here. Jen had told me the previous time I was in town that two of her relatives have taken up street prostitution, and she even showed me each of them on facebook, recommending me to pick them up. Alisa has a really nice body, if you don't mind bigger women. I certainly don't. The shape is great, and she is incredibly feminine. Long, black hair, and a clean face. 38 years young. She's only been sloring for 11 months, so she doesn't yet have the drug damage that the rest of them have. Nor does she have the work ethic, unfortunately. After driving around with Jen, looking to no avail for that crack pipe I'd tossed, we returned, and Jen got out, and Alisa got in. Jen gave us a really nice introduction, telling Alisa that I'm a really good guy. I truly appreciate that, and it is Jen's true sentiments from the heart. Jen and I might not be the nicest people, but we have an understanding and solidarity.
Alisa and I repaired to a spot of mine, and she got to work. She has an ass that is nothing short of glorious. I groped the thing as she sucked. At one point, I remember I groped the tits, too. She looked great with my cock in her mouth. She felt great for a few minutes, too, then she gave lousy head for the remainder of the, probably, 10 or 11 minutes I had her work. At one point, I asked her if she wants to be done and just take the 20 (instead of 30), and she said "yes" and sat back up. On our way back, I told her that I'd try her out again in a few months. She was horrified at having to wait that long. So, I explained to her that I will not throw $20 away every time I'm in town to not cum; but that if she wants to do a date sooner, I'd pick her up frequently, if she agrees to 30 if I shoot, and 10 if I don't. She agreed to it, and I gave her my phone number. She doesn't have a phone. Over-all, nice girl. One of the most attractive slores on the south loop. I do need to pound her ass some time. But I don't tell women that right away. I let them get nervous and try to make the grade. It's important to keep some of your cards close to your chest. Vulnerability is seen as weakness. I keep the negotiating table as lopsided in my favor as I can.
Finally, I did a date with Jen and got this load out. I found her immediately after dropping her cousin back off. With the story about the hubbub surrounding the female fluids on my cock ringing in her ears, Jen asked me to wipe her cousin's spit off my cock. I agreed to, but retorted, "You've never had a problem sucking Erika's pussy juice off my cock, but your cousin's spit is off-limits?" Jen replied, "I guess I always thought you'd cleaned up. " I won't say whether I wiped her cousin's spit off or not, but those who are loyal readers of my posts can make an educated guess. Jen is a guaranteed orgasm. She's one of the girls who had her head shaved when she stole money from that drug dealer. Stacy suffered the same fate, and parades around with a head of short hair too, now. Same with Joelle (Jo Jo). There is also a fourth who I can't recall at the moment. So, Jen and I repaired to a spot, and she worked diligently. Jen is a master of rhythm, and is pleasant as can be. None of the bullshit excuses that most of the girls make up as to why their performance lacks. Jen's performance never lacks. On our way out to my spot, Jen was falling asleep every three seconds and couldn't hold a conversation. I remarked to her that I fear this will be her first failure with me. She assured me repeatedly that it won't, and that she will wake up when the blow job starts, and get the job done. She was right! She wasn't nodding off in the least during the blow job. She utilized technique after technique, for probably around 12 minutes, at the end of which a geyser of hot, white cream came spurting out into her facehole, and she swallowed every drop without me asking her to. What a high quality provider! I have posted pictures of Jen twice on here this year. If you see her out there, pick her up, as she always makes a man shoot.
As one of you mentioned, there were two state troopers out one evening, while I was cruising. They were on Greenfield, I think between 20th and 21st streets.
BTW, on my first night in town, a woman approached me, who was standing on the corner of 22nd and Greenfield. Spectacled, young, and appeared to be hispanic. After Blade Cruiser's report on a similar woman who he thought was a decoy on 22nd and Orchard- and that middle-aged white woman on 22nd and Greenfield I've reported on twice, now- I was terrified, and declined when she assumptively approached me. But the following day, as I came upon CiCi sitting in an alley, she admonished me for rejecting her the previous night, and when I denied it repeatedly, she reminded me of it, and that was her on 22nd and Greenfield the previous night! Had I known that, I would have picked her up and taken her to the motel! But alas, with her openly taking the mystery girl's side who'd blackmailed me out of $10 earlier, I passed on a car date with CiCi that day. I give slores credit for speaking their mind; but if I was sitting on the ground in an alley, desperate as fuck, I would hold my tongue when speaking with a regular client. And that's why I'm not in that position to begin with.
I forgot to mention after the previous time I was in town: That trap house that is no longer there on 26th and Mitchell. In March or April, I had asked the woman whose name the trap house was rented in, about the eviction taking place, as I'd read the records on circuit court records, since I search the names of my slores so often and thus I happen upon such information. Bear in mind, an eviction case had occurred a year earlier, and the tenant won! As regards this year's eviction, she claimed to not know anything about it, and was dismissive. A month or two later, they were out. The lesson to be learned here is that nothing escapes me. Over the past few years, I have informed several of our favorite slores of the warrants for their arrests, and showed them it on circuit court records to their bewildered astonishment.
Chella licks balls and slurps down loads for a living.
Rachel relies on the emotional support of her Johns.
Erin looks at you with puppy eyes while you're shooting into her mouth.
Erika grimaces as she takes loads into her pussy.
Tabatha deepthroats even the longest, thickest cocks.
Stacy fellates members and pumps out gobs of semen.
Jill closes her eyes and basks in the sensation of getting fucked.
Chevy sucks 15 dicks a day and makes every single one of them shoot.
Jamie is a passionate cocksucker, truly enjoying her deplorable work.
Red bends over and steals your seed.
Krissie is a one-trick pony who makes cocks shoot by dint of her masterful rhythm and toothless facehole.
Jessi makes a living by sucking 20 dicks a day.
Renia smiles at you while she rides you and grinds your load out into her pussy.
Hazel is a very intelligent and well-spoken drug addict who earns a living by draining ball sacks.
Hookers are life. Cheating is life. Variety is the spice of life.
Crush all narks.
Crush all decoys.
Cruise 'til you cum.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
