The oldest SW I have ever picked up -- and then put back!
I was on Linn St. yesterday and saw what I first thought was an Hispanic SW. She was very trim and I first thought she might be early thirties. I circle around and when I get near where she was sitting, I notice that she seemed to have a "handler," a black guy standing nearby. I think to myself, what the heck, it won't be the first time that the "handler" was nearby during a scoop.
So she gets right into the car and says something like, "Thank God it is so hot out there and I've been out there since 8:00 this morning and my boyfriend just beat me up (show bruise on leg) when I told him I wasn't going to live with him anymore."
Now I am used to hearing hard luck stories from SWs, but they usually at least exchange names (or aliases) before launching into the "nobody knows the troubles I've seen" routine.
When she stops for a breath, I ask her name and she replies, "Georgia."
I realize that my estimate of her age and my guess about her ethnicity are both dead wrong. She is clearly on the wrong side of 50, maybe pretty far on the wrong side. And I no longer think she is Hispanic; I don't know what she other than being sure she isn't black.
I tell her that this seems to be a case of mistaken identity and that it's nothing personal, but I am going to take her back and drop her off. Someone on this forum related their habit of carrying a $5 bill in case they decide to cut someone loose without any further interaction, and I have started doing the same, so I tell her I am giving her $5 for her time.
She has me go several blocks away from the spot of the scoop because she would be "embarrassed for anyone to see that she was being rejected." So I circle back around and let her off.
As she is getting ready to exit the car I mention that I usually pick up black girls. Boy, she doesn't like to hear that! As she gets out of the car, she delivers a line that I thought deserved to be preserved by posting it on this forum. She said, "I'm the best dick sucker out her and have the tightest pussy, but I guess you like the Grand Canyon!"
McMic/MLK at Midnight and Other Commentary
Ran for quite some time tonight and did not pull the trigger with anyone that was spotted: Megan/Secret, Sarah (preggo LPH), unknown blonde WSW (LPH), Stephanie brunette WSW (OTR).
Beware the WSW tranny that was working State tonight. Have seen this one in both Upper and Lower PH. Pretty obvious to me, but in case you have bad night vision something you need to be aware of if you're rolling State/Glenway/Warsaw.
At a few past midnight while making R turn from MLK on to McMic spotted a WSW with blonde/brown hair that was wearing a black crop top and black hot pants. She was on the tax shop/quickie mart side of street so not positioned for a scoop. She had a little meat on her bones - not as in fat, but just looked healthy. The look that I got said "I'm working" but thoughts of TGTBT came to mind. There was a dude wearing a dew rag trailing about 30 yards behind her.
Saw nothing further down the street (or on the dead end side street) that indicated survelience in progress, but of course in the time it took to circle back she was MIA.
Did anyone else see her or have first hand knowledge? Sorry I can't do any better on a description but based on the tonight's outfit - if you saw her she stood out.
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The Task Force is BUSY on McM at MLK
My friend was recently passing by the corner of McM and MLK and saw a long-haired blond on the northwest side of the intersection. He was considering meeting her acquaintance, but was cautious because he had just seen two cop cars stopped a block or so away on the east side of McM a south from MLK. The cops were interrogating several black men in front of some garages there.
When he circled back, the cops had moved up to the corner of McM and MLK and had retained two young women and were questioning then on the sidewalk. He had the presence of mind to snap a few pix.
Here is his description of the pix he asked me to post:
"1: Two cop cars stopped, the police are questioning two girls, one a long-haired blond, the other dark haired (behind the pole). A black man is standing nearby observing with his arms crossed. As the pictures were being taken, the black guy shouts, "You are not allowed to take pictures!" Hmmm. Who IS he working for? At first he appeared to be a pimp, but it is possible he is working for the police?
2: They stand over the blond whom they have forced to sit on the curb.
3: They have arrested the blond and are about to put cuffs on her. Because it is presumed that she was not caught in the act of soliciting, the suspicion is that they found paraphernalia on her.
4: The dark haired woman is told to wait on the sidewalk. It is uncertain what her fate was."
Anyone recognize either of these women?
So you can thank my shy friend for taking these pix and forwarding them for me to post. My conclusion is that the task force, in spite of claiming to be short of funds, is focusing on these victimless crimes, and letting the violent crimes slide???
But that's OK--the violence is mostly in black neighborhoods, and since they have no political power with the police, black on black violence is not so bad.
Clearly, they are focusing on the length of McM.
Saw a Hottie, but in the HOT zone
Today around 11 AM on McM near MLK, I spotted a tallish well-proportioned white prospect in white trimmed black hot pants and a black sleeveless top. She was talking with several brothers on the W side of McM about a block or so from MLK. She looked great, and I doubt that she was a sting because of the company she was keeping.
I pulled over on a side street, but she did not approach (eye contact was not clearly established).
I saw her cross to the E side of McM, walking towards MLK. I circled by her, and she gave me half a smile. I am 90% sure she was working, but with the recent serious task force activity in that very spot, I did not have the cajones to offer a ride. But I would have loved to make her acquaintance in less of a hot zone.
Anyone have experience with a nice looking, well proportioned, all black shorts and top with white trim? I had never seen her before.
This one went so badly that it will give some of you a chuckle (or a shudder)
OK, I had just called one of my regular girls who is safe, clean, and drug free (except for weed, of course). Got no answer and left a message. Now I'm pulling into the White Castle just behind the Interstate Motel for a bathroom break and a cup of coffee.
A few minutes later, as I am pulling out of the White Castle parking lot I see a young black girl crossing the street and coming toward the parking lot. She's eating a bag of chips and kind of bouncing along. Maybe she's just real cheerful?
She sees me looking at her and gives me "the look." I wait for her to come over to the car and she jumps right in. I ask if she needs a ride and she says, "I'm just trying to make some money." Then she says she's deaf. Turns out she really is deaf, by the way. We hardly need any checks, but I make a check anyway and we drive out of the parking lot. She asks how much I'll pay and I hold up two fingers and say, "twenty." She seems to understand and in fact she is really good at reading lips.
Then she asks where we are going and I kind of shrug as I'm not sure at that moment just where I want to go. I'm thinking of a spot I have used before when she says, "I've got a room." Now I have a decision to make -- should I take a chance and go with her to a room? I figure I will just be super careful and watchful and take the chance.
As we drive away, I can see that she is constantly moving, bouncing, twisting, etc. Seems like pretty good evidence of drug use, but off we go.
We go to the lovely Parkway Inn & Suites on Central Ave. and pull around to the back of the place. There are no other cars in the back lot, so I'm thinking this may not be such a bad idea after all. Turns out this was incorrect.
She pulls out her door key card and we go into the motel. I'm looking in every direction and am on "code red" alert. I see absolutely no one.
We get to the room and she opens the door to one of the messiest rooms I've seen in a while. Naturally, I carefully check the small room and bathroom to be sure there is no one else there. We are alone and I slide the dead bolt into place. I’m thinking that I’ll be in this room 15 minutes at the most, probably less, so not to worry, right?
It’s a bit hard to communicate with her because of her deafness, but since there are not that many ways that our relationship can progress at this point, she soon understands that I am willing to trade $20 for a BJ.
I suggest that she remove her top and she says, “Wait a minute, this will put me in the mood,” and proceeds to pull out a crack pipe. While I have no deep moral objections to drug use, I’m really not enjoying watching her load those little pellets into the pipe and fire it up. I’m wondering what the legal implications might be and wishing I were back in time about 20 minutes.
Now she asks for the $20 and I felt like Wordup and Mr. Boombastic were looking over my shoulder and watching to see if I would be so soft as to give her the money up front. I was trying to figure out how to say I’d give her half up front when I remembered that I had only three bills on me; a twenty, a ten, and a five. If I gave her half up front, then what? I was determined to stick with the original price of $20, so I just said I would pay afterward. She looked up at me (I was still standing while she sat on the bed taking hits off of her pipe) and said, “Do you PROMISE to pay me?” I am not making this up, that’s exactly what she said. Of course, I nodded and said I promised to pay her.
I drop my pants and lie back on the bed. I felt something under me and found it was a pair of toe nail clippers. I dispose of the clippers and lie back while she goes to work. She displayed good effort but marginal skills. And I couldn't coach her to do a few little “extras” that would have helped me get off because she's deaf.
About three minutes into this exercise I decide to switch to “self abuse” while playing with her tits only to hear a knock on the door. Of course, she hears nothing and I am hoping that if we just don’t answer the door, whoever it is will just leave. Then another knock on the door.
I get her attention and point at the door. She jumps up to go to the door and I jump up and stop her. I communicate as forcefully as possible that she is not to open that door. I’ve pulled my pants up by this time and I’m trying to think of some options, but nothing good is coming to mind.
At this point of the story, some of you experienced guys are thinking that something really bad is about to happen and so was I. The knocking continues and she asks me to let her at least look through the peep hole in the door to see who is out there. I can’t see how this can make things any worse, so I let her go to the door. She looks through the peep hole and says she knows who’s there and it’s no problem. She says she will just tell them to come back.
At that moment I was inclined to believe her. If it had been a setup, the guy would have had a key to the room or she, since she was now standing right there at the door, would have just let him in. So I say, “OK, tell them to come back.” She opens the door and my normal 68 beats a minute rises to about 95.
She says something like, “It’ll just be a few minutes,” and re-closes the door. I took out the $20 and gave it to her at that point and I considered leaving the room. I told her I was going to leave, but she said she wanted to finish what we had been doing. I thought, what the heck, I might as well make use of those “few minutes.” We resumed our previous activity and achieved what was surely one of the least satisfying orgasms of the past few years. I was actually thinking that I deserved some kind of prize for being able to get off under those circumstances.
As I was pulling my pants back on for the second time in 10 minutes, she gave me a really intense look and said, “I would never put you in a dangerous situation, I really wouldn’t.” And you guys will understand that at that moment, I believed her.
I walk out of the room and there’s a black guy standing in the hallway. Now what? Going to rob me? Knife me out of jealousy? Nothing of the kind….he just says, “Hey, partner” as I walk by him. I nod and leave the building.
This was about the strangest episode that I have experienced in the past year of mongering and I wanted to post it while it is still fresh in my mind. It’s a pretty good argument for using escorts over SWs, but danger can lurk in that arena as well.
