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Spent too much time looking at the goods today. Yes, I saw Barbie (and NO, I don't think she looked so great).
There were lots of hot looking non-working girls out because their shitty little non-airconditioned apartments were more oppressively hot than the piss-stained streets of the city of homes.
It gives me an idea-- Home Depot has A/C units for $99. I bet I could get a hell of a lot of FS in exchange for an air-conditioner...
[QUOTE=Garthy]Spent too much time looking at the goods today. Yes, I saw Barbie (and NO, I don't think she looked so great).
There were lots of hot looking non-working girls out because their shitty little non-airconditioned apartments were more oppressively hot than the piss-stained streets of the city of homes
It gives me an idea-- Home Depot has A/C units for $99. I bet I could get a hell of a lot of FS in exchange for an air-conditioner...[/QUOTE]
You're right, Garthy, Steel Blue tried donating AC last summer to one of our favs and he was repaid in kind. It's always good to help friends with whatever they need. Stay cool!
LEO is still everywhere, lots of pressure on the girls and customers. If they put this much effort into taking some of the little street thugs to jail we might not have a shooting every fucking night. At this point it might be easier for the cops to find some little puke with a gun than a descent looking working girl like we used to be able to find
I make a long troll yesterday. There are girls out in force (and no small LE presence either). But it is like the old days in Springfield; the girls are out in groups and alone. They are standing on the corners on Main street strutting their goods. I mean, their BADS. Not one good looking one in the bunch. Late nite count is 12. None worth the risk.
After about an hour I see one with potential. Dressed sexy with a nice figure. I go way down a side street and park. She follows. When she gets in I see her face. OMFG!!! Big, crack-strained teeth and a skin wrinkles so deep it looks like her face is carved out of a piece of rotten wood. I get around the block when I break the news to her gently that we do not have a love connection. I give her $10 for her trouble and I take a long, slow route back the area. Along the way she begs me for a ride to Holyoke. But that's not going to happen. I drop her off near the projects on Mill (her choice). I guess she has to spend that ten-spot mighty quickly.
The hunt goes on without any other success. I then decide to check out a local bar and get myself a little buzzed. Closing time comes and I am off. I do another quick cruise, but since I am likely over the limit already, I choose not to push my luck with LE. I am heading up State when I spot a very nicely dressed black woman walking on tiptoes on the very wet sidewalk. She looks surreal. Great figure and a sequined dress. I pull over and offer her a ride and she gets in. She is about 30, very very pretty with a petite build, a chest too large for her frame (fake tits?) and wonderful legs. She tells me that she was at a club with friends. She was dancing without her high heels and someone emptied her bag of her credit cards, money, lipstick and change. They also took her shoes. I strain empathy. She asks if I would mind driving her home. She tells me where she lives and I tell her I will take her home. She smiles and I feel like a good samaritan when she starts to run her hand up and down my leg. She tells me that her shower has "room for two." I reply that it sounds like a wonderful idea. "We can do more too," she tells. "Uh huh," (or something equally profound) is my reply. I am definitely getting hard as stone and she is still gently stroking my thigh and moving her hand up to the base of my cock. "I need some cash," she tells me with puppy-dog eyes. "How much do you have in mind?" "One hundred," she tells me. I lie and tell her all I have on me is $60. I get a wrinkled face from her with that. But she changes it to a wry smile and tells me that we have a deal. I get to her house and it is in a decent enough neighborhood. I park in her driveway and we get on the porch. She tells me her keys were stolen too and that she has to walk around to the back. I wait on the porch and in a minute or two the door opens and I step in. She tells me she needs the money "up front." I, stupidly agree. She hold me tight, puts her hand on my cock while I feel up her legs to her ass.
Then all hell breaks loose. I hear banging and yelling from the upstairs of the house and down comes a very large black man screaming "who the hell is that with you?!" He stands about 6'2" and probably is about 225. He has a neat hairdo and a short goatee. He comes right up to my face and tells me "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!?"
I am just about to shit my pants when something about the way he is carrying on breaks and he cracks a bit of a smile. Then he just stops yelling and says "whatchorname?" I give him a BS answer and tell him that I found "his wife walking shoeless on State Street and I wanted to make sure she got safely home." He smiles and shakes my hand and tells me "you're ALL-RIGHT" and shows me gently to the door. I, having more than filled my quota of stupidity for the night, take my cue and leave. As I back out of the driveway (with just a little bit of shaking in my legs), I see the two of them standing on the porch waving to me like Indian Orchard's version of "American Gothic." Off I go, happy that all I lost in that house was 3 twenties and a little bowel control.
I figure she went into the house and cued-up her partner in crime to scare the living shit out of me. He did not win any Oscar, mind you, but he found his own way to get me out of the house that seemed to work just as well (if not better) than a little intimidation.
No more boozing and cruising for me (at least for a while).
[QUOTE=Garthy]Then all hell breaks loose. I hear banging and yelling from the upstairs of the house and down comes a very large black man screaming "who the hell is that with you? ! " He stands about 6'2" and probably is about 225. He has a neat hairdo and a short goatee. He comes right up to my face and tells me "What the fuck are you doing with my wife? ! ? "[/QUOTE]I love this story! There used to be a girl on Kensington. In fact, I think she's still on Kensington. Who had this routine down to a science. She lures you up to her third floor apartment, collects your money, suggests you get undressed in the bedroom while she slips into the bathroom to "freshen up." She has a broom in the bathroom, she bangs on the ceiling and. Lo and behold. Minutes later the large black man comes busting through the door angrily asking what you're doing with his girlfriend. She already has your money, he "allows" you to escape with your life, for which you are grateful. And then, after you're gone, he sells her the crack. They did nothing for the money, other than performing some minor "theatrics.".
She was nice enough to tell me about the routine, always suggesting that we go to my place instead, where she was a dream. But it sure struck me as classic, steet-level entrepreneurship!
[QUOTE=Garthy]Off I go, happy that all I lost in that house was 3 twenties and a little bowel control.[/QUOTE]
Glad to know that shit can happen to even the best of us.
[QUOTE=Garthy]I strain empathy. She asks if I would mind driving her home. She tells me where she lives and I tell her I will take her home. She smiles ... "I need some cash," she tells me with puppy-dog eyes ... Then all hell breaks loose ... No more boozing and cruising for me (at least for a while).[/QUOTE]I learned that lesson maybe 25 years ago while working a TDY in Dallas. Could have quoted the above story nearly verbatim. Except, I was absolutely 7-sheets to the wind at the time and was very lucky to get away with my scalp.
I have to say, Garth, every time you give us one of these scary and yet, well,... entertaining anecdotes, I begin to question not only your sanity, but all of ours for what we do for a little fun.
That being said, when I was in college (23 or so) I gave a girl a ride and realized I was being had along the way. I got outta dodge before the car in front of me (which always seemed to be taking the same turns I was) exploded with thugs and I got robbed. Gotta keep your head about you out there.
I can't believe this is such an old scam. Thanks boys, I feel much better now.
What the hell is "TDY?"
[QUOTE=Garthy]I can't believe this is such an old scam. Thanks boys, I feel much better now.
What the hell is "TDY?"[/QUOTE]A "TDY" is a temporary duty assignment... as in "the company sent me down to Dallas TX and then to Sao Paulo on a string of temporary duty assignments back in the late 70's and early 80's."
[QUOTE=Garthy]I figure she went into the house and cued-up her partner in crime to scare the living shit out of me. He did not win any Oscar, mind you, but he found his own way to get me out of the house that seemed to work just as well (if not better) than a little intimidation.
No more boozing and cruising for me (at least for a while).[/QUOTE]
Probably like 2 years ago, there was a latina who tried to set up a similar scam on me. I pick her up, we go to what is supposed to be her place. Along the way she asked for the money up front. I give her the agreed .6 and told her that if she shows me a good time there will be much more down the road. She takes it. When we get to her place, we park in the back of the building. She said she forgot her key and wants me to wait at the back door while she grabs her hidden key around front and lets me in. I tell her that I don't mind coming around with her and she says that she doesn't want her neighbors to know what she is doing. I tell her to get the key and come back around. She then tells me she doesn't want anyone to see me coming up with her. Of course at this point I know this is all BS. Also, her answers were a little fast so that was kind of suspicious. I tell her ok and get out of the car and act like I'm heading up the stairs to her back door. Once she is out of sight I hop back in me car and leave. I wasn't taking a chance on being set up for an armed assailant. As I was leaving the area, I saw her walking down the street. She was almost a block away already.
I figured she was setting up a robbery but it seems it was a simple cash and dash. Of course I never did go up to the door she said to, so who knows. Those scams are pretty common and many of us have been caught up at least once.
[QUOTE=Garthy]No more boozing and cruising for me (at least for a while).[/QUOTE]
I have been reasonably lucky, granted, but I just cringe when I think of all the dumb stuff I have done partaking after boozing. New Years resolution in effect and still goin strong.....no hobbying drunk
[QUOTE=Ustab2352]I have been reasonably lucky, granted, but I just cringe when I think of all the dumb stuff I have done partaking after boozing. New Years resolution in effect and still goin strong.....no hobbying drunk[/QUOTE]Booze really is the magic ingredient for stupid for me. Women I don't even find attractive when I'm sober I'll pick up loaded. Neighborhoods I think are too dangerous, I'll cruise when I'm loaded. And where I might normally go up and down a street only 2 or 3 times before deciding it's too obvious for LE, it's back and forth, back and forth, over and over again, courtesy of a few too many drinks. And that's not to mention the times when I'm a big horny stud in my brain, only to discover that 3 or 4 hours of bar hopping have diminished my ability to "perform." Ah yes, I gotta try that same resolution next year myself!
[QUOTE=Ustab2352]I have been reasonably lucky, granted, but I just cringe when I think of all the dumb stuff I have done partaking after boozing. New Years resolution in effect and still goin strong.....no hobbying drunk[/QUOTE]
I picked up a sw a few years ago, drove around for a few moments and headed for her place. Not a smart move. She went in the front door and told me to go to the back of driveway and she would let me in her downstairs appt. Needless to say she never showed up so i walked to front of house and onto porch to look around. I knew i got scammed so I hopped in car and left. Drove by afew minutes later and LE was parked in driveway with lights on... Much to close for comfort. Be Safe
Just to put it out there, the stretch between BK and the new courthouse is one of those new cameras and where it is positioned it probably sees down as far as the courthouse and up as far as the car wash. Its on the STCC side up on a pole.
Wouldnt surprise me if one ends up by Hancock and the Shell.