Went on a cruise for hookers

To begin, a few nights ago I went out on a long, exciting, and eventually fruitless cruise for working girls.  At one point the urge just struck me, and I then began to plan my return to some of my favorite areas for cruising.  Not long afterward I found myself surrounded by familiar streets and familiar scenes on them.  There was the girl in the smiley-face jacket seeming to work the corner gas station.  I first spied her walking from the bus stop to a vehicle waiting nearby with a likely John inside.  She was doing a hookerish sashay as she took her sweet time moving across the lot.  Later in the evening I spied her boyfriend/pimp keeping her company in the same gas station parking lot.  She was a woman who may have been interesting to me at some point, but it was unlikely in that neighborhood and with that guy hovering way too close for comfort.

I patiently drove up and down the highway and at times witnessed various young women moving about sometime after 11:00pm.  Most were clearly looking for "dates" and I delighted in the fact that the attire on some of these women made it fully obvious that they were out turning tricks.  Many times during this evening I first noticed a girl and then practiced my casual and wide circling of the area in order to afford myself a better sense of her and a clearer sense of whether the police were present nearby.  Far too often somebody else swooped in and drove off with the subject of my interest as I was left to note what time she left before gauging when she might return.  There were a small number of women out plying their trade so late at night, and yet some of them just didn’t seem risk-worthy.  If it wasn’t the individual, then it was the wrong small area, considering the potential for being discovered and interrupted by the long arm of the law.  Up and down the highway so many times, mixing up my path, and keeping my eye peeled for motion in the darkness.

Sometime well after midnight I sort of lost faith in my initial choice of a red light district and it was then that I decided to give it one last lap before moving to another location in a nearby town.  It was truly unfortunate that I never even reached the level of parking my car and walking past a working girl for a better sense of whether or not she was affected by drugs, as well as whether or not she had the spirit I most enjoy in a late-night partner.  Sure there were connections which could have been made there had I been the type to pull over quickly and take a chance on a woman getting into my car – but I’m just not like that, it’s too risky, even for me.

Eventually I resigned myself to having to relocate if I was to see myself satisfying the sexual urge that the endless searching had fueled.  It was probably a good break from the intensity as I drove along the highway toward the next community over.  There I found additional streets I knew well, and once again I was comforted by the fact that at least a few women were out plying the skin trade on the streets.  One young woman (??) was rather androgynous in appearance, in that she was petite with a boyish haircut.  When I saw her from my car I paused long enough to make it clear I was interested in a date, yet at the same time I was feeling uneasy about her.  As I drove off she pressed her palms together as if to "pray" for a ‘date’.  Of course I drove around looking for her and she too seemed to disappear.

All over the rather lengthy strip I drove, and at one point a vehicle was stopped in the curb lane, and I was behind him.  As soon as I switched lanes to pass, wouldn’t you know it, a woman whose role as a working girl was obvious given her attire, stepped out of his passenger door and turned to walk back up the street.  Had I spontaneously changed lanes for a quick right turn I could have caught her to investigate the chances of her turning another trick with me.  Unfortunately the guy she’d just ‘dated’ made that same right turn and I didn’t even want to give him cause for concern about a car seeming to follow him soon after he dropped a prostitute off in the darkened night.

Last I saw of that girl she was tugging at a ‘wedgie’ after just stepping from the other John’s car, and by the time I returned she had disappeared from the area.

One familiar street can always be counted upon to draw just about any woman for the purposes of her selling her sexual company and it was on that dark path where I was second on the scene to spot another young lass whose attire gave her away immediately as a prostitute.  She wore a bustier which was likely better suited for the bedroom than for the September streets late at night.  Into some other guy’s car she went, never to return to the area.  In all fairness, I would not have swooped in next to take my chances on her in the next instant.  (it would have taken me 3 or 4 circuits past her to decide whether I’d be willing to invite her into my car)

Nearby and on that same street was a woman dressed rather warmly and in non-revealing fashion.  Her liking for staying in the dark shadows and not revealing herself very much in any way caused me to have little interest in investigating whether she’d be a suitable ‘date’ for me.  Another circuit of the same area had me noticing a young woman sitting in, and then standing beside a van where a male (her last trick? her pimp? her family member/boyfriend?) had parked along the side of the road.  The woman seemed quite familiar with the person in the van so it isn’t likely this was merely a negotiation for sex.   Eventually that was another girl who landed another trick before I could fully investigate.

A couple of women in the area showed the good common sense to walk around the strip, rather than to stay in one spot as most police decoys tend to do.  A woman walking alone and paying considerable attention to passing cars is a good bet to be a hooker in areas where working girls are known to ply their trade.  Standing alone for prolonged periods is an even better indication, although the police prefer that to walking, as somebody is obviously monitoring the action at all times, which is easiest when the decoy doesn’t move far.

When in need of a break I would drive off several miles down the highway, perhaps looking for a different scene from which I might be able to procure a prostitute.  Still again there were instances where I was too late on the scene, and it seemed that plenty was conspiring against me on that night.

In the end it was with great frustration that I resigned myself to just drive home without locating a woman agreeable and suitable for sharing a ‘car date’ with me.   I was truly exhausted from this hours-long late-night cruise but it was the right choice to make given challenging circumstances.