So I made a post a little while back asking for peoples experiences with street girls around the Cov area, as it's always been something that's interested me. Well today I decided to scout the area whilst it was daylight, and... well, I'll get on to the rest in a minute. The reason I'm writing this up here is so other people who are perhaps in a similar frame of mind to myself can read this and hopefully get some insight into what it's like to pick up a girl off the street, and also so I can look back at this and remind myself not to do it again.
So, Paynes Lane seems to be the hotspot in all the media with regards to prostitution, so I figured I would head there and then just explore the area a little. After arriving, the street itself is very plain. Not real hidden alleys, no women standing on corners (bear in mind it was around 1pm), just people going about their business in an admittedly very run down area. Well after driving around for 10 minutes and getting my bearings, I see a couple of very attractive, albeit slightly trashy, young women down a sort of cul de sac sort or area. I drive past, slowly and park around the corner..... nothing (I realise now that I was setting my sights WAY to high).
Okay, this has got to be bullshit then, I'm not seeing anyone around here who looks like they're on the game. I drive around for another 5 minutes or so, and in the distance I see what appears to be a very nice arse in a pair of leggings that would be at home on a shelf in Primark. I pay closer attention as I get closer and get a look at the girls face, TERRIBLE skin. Ah, okay, so this is more the sort of level I should be looking for.
I pull up around the next corner, and she walks around so she's standing on the opposite side of the road, looking at me. I nod and point down the road. She starts walking in the direction that I pointed. Okay, I'm thinking to myself, I had no intention of doing this now and I have no money on me. WTF do I do? I locked my door and rolled the passenger window down before pulling down the road to meet her. She walks up to the window, her skin is REALLY bad.... but my god, that ass. Okay. "How much love?"
"What are you after?"
"Full sex."
"Uhhh.... £20?"
"Okay, where's the nearest cash point?"
"I'll show you"
So she hops in.
She asks if it's okay if she lies down in the back seat as she's giving directions as it'll be safer for both of us. I say okay, so she climbs through and lies down. I'm immediately freaked out as I begin driving, I can't stop thinking to myself "I have a drug addict street hooker lying in the backseat of my car. She's obviously well known as she doesn't want to be seen. What the hell have I got myself into?"
She directs me to a cash point and I hop out and get £20 out. I get back to the car and she asks to be paid. I hand over the £20, she says thanks and I ask if she knows anywhere as I don't know the area. Cue 10 minutes of driving place to place and not finding anywhere quiet enough. We eventually end up behind some student houses in a not very discreet area, and she tells me to get into the back seat. I ask if she has any condoms, and she gets one out of her bag. She say's that it's a bit risky and maybe she should just give me a blowjob. I'm thinking at this point that I NEED to see that ass, so I decline. Well, 2 or 3 minutes of her fumbling around with my flaccid dick, stopping to look around every 10 seconds, and just generally freaking out and complaining she doesn't want to get caught, and I put a stop to the whole thing.
"Maybe get your tits out? I need to see something to get hard."
She begins fumbling through the 4 layers she has on and manages to get out a fairly large, although very saggy boob.
"You know what? This isn't working for me. I'm too nervous."
"Okay, you mind if I get out here?"
"Yea sure."
She's out the car and walking down the street before I've even pulled my pants up and I'm £20 lighter.
So here's the thing, I don't mind losing that £20, because it's genuinely opened my eyes to the whole situation and I feel that it has taught me some lessons that I would never have accepted without experiencing the whole thing for myself. I've been punting for 10 years or so and I was kind of getting bored with the whole thing, plus spending £40+ every time I wanted to get my end away was getting stupid. I figured that £20 was a more manageable price and the excitement of doing something technically illegal would spice the whole thing up. Well, let me say, visiting an escort and picking up a street walker are COMPLETELY different ball games. With my 15 minutes or so with the young lady in the back of my car, I've come to realise that the danger level is just WAY to high. She has obviously been caught before and she was terrified of the consequences.
I'm willing to bet that I, and most people on here, have a damn slight more to lose than she does, so imagine the repercussions for us if SHE was that scared. I'm not comfortable with the situation at all and as a result, I'm never going to be able to relax enough to derive any kind of pleasure from it. I imagine the kind of people that do, are not people that I would ever associate with in my daily life. The knowledge that in the time it's taken to write this, my £20 has more than likely made it's way into the pocket of some random drug dealer doesn't sit well with me either in all honesty, and I imagine any of you with a conscience would probably end up at the same conclusion.
So, in closing, I've paid £20 to try something that has always intrigued me, and I've walked away with the knowledge that the people in that situation are not people that ordinary folks like myself or possibly you, should be dealing with. I wont go as far as to say that they need help, because as we all know, people generally can't be helped as they've gotten themselves into these situations due to the way they've chosen to live their lives (not all, obviously the eastern european girls that have been trafficked over here are a different story, but a drug addicted white girl? I'm probably right) and will go right back to what they know when given half a chance.
So I hope that if anyone out there has the same idea as me, they read this and possibly think twice. I've not even gotten into the health risks and the possible consequences from law enforcement, but I'm not an expert on either so I don't feel qualified to write on those. However, know that they do exist, and if a woman stuck in the middle of it all is TERRIFIED of being caught, imagine what the end result for you would be.
