I used the services of street girls in London regularly from the summer of 1999 up untill the end of 2012. I would say I had around 200 encounters during this time with approximately 130 different women. Im in two minds about writing this but I will because it might help people to avoid what I did. Im happy to answer any questions people might have. Firstly I would say street punting is EXTREMELY addictive and my advice would be to avoid it as you would avoid hard drugs. Seriously think of it the same way. And dont be arrogant and think "It wont affect me like that" like everyone always does with hard drugs. Because it will. I spent at least half of the time I was punting with street girls desperately trying to stop.
The area I used to go to originally was Kings Cross. When I was 19 I lost my virginity to a street girl there. They completely cleaned Kings Cross up a few years later although I still saw the occasional girl there up untill 2011. My other areas were Brixton and Whitechapel. Brixton can go through long periods of being quiet but its usually heaving with girls. Whitechapel is the same although I would say it has gotten more quiet over the last few years as its had a total clean up, although not to the extent of Kings Cross.
I usually picked up girls in my car. Mostly they were sweet, lovely women who had fallen into a terrible place in their lives and were just blotting the pain out with drugs and paying for it with their bodies. I would say 75% of them had a crack or heroin habit, usually crack. I soon got a taste for my own drug, which was unprotected sex. I was a complete addict, in a similar way to how they were addicted to drugs. When I started I never would never have dreamt of having unprotected sex with a prostitute, I wouldnt have even have done oral without a condom but as the addiction escalated, so did the risks. Within a couple of years I was having sex every single time without a condom with women Id known for 5 minutes, who were happy to let me cum inside them. I was very lucky in that I didnt catch anything serious. I had gonorreah 3 times out of approximately 90 bareback encouters with maybe 60 different women.
It was good for a very short while, before the risk taking started and before I realised that I couldnt stop. I empathised with the women and their stories and was attracted to them partly because I was in my own terrible place, medicating my own pain with sex. Most of the sex was very average, but there was the occasional great encounters. I wouldnt have done it for so many years without these - I wasnt completely stupid. They were rare though, usually it was just plain bad, but I kept going back again and again, hoping for a great one.
It took a long while to get the formula down of how to act and what to say to get exactly what I wanted and in my early years I would say I got ripped off a lot. That is the girl ran off or tricked me and got £30 or so, without doing anything at all. This happened probably 50 times, so a quarter of all my encounters ended like this. So thats £30 x 50 times = £1500. Factor in petrol and time wasted driving around as well if you want.
I saw some unbelievable sights. Many times after we had done the deed, the girl would ask to borrow my mobile to call a drug dealer, then she would arrange to meet them a couple of roads away and nip out to get the drugs, then get back in my car and ask to go somewhere quiet to do the drugs. I never saw anyone inject heroin but I had dozens of girls smoke crack in my car. It was almost part of the service, after sticking my dick in them for cash and shooting a wad up them, I delt with the guilt of what I had just done to them (& myself) by happily driving them about so they could get their fix too, just like I had just gotten had mine. We were both fucked up, indulging our addictions in the early hours. There was almost a users cameraderie, which in itself became addictive too. Sometimes the dealer would actually get in my car too and sit there in the back seat and swap the drugs for cash right there in front of my eyes. Although you would probably not want to piss one of them off, the dealers were usually pretty friendly, they wernt stupid, they knew I had just given the girl money for sex and ultimately the money was going straight to him. Sometimes they needed a lift a couple of minutes down the road. So id be driving along, albeit briefly, with a dealer, a working girl and an unknown amount of drugs in the car. Occasionally there was wild goose chases where dealers didnt show up and the girl had to call around to find someone else, getting more desperate the whole time. Just unbelievable situations that became a fairly normal part of my life. Once in a while I would get calls from the dealers a few days later asking for the girl and would have to explain she was just borrowing my phone, this wasnt her number.
Amazingly I had only a few run-ins with the law. I got busted once, with a written warning and a threat to crush my car next time. This stopped me for about 2 weeks. I got pulled over at least dozen times over the years and had to talk my way out, claiming to be lost or waiting for a friend. Im pretty sure the police always knew I was full of shit, and half the time they wernt afraid to tell me, even thought they didnt technically bust me.
Being an addict of bareback sex I spent a huge amount of time in GU clinics and surfing the net over the years, convinced I was dying due to my exploits. If I added up the hours Ive probably spent 2 or 3 months, ie a couple of thousand hours of my life, sitting in a GU clinic, convinced I was dying and waiting to be told the news. Then theres the endless time spent surfing the net for symptoms of STDs and the rest of the time spent worrying. And desperately trying to stop. I consider myself extremely lucky.
Thats not even taking into account the missed opportunities and the wasted years once the addiction properly got into its swing. I wouldnt seek out womens company and I would turn down social opportunities left right and centre if they were going to get in the way of driving around in the middle of the night looking for hookers. Again I consider myself lucky because I got out when I did and I got out with my mental and physical health intact, although the addicition is always there, if im having a bad day, or a bad time of it, telling me to go out and pick someone up. At the end of every night out with friends or family I would more often than not want to end it with a street punt. In the end I just got sick of it and everything that went along with it. In my last year of street punting I also saw the downfall of a beautiful young lady that started out clean and punting to fill a void in her life and ended up absolutely ruined 6 months later with an all consuming crack and heroin habit. I just couldnt play a part in it anymore. But I miss the girls and the cameraderie and I could drop the keyboard and go and do it right now easily, so its something that needs to be kept in line and addressed periodically.
You could argue I could have gotten addicted to anything and I would agree in principal, but to anyone thinking of driving around and casually looking to see whats out there - thats exactly what I did - so please be aware that it IS addictive and in ways you might not neccissarily predict. Seeing people excitedly discussing stuff here, not knowing the perils that await them made me want to write this. Hopefully if my account of these experiences can stop 1 guy or 1 girl from going down this route with their lives then its worth posting.