I picked up Lil’ Momma, one of my ATFs from Western. Hadn’t seen her in awhile. We start driving off and a car is behind me. She asks if the car is following us. I make a right to lose him, then a left. When I’ve picked up girls ahead of other mongers, they may follow me for one or two turns sometimes, but they always drop off after one or two turns.
By the time I make another left, I realize he really is following us, it’s not just her being paranoid.
She tells me that this guy followed her and the last guy who picked her up, scaring off her date. He had just dropped her back off when I showed up.
I ask her if she has time for me to shake this guy, or if she wants me to drop her back off. She has time.
So I snake through the neighborhood. When I see he’s not deterred, I make my way out to a main street. I hit MLK and think, ok now I can shake him with speed and traffic.
But traffic is just a bit too thin this time of night and he’s willing to hit speeds upwards of 70 in order to keep up.
Up ahead, I see my salvation. A traffic light turns yellow and I’m the perfect distance for this to work. Speeding up even more, it turns red for a second before I blow through the fucking intersection hoping there are no cops. He’s a good 10-15 car lengths behind me, so I know I shook him.
Then I look in my rear view and the fucking cocksucker is still behind me. How he didn’t get into an accident I have no idea. At this point he’s not just following me to be annoying, he has some agenda. Now it’s getting scary because anyone willing to risk their life and the lives of others like that has to have some screws loose.
Later on I was thinking about why it tripped me out so much. I thought of the terminator. Someone with no regard for his own safety, who will stop at nothing to follow me and this hooker… but for why? He’s not just some random dude anymore, he’s some kind of sociopath. And now I’m wondering if his intent is violent or not. Maybe he’s got a gun, maybe he wants to rape and kill my ATF.
I’m getting close to USC, I flip a bitch. I’m considering giving up at this point. But I see another chance to lose him in traffic. Two cars are waiting at a green light taking up both traffic lanes. The light turns green at the perfect time. I go into the right-turn lane, then sweep back in front of the cars that have just begun to go. He can’t follow me because of the parked cars in that lane now.
If the cars had gone the same speed, it might have worked. But one went faster than the other and he was able to weave his way through. Fuck what was I going to do now?
Lil’ Momma suggested parking at the police station on MLK. I agreed. So we pulled up and parked on the street. If I couldn’t lose him by out driving him, maybe I could bore him into leaving.
So we parked, and waited. The way I parked, he had no spot to park also. There was some space behind me, and when he tried to pull in there, I backed up, not letting him pull in all the way. So he backed up, put on his hazzards and just sat in traffic… the fucking terminator, not concerned at all that he was blocking traffic in front of a goddamn police station.
For the first time I found myself hoping for LE to show up. To tell this motherfucker at the very least to move his car. But no, LE fails once again, they were too busy writing cruising tickets and scaring away Johns to come and deal with an real sociopath.
A good 20 minutes we waited. I wrote down this guys license plate, and got a look at him. A black guy, kind of heavy looking in the face, wearing glasses that made me think of those sports goggles I see some basketball players wearing.
Finally the first sign of weakness in the terminator. I guess he got tired of being stopped in traffic and pulled into the red zone in front of me. Still it didn’t look like he was going to leave anytime soon.
I debated my options for the umpteenth time. I debated walking into the police station, I debated calling 911, I debated walking up to this guys car… and getting blown away by the gun he might be carrying. At this point, everything was on the table, and it was pissing me off that I might not be getting laid tonight on account of this punk ass motherfucker.
Sitting there and debating, and getting more and more determined that I was going to fuck this hooker in my passenger seat, I saw my chance. I put the car in drive and took off, flipping a bitch right in front of heavy, heavy traffic. He was slow to respond, I saw his car go, then stop to avoid an accident, then go again.
But now I was looking ahead for my next opportunity. The pedal was to the floor and my engine was screaming. A glance in my rear-view showed me he somehow made it through the traffic and was still behind me. Up ahead another perfect red light. I pulled into the right hand turn lane just as it turned green, then cut back over in front of the cars as they began to go.
This time traffic was dense enough that he couldn’t weave his way through, but I saw that he went into the median to pull around the cars. But he was far enough away that I still had a chance.
I was coming up on Western again. The light was turning red. At first I wanted to blow through it, but I was too far away and traffic was already beginning to move into the intersection. Barely slowing down I made a right along with the traffic. There were a lot of cars and I was lucky to get in. I lost sight of him in my rearview.
Quickly I made a left, tires screeching as I cut into the neighborhood. I made another quick right, then a left… and slowed down. No sight of anyone behind me. The street I was on was empty. I had won.
We parked for a bit, I wanted to make sure he was gone. She unbuckled her seat belt and was about to go to work like a good prostitute. But I told her not yet. We ended up finding really nice and secluded place near a construction site. Post-adrenaline rush sex is the best. Better if she wasn’t such a DFE, but it was all good.
We talk about the economics of sex everyday here on Hookers and Hos. Imagine my surprise when I found a professor Marina Adshade who teaches an undergrad course called the Economics of Sex and Love.
In this blog post post, a college pimp breaks it down for the class.
Took a quick trip south of the border last Wednesday. Hit the Zona around 4p. Took a quick detour inside AB to take a leak. There wasn’t much talent yet, but I’m not into BGs anyway.
Then it was time to hit the callé to find an SG to dump a load of cum into. My first chica I’m usually not too picky about, because I know it’s only gonna take a minute or two to cum. The first one to fit the bill was a spinner whose name I forgot, but stands on the south end of Constitución, at the top of the hill. Her hair was long and blonde, Blondie.
Side by side we made our way to hotel Irma, and thats where I the first sign things were not going to go well.
Following her up the stairs, my gaze was fixed on her ass, sinuating beneath her skirt. Reaching behind her, she checked to see if her g-string was showing. It wasn’t, but she pulled down her shirt to cover the small of her back anyway. Dumbstruck by the illogic of it, I was going to be fucking her naked in a few minutes, I reached out and pulled her shirt back up, undoing what she had just done. Or at least I tried to. She fought me and won. The small of her back stayed covered for the moment.
At the front desk, I’m shocked to see one of my ATFs, the SG I had fucked more times than some of my girlfriends and who holds the title for most sessions with the same SG… Alondra. I blinked my eyes thinking I must be seeing things, I hadn’t seen her in over a year and thought she was done working. I wanted to ditch the puta I was with, sweep Alondra’s petite body up in my arms, take her to the back room and fuck the shit out of her. It was strange, but I also felt a little ashamed, like I had been caught cheating. Of course, that was ridiculous because these were prostitutes, not girlfriends. So, ultimately I decided I was going to session this new SG.
After paying for the room, we made our way inside and got undressed, and then it happened. I paid her, but she wanted more. Incredulously I looked at her, and trying not to get flustered I told her that wasn’t what she told me on the street. She was unapologetic. Now I was getting frustrated and angry. My cock was still hard, pointing accusingly at her half naked body. I demanded my money back, and was half surprised when she didn’t make an argument out of it. Wordlessly we got dressed. She left before I did.
I talked to the attendant, asking for a refund. He said they don’t give refunds, but said to go outside and find another girl. Skeptically, I left.
Walking around, I finally found an acceptable SG. Her name she said, was Yasell. She was cute enough. We headed upstairs when a man came out of one of the rooms. He looked homeless. The lady at the front desk seemed frustrated with him as he stopped to ask me if I knew of any guys that would pay to fuck him. I smiled at how surreal it was, told him sorry, but no, then watched as he skunked down the stairs.
My session with Yasell was mechanical, but friendly. Fully nude, two positions, then we finished in perrito. While banging her doggy style, her pink cornhole was calling me. In general I don’t like anal, but to have my cock snuggled in that tight pink ass, I was willing to make an exception. I asked if she did sexo anal. For 1000p she said. It sounded like she pulled a number out of the air that she thought would be high enough to dissuade me. It worked.
For my next session I wanted to find Alondra. I wandered the Zona for a while, but she wasn’t to be found in her usual spot. There was another SG with the same petite frame that I kept mistaking from a distance as her. Beginning to think Alondra wasn’t here working, maybe just visiting, I began to look for other prospects.
I passed several SGs that wanted too much money. Then I spotted my old standby, Edith. I approached, said hi, and nodded for us to go to the room. Watching her firm, lithe body walk in front of me, my cock started getting hard again.
In the room we got down to business. She disrobed, revealing her dark and exotically tanned body. She started out on top, easing my dick inside her with her hands. I laid back, enjoying the sight of her body writhing on top of me and her pussy full of my cock.
Switching to missionary, I plunged my cock inside her wet cunt. Then, underhooking her legs with my arms I really leaned into it, pistoning in and out of her with full hard strokes. Before long I was feeling that twitch in my balls that meant it was time to cum. One last position, we changed to perrito. Pounding the flesh of her firm, tanned ass I came for the second time.
Then it was back out to explore the Zona.
Thinking I would take another shot at finding Alondra, I headed over, and there she was. We talked a bit, then I flipped into monger mode and asked her how much. It was a dumb question, I would have taken her up almost no matter how much it cost.
She walked in front of me up the stairs. I was looking at that tiny ass stuffed into her skin tight jeans and had to give it a smack, right on the right cheek. She liked it.
We made it to the room. As usual, she wanted to up sell me on a blowjob or desnuda. I said no as usual. But then, unexpectedly she offered BJ for half price. I’ve banged her over 10 times and she’s never offered that. So I decided to try it out. I almost regretted it, except for the fact I can think back with satisfaction that my dick has been in her mouth.
I fuck her gently in missionary. Looking into her eyes I imagine making her my girlfriend, the things we would do together, home cooked meals she would make me, the different places we would make love. And then I become aware again of the room; the naked light bulb, garishly lighting the pale green walls and the thin, squeaking mattress and cheap blankets that we are fucking on, and I know these are just shitty pipe dreams.
She asks me why I didn’t bang Blondie. I tried explaining in my broken Spanish. She seemed to understand.
I wanted to cum, but I wanted are time together to stretch forever. So it was bittersweet when I dumped my load inside her, coming to a shuddering stop. We got dressed and I left the Zona very happy.
The feelings I get for my AMP providers, some would call love. I don’t believe in the word, but I do believe in the neurochemical cocktail of Oxytocin and Dopamine, called love. Nothing I could imagine would send more of these chemicals to the brain than having every inch of your body tenderized by the skilled, non-judgemental and patient hands of an AMP provider. read more…
It had been awhile since I cruised this area of Los Angeles. There are hookers to be found, but it’s not always a sure thing. I was looking for one of my favorite providers I hadn’t seen in a while. Instead I ran into Jazmine. She was a little chunkier than I usually like my prostitutes, but a WSW was rare in this area, so I rolled up on her. read more…
40,000 prostitutes are expected to descend on South Africa for this year’s soccer World Cup. The deputy chair of the country’s Central Drug Authority calls this “horrific and very concerning.” Having your choice of 40,000 prostitutes to have sex with sounds more like a wet dream to me.
Although 16% of the country’s population is HIV positive, so yeah, maybe it is horrific and very concerning. Soccer fans this year may be coming back with more than just t-shirts and soccer balls as souvenirs.
M.I.A. has a sexy English accent, exotic fuck-bunny looks and one of the best songs of all time. And if that wasn’t enough, she will totally threaten to become a crackhead and prostitute in order to get her way, like admission to the esteemed London arts college Saint Martins. Too bad for us here at HookersandHos she was accepted. She would have made a nice field report. For a big enough tip maybe she would have sung Paper Planes afterward.
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Prostitution is legal in Germany and Stephanie Klee is not only a prostitute, but also an advocate for prostitute’s rights. In this BBC interview Klee examines topics like violence and sex work; the reality of sex trafficking; love, jealousy and Johns.
Although we here at Hookers and Hos feel that legal prostitution is a good thing, this interview points out one of the downsides. Klee talks about the time she took a client to court, suing him successfully for refusing to pay her. The last thing I think anyone wants is a bunch of ROB prostitutes in sue-happy USA trying to get rich quickly by taking their Johns to court.
This was the second time I saw her, standing on the same corner, framed by the wrought iron gate that protected the parking lot behind her. I was instantly drawn to her because she stood out from the other prostitutes working this track. Her hair was cropped short, like her head had been shaved just months ago. That with her finely cut, Eastern European facial features, and her big eyes and voluptuous lips, I couldn’t quite decide if she was hot or not. But she was definitely fuckable. read more…