My run in with the Terminator

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.