Preface

This preface is to explain the social situation that lead to the parts that follow that would describe various encounters with hookers.

If you’re only interested in the action, then skip ahead.

These stories are absolutely true and they are simply a retelling of events that transpired in my youth. Hopefully they would entertain you.

Back when I was a younger man, between 1990 and 2005 I lived alone in a small crappy apartment in the cheapest area in town. It being the cheapest area, it meant that it was the crappiest area and of course it contained what would be considered the red-light district of our medium-sized city.

Whenever you went outside after dark, and most times during the day, working girls or street walkers or if you want to be honest about it, hookers were almost everywhere in that area.

Few times over the years, the other apartments in the low rise building I lived in were rented to hookers.

Let’s just say that I had plenty of contact with hookers, professionally and otherwise.

I’m not an ugly dude, and I’ve had plenty of girls show interest in me and was in a couple of relationships that lasted over a year, and many short term relationships or as the kids say these days ‘situationships’ and many friends-with-benefits, and not to brag, but I’ve never been dumped even once. So I wasn’t desperate for female contact to go to hookers.

However, that doesn’t mean that I was immune. There was a certain appeal to having girls service you and just go away after. Less drama, usually, and if one thinks about it, lower cost. At the time, one-night-stands weren’t as popular with the age group that I belonged to. You had to take the girl out a couple of times before she bedded you and there was an ongoing cost for relationships.

So a $20 for a blow job was actually quite cheaper than maintaining a relationship of some kind with a girl if you wanted to relieve your pent up sexual need with something other than your own hand.

In the earliest years, I worked as a pizza delivery driver for sixty hours a week. I would start at 4pm and finish my shift at 2am by driving the two cooks to their house when we close the shop down. I was the lowest on the seniority totem pole so my day off was Mondays.

Having a crappy schedule, combined with a low income, my situation didn’t lend itself to success in maintaining good quality relationships. I was on the road most of the night so hookers were a very familiar scene to me. A few times I would stop in front of house to deliver a pizza and a hooker would open the door to talk to me thinking I stopped for her.

I’ve done many stupid things with hookers, like getting head without a condom and even had sex bareback on few occasions. I’ve been extremely lucky. I never got any STD in my life, not from hookers nor from any of my other sexual relationships. I do NOT recommend many of the things described in this story. I may have been unusually lucky in this department, but you may not be.