Reply #1 swarley_stinson's post
This is a good question. I'm sure it has been asked before on here, but I'll answer the query.
I was 21. I had just broken up with a very serious girlfriend and I wasn't in a great head space. I was out with a good friend and we found ourselves near what we had both been told was an area where there were streetwalkers.
I won't identify the city, but we should just say that the city is not known as a great place to find girls on the street. It isn't really known as a place to find girls in any way.
We decided we would drive the area and see what was out and about. As we drove into the hot zone we could see a few people on the street. I will say that most looked like girls. 
There was a very specific motel that was rumored to be a place that when you drove through the available girls would stand in their door to show you their goods. You could park out front and then just walk in to their room. Not too discreet, but at 21 I had no real idea it was a problem.
We did our tour, we laughed about what we saw, and we headed back to the "right" side of the tracks.
About 30 minutes after we left I was in my car heading home when I decided I was going to go back and see what was up in that motel before I got all the way home. I was very curious. Could I really get laid at this place? Let's see.
I drove into the motel parking lot. It was U-shaped with a pool in the middle of the horseshoe shaped building. I reached the rear of the lot and there in a door was a woman in cutoff shorts and a white t-shirt. She literally curled her finger and motioned me in. WTF, I parked.
Up close, she was probably 30, but to me she looked 50. I was 21, 30 was acient to me at that point. In the room she pulled the drapes to block out the view of the parking lot. It was a double room and I sat on the bed opposite of where she was sitting. She asked what I wanted and I told her a blow job. She said $50, I offered $20, we landed at $30.
She got on her knees in front of me and I pulled down my jeans and she sucked me off until I came on her tits. Those were her best feature.
I got up, zipped up, and I was out the door.
That was my first punt. I remember it like it was yesterday. The nerves, the anxiousness, the guilt, it was all there. Now some 25 years later, it is like putting on a pair of worn shoes. When you get your feet into them you feel at home. I couldn't guess at the number of times since then. I would not want to do the math. Let's just stick with a lot.
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