What to do after a few hours stuffing crumpled ones into a g-string at the strip club? Head on down to the local drag and cruise for some cooze of course. My go to spot was the infamous Orange Blossom Trail on Orlando's south side. Now these weren't some high class call girl types but usually if you were patient you could find a decent looking chick and get your dick sucked for less than 25 bucks. This wasn't my first time picking up a street walker and I knew where to find them, so the hunt was on. It was close to 2 in the morning and the pickings were slim. Headed down south a bit further than usual and saw a whore slinking along a quiet strip of road. Pulled into the parking lot of a hotel down the way a bit and watched the area. I enjoyed the whole process. The search rather reminding me of fishing. Find a good spot, test your patience and when everything fell into place, slam your rod down her throat. Okay, maybe not the best analogy but close. The coast looked clear and when she got within earshot I called her over. Asked her if she needed a ride and she said sure and got in. The talk turned quickly to business and within moments we came to an agreement of oral for $20. She suggested pulling across the street and as I manueved around towards the back of the building I noticed headlights pull in behind me. I kept driving around the building and proceeded to pull out onto the road and looked back in the mirror, it was a cop car! Oh, shit! Quick as shit, me and hooker chick agreed that I was just giving her a ride home and  got pulled over. I had already given her the twenty and told her to keep it, just stick to her story. 

   Now I neglected to mention before that I was driving my girlfriend's car and even though me and the chick in my front seat were telling the same story, the cops knew I was bullshitting them. They ended up calling my girlfriend and waking her up asking if she knew I had her car. She said she didn't know I had left the house but she didn't have a problem with me driving it. So then they tell her I'm riding around with this mystery chick. This cop was loving the fact he was fucking up my life but i was glad not to be getting arrested so whatever. They made the chick get out and walk and let me on my way. The ride home was awkwardly worrisome  and she never really bought  the story completely but I lied through my teeth convincingly enough I guess. Not to mention that I caught her having an affair with her coworker a couple weeks later so, there's that I guess.