Back in the day, The hookers owned Prospect Road. In the 70's and 80's they walked the streets night and day. It became a Scenic drive-by for the residents. I remember being around 11 years old while my dad drove down the street. He'd always say, "Let's go past the hookers", as if they were a historic site. Maybe they were. The hookers would be 3 and 4 girls deep in the street, blocking 1 or maybe 2 car lanes. People didn't seem to mind. They seemed to like watching the girls in neon hot pants and go go boots. You need to keep in mind that this was well before Internet porn and before cable pay channels.
So by the time I was 15 Chris and I decided it was time to visit the hookers...up close. Chris was my best friend at the time & we often talked about how we were going to get laid. We were 15. We couldn't drive, drink or do anything fun outside of pac-man & wizard of war. Sneaking into R Rated flicks were are only source of deviance. Although, I couldn't drive, my older brother did own a blue '76 camaro. It seemed I should borrow it & drive down to Prospect. Chris agreed and off we went. It was later in the evening on a Sunday and we quickly found a girl that met with Chris's approval. She was a smaller white girl and the negotiated price was $15 or $20 for a BJ, I think. She was going to do it in the car, but I was against that. Beside the fact that I didn't want to be arrested for soliciting prostitutes and beside the fact that I'd also be in trouble for driving underage & without a license. The main reason I didn't want it to happen is obvious. I didn't want to watch my friend get blown inches from me. For some reason it's ok to watch a dude get blown in a porn, but up close & personal would be weird. Especially if you know the cock in question. At any rate, I turned him away and into the alley. They walked about three quarters of the way down it and I could see her figure become half her height as she bent down on her knees. I was just hanging out for a few moments, listening to the radio. I could see the shadows dance on the alley wall, as the hooker was bobbing back & forth frantically. Only later in life, did I decide that proper BJ's should start out slow & build towards that frantic speed. Well, I guess this whore wasn't going for style points. I'm sure she was just being efficient, after all, time is money on Prospect.
By now, another hooker had spied me and was on her way over to me. I remember she had on some kind of evening dress, that might have looked nice or even elegant at one time. Now, it just looked like a faded, partially see-through second hand thing. My windows were rolled up and my locks secure, since I was scared shitless. The neighborhoods where hookers hang out are usually unsafe and Cleveland was no exception in 1983. She kept motioning for me to roll down the window as she moved up to my brother's car. I decided to just talk to her with the windows up, since I was frightened to death. After a few minutes of coaxing, she somehow got me to roll the window down just far enough for her to get an arm inside. Her hand quickly found my junk and for approximately 6 seconds I was considering this hooker for services rendered. That's when I noticed her enormous adam's apple. It was about as big as my head and I soon began to wish that I was seeing my friend get his dick sucked in the car, rather than this guy with his hands on my cock & balls.
It all happened rather quickly from here. Once I realized she was a he I started to panic like a trainee at a nuclear power plant melt down. I remember screaming and trying to push its arm out of the window. The thing is, since the window was only open a few inches, the arm moved easier into the car than out. So as I was pushing it's arm, the skin was pinching against the glass. Now I'm screaming, Lola is screaming and I started hitting the horn with my free hand. I wanted to roll the window down to get it's hand the fuck out of the car. However, I was afraid to roll the window down too much because Lola could open my door and rob me or rape me or who the hell knows what. I decided to take the risk & roll it down just for a second, but initially I rolled it up tighter and Lola screamed again. I quickly rolled it down this time and it got it's arm and bear paw out of the car. I continued to honk the horn & flash my brights at the beast. Chris meanwhile was in a panic himself. He heard my horn and thought it was either a warning that the cops were coming or that the noise would soon alert them. Chris came barrelling out the alleyway, pants down to his ankles with a bewildered hooker behind him and another beast-whore in front of him, who was retreating to the shadows by now.
All the way home Chris cursed me because he paid cash for an unfinished product, if you know what I mean.
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THIS REMINDS ME OF A TIME ON PROSPECT WHEN MY FRIEND JOHN AND A COUPLE OF HIS BUDDIES WERE RIDING DOWN PROSPECT IN PURSUIT OF THE THEN ELUSIVE BJ. WE WERE 17 AND HEADING HOME FROM RIVER FEST. I THINK IT WAS THE INNUAGURAL. ANYWAY HIS FRIEND WAS THE WHOLE NIGHT "YOU HUYS EVER BEEN DOWN TO PROSPECT" HE WAS IN DESPERATE NEED I GUESS. WE MADE IT THERE LATE IN THe EVENING AND JOHNS FRIEND MIKE NEGOTIATED THE PRICE I DON'T EVEN RECALL WHAT IT WAS (MAYBE $10 EACH). IT WAS A GROUP DEAL SO IT WAS CHEAP I THINK THERE WERE 3 OF THEM THAT APPROACHED THE CAR AND THEY WERE PRESSING US FOR PAYMENT OF SERVICE. HIS FRIEND PAID AND WAS IN THE BACK GETTING THE OLD SLOB ON THE KNOB. IT WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES BEFORE THERE PIMP CAME RUNNING AFTER THEM A SCURRIED THEM OFF RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MIKE'S NOW DISGRUNTLED MEMBER. THE GIRLS JUMPED IN THE PIMPS CAR AND TOOK OFF DOWN TEH ROAD. I WAS HAVING NONE OF THAT AS I TOLD MIKE TO CHASE THEM DOWN. I WANTED WHAT I HAD PAID FOR, THE ELUSIVE BJ. SO WHEN WE FINALLY GOT WITHIN SPITTING DISTANCE AND I STARTED THROWING BEER BOTTLES AT THEM AS THEY TRIED TO GET AWAY. JOHN KEPT YELLING STOP THAT PIMP MIGHT HAVE A GUN. THAT DID NOT STOP MY ADRENALINE FROM FLOWING!! WE MAID IT HOME SAFLEY BUT NOT WITHOUT OTHER DRAMA. WE WERE PULLED OVER ON DORSCH IN SOUTH EUCLID AS MIKE RAN A STOP SIGN WHEN THERE WAS A COP COMING DIRECTLY AT US ON THE OTHER SIDE. NEEDLESS TO SAY WE WERE CAUGHT OFF GUARD AS WE HAD JUST PASSED THE COLUMBIAN GOLD UP TO MIKE AS HE WAS DRIVING WE ALL JUST STARTED AIRING OUT THE CAR QUICKLY BEFORE THE COP APPROACHED. SOMEHOW HE ONLY ENDED UP WITH A TICKET FOR TEH STOP SIGN EVEN THOUGH HE WAS PROBABLY DRUNK AND STONED AND YOU COULD SMELL WEED EVRYWHERE!! WE MADE IT A LITTLE FURTHER BEFORE THREE OF US REALIZED THAT THE WHORES HAD RIPPED OFF THREE OF US OF OUR NECKLACES AND MIKE WAS REALLY PISSED BEACUSE I THINK HIS MOTHER HAD GIVEN IT TO HIM FOR A GIFT RECENTLY. DON'T KNOW HOW HE GOT OUT OF THAT ONE. THE MORAL OF THE STORY DRINK AND SMOKE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, DON'T WEAR JEWLERY, LET SOMEONE SOBER DRIVE AND CALL AN ESCORT INSTEAD OF LURKING DOWN THE DARK ALLEYS OF PROSPECT.
I'M STILL PISSED ABOUT MY LOST $10 AND ABOUT NOT CATCHING UP TO THAT PIMP AND KICKING HIS ASS AT THE TIME!!
WHAT GREAT MEMORIES,
KID
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