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For the record I have never hired a prostitute. There was a time in my life when I would have if the circumstances were right, but I’m a kinder, gentler Tobin these days and now I couldn’t do it. This post is rated R for adult content. I know we have some younger people out there who might happen upon this so if your folks won’t let you view R rated movies yet then check out another thread.
I have been approached by prostitutes three times in my 9 year career as a trucker. I’ll include all three stories here. If you are one of those folks who thinks that the trucking industry is rife with prostitution and drugs that might surprise you. There isn’t a whole lot of that activity going on out there. It does happen, though, and I will try to relate those instances to you here in a way that I hope is thought provoking.
The fist prostitute that I met was in Memphis, Tennessee only a month after I began my driving career. I was driving team at the time and my co-driver and I had just settled in for the night at a small truck stop just south of Memphis. We would not be dispatched until the morning.
I was stretched out in the bottom bunk reading a book and my co-driver was already asleep when I heard someone knocking on the driver’s side door. I went into the cab and saw a slightly built black woman standing by the door. She was wearing black shoes, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. She looked to be about 50. I rolled down the window and she asked me if I wanted a bj. I was kind of taken aback. I was 24 at the time and had never had a woman ask me a question like that. I told her no. Then she hopped up on the running board and started with her sales pitch. I kept telling her no then she reached inside the window for the door latch and opened the door. I reached out and slammed the door with her still hanging on it.
“I thought you were going to let me inside!” she said.
“No, I’m not interested,” I said.
“Okay, baby, let me have a cigarette.”
I gave her a cigarette and she went on to the next truck.
The next one almost got me. It was just after dark and I rolled into a rest area east of Dallas, Texas. I had just taken my second job as a trucker. I was driving solo then and I had been driving for about 6 months. All the truck parking was taken up in the rest area so I parked the truck on the shoulder of the on ramp from the rest area. I was just going to catch up on my log book and then continue on my way. Somebody came up on the truck while I was immersed in the 10 hour rule and flashed a flashlight at me through the driver’s side window. I rolled down the window to see a black woman standing beside my truck. She looked to be in her 30s and was dressed in a tight, white t-shirt, shorts, and gym shoes. At first I thought that she might be a stranded motorist, but then she asked me if I’d like some company. I was pretty crazy and horny at the time so I thought about it for a second. She was kind of a big woman and I have a fetish for busty, full figured women. I couldn’t help but glance at that tight t-shirt. Then I took a closer look. That flashlight was one of those long handled jobs like security guards often have. It could easily have been used as a weapon. Then I noticed how clean and healthy appearing she was. One word popped into my mind: COP!
I told her that I wasn’t interested and she hopped up on the running board and asked me, “What’s the matter? Don’t you like black women?”
“That’s not it,” I said.
Much like the other prostitute she would not take no for an answer. Finally, after saying no about five times and her still hanging on my door, I said slowly in my most intimidating voice, “Get…the fuck…off…my truck.”
She looked away and smiled. Apparently I wasn’t too intimidating, but she did move on. I could have sworn that I saw a wire running under the back of her shirt as she was walking away, but that may have been my imagination.
I don’t know if you’ll believe this next one or not, but it really did happen. I was in West Memphis, Arkansas one time shortly after I had gone into business for myself and had bought a truck. There is sort of a conglomeration of places to park a truck in West Memphis consisting of a couple of truck stops and a few restaurants. I was parked behind one of the restaurants in a truck lot that had a U-shaped parking pattern. It was in the middle of the day, but their lot was almost completely filled up. I went in to get a bite to eat and when I got back out to my truck I noticed there was a young, white, bearded man and two young women, one white and one black, standing in the middle of the U-shaped pattern. The women looked to be about 20 and were dressed in shorts and t-shirts. The man looked to be a little older and was wearing jeans, a nice shirt, and a trench coat. He also had a cigar box with him.
I sat there in the truck for a minute watching them and then the young women started going around to trucks and knocking on the doors. I saw one guy who appeared to be in his 60s let the white girl up in his truck. They disappeared behind the sleeper curtain. I found myself hoping that I could still perform when I got to be that age.
Then the black girl walked over to my truck and looked up at me. I just shook my head no and she went over to the pimp and said a few words while hooking her thumb back in my direction. The pimp walked over to me and opened the cigar box. Dope. I just shook my head no again. I left thinking that the cops were probably going to be there in no time and I didn’t want to get caught up in that.
I might sound like a libertarian, but I think we need to have safe places where those women can legally work at their trade. It probably takes desperation for a woman to sell her body and it’s probably a punishing lifestyle. I don’t think they need to be punished any further.
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