Stems & Seeds: The Inspirational Whore

LotLizardResizedTonight I raced home and sat down and started banging away at a story idea I have had bouncing inside of my heads for weeks.

And I did this after closing an account I had been working on for a few weeks as well as demanding my boss open the coffers to send a little more cheddar my way.

I did all of this due to the inspiration of one very special woman…

Perhaps the hardest working woman I have ever seen…

The truck lot hooker.

I see this woman no less than four times a week.

Not professionally, mind you… I’m not that hard up. But the warehouse where I start my mornings is next door to this seedy trucker fueling station just off the highway. And this lot lizard is one of the whores that works it.

Never was sure how, to be honest. Banana titted, sloppy assed, and slightly more teeth than she has fingers (not sure exactly how many teeth she has- though it ain’t much- but I know she has nine fingers), I never could see how she managed to draw a crowd for herself.

But she did, as every so often I would see her crawling out of some lucky chap’s sleeper cab, her scarcely covering her outfit barely on.
But today I saw how she made her way in this cold, cold world and I got to tell you… the bitch straight hustles…

Every day I’m husslin’…

heart10Her first john was easy. I caught the two of them chatting as I adjusted my ipod, put on my earbuds, and prepared myself to begin my day.

He was an older man, with a large round gut, a few days’ worth of salt and pepper growth on his cheeks, and the distinct smile of someone who enjoyed himself the methamphetamines. He was loading diesel when she approached. She was touchie feelie from the get go, tracing her scabby fingers up and down his chest, I assume asking him if he would be interested in a date.

Whatever her pitch to him, it must have worked because it wasn’t a minute later that he replaced the fuel nozzle, assisted the lady into his cab, and the two drove off to the backside of the lot.

A few moments later, the whore was back.

Her next john I didn’t see her pick up.

054cf6dbb67242f500c5e0759070-grandeBut I saw her exiting his cab, not fifteen minutes following her previous encounter, wiping her face with her tattered belly shirt; her bra struggling to contain her misshapen pendulous breasts. She made her way back towards the fuel pumps, waving pleasantly at her last john as he drove away; his bassy horn eliminating any discretion she might have wanted.

As she finished her wave, an excited routine of spastic movements and eager gestures, she arrived at the fuel pumps. She replaced her shirt; the fading pink and grey fabric hardly covering her grotesque, lumpy abdomen.

Now was when she separated herself from the rest of the women who trolled that lot.

Her first target was a slender cowboy, with a shiny pair of newish red boots and a gaudy belt buckle I assume intended to make people think he had won it in a rodeo. He was too good looking to be seduced by her charms; no doubt the cum breath from her previous two dates not helping matters in the least. He eventually manages to shoo her away.

She then wanders to her next prospect… a heavy set black man with male pattern baldness and ashy skin. She tries a different approach with this one, doing what I assume to have been a sexy dance of seduction to try and turn his eyes away from his phone. Alas, another strike out.

She tossed her hands about in distress, no doubt wondering why her best stuff just wasn’t getting a reaction from these two gents. No doubt among the litany of horrific things she was muttering to herself was the questioning of their sexuality; the undesirability of a decrepit crone with sloppy tits Lot_Lizards1and jizz breathe never once entering into her mind.

She seemed ready to give up, lighting a cigarette aggressively as she leaned against the fence closest to me.

I was able to get a look at her.

Blackish hair peppered with colonies of grey strands outlined her face; her pale skin scabby and dirty from the inside out. She kept her hair short, in an almost boy-like manner, and like most mornings, under the cover of a black cloth hat. She was tall for a woman, with gangly arms and legs. Her breasts, low slung and misshapen, were slung in a tattered bra; her grimy hands constantly adjusting their position within the elastic cage. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of overstretched grey stretchy pants and the afore mentioned grey with some sort of pink design (it had been washed too many time to have been anything more than just a pink colored blur) belly shirt.

She smoked a cigarette as she picked some scabs on her right forearm, and took one final look around the lot seeing if she had missed anything…

And she had.

ABC… Always be closing

cartoon-lizardOff in the back of the lot, there was a semi that had been parked there for a while.

She approached it, noticing that the driver was sitting in the driver’s seat trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. She climbed up on his side rails; the driver not noticing as he tried to start his day.

She knocked on his window, startling him. He rolled it down and the two talked for a moment. I imagine she was doing as she had been doing all morning, asking the man is he would be interested in a date.

And it seemed as though he might have been; her body language getting looser and flirtier as the two of them kept talking. She pulled a cigarette, he lit it. He bummed a cigarette, she flashed him her tit. It was like watching Picasso paint. Within minutes she had made her way from his side rails to his lap, his door open and his legs hanging out.

He seemed to be taken by the woman; I assume his current tour on the road being a long and lonely one. She kept whispering into his ears, no doubt going over her services and prices with the all too eager john primed. She scooted over to his passenger seat, the two of them obviously coming to some sort of agreement; the truck jerking into motion, making its way to the back part of the lot.

SDC11310_2I sat and watched the semi rock back and forth in that lonely corner of the lot, the whore no doubt finding herself in the company of a big spender… not like those ham and egger BJ buyers…

No sir… this guy wanted the whole ride it seemed.

I watched this display for a few minutes, eventually finding myself slightly creeped out by my decision to voyeuristically involve myself in the life of this common lot walker and turning my attention back to my work.

And as I worked I thought of this woman’s efforts… of the sheer survival will it had to take to suck off two guys within a half hour, followed by the endurance trial the smorgasbord of perversions unleashed on her in that third john’s cab must have been(I saw her walking along the road as I pulled out of the warehouse. She wasn’t walking as smoothly as she had been before entering the cab; her sultry gait no doubt affected by her recent john’s sexual proclivities).

I thought of it and marveled.

lot-lizardHere was a woman with not one of the advantages needed to excel at her career… not the body, not the face… nothing.

Yet there she was, putting foot to ass- getting’ that work done.

Three johns in an hour…

All closed (she was banging that last trucker for a spell) before 8 am.

If only more Americans had the kind of “Go Getter” spirit that this woman displayed…

Our economic woes would be a thing of the past.

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