The Nasty Hooker

Some years ago I went to the Southampton Boat Show with my mate Adrian. We had a B&B for the night organised and so, after spending hours looking at the boats, we went to a nearby bar to unwind.

Emboldened by a few beers and feeling the need for some female company (the bar was packed with geezers) I quitely asked a young barman if there were any hookers about. He looked at me in utter disgust and said in a loud voice something about he didn't use prostitutes... Everyone at the bar turned at looked at me, mirroring the barmans disgust.

Suitably chastened I returned to our table but the idea of having a hooker had not vanished. We left the bar and found a mini cab. If anyone is going to know where to find whores in a town, then a cabbie is a good bet. "Yes guys, you'll be wanting Derby Road" came the cheerful reply, "Jump in."

We drove off into the night and were not that far from the seafront when he started pointing out houses that were occupied by working girls as he called them. Not surprisingly we were a bit reluctant to knock on someone's door and aske for a shag. As often happens in situations like this, fate intervened. There on the corner we were just rounding were four girls. "They're working girls" the cabbie chipped in as he pulled up just past them.

We walked back to the girls and asked them (politely) if they were on the game and they said they were. The price was £20 for a fuck. We picked our partners and went into the house. Me in one room and Adrian in another. I paid the girl £20 and sat down on the bed.

I undid my boots and then lowered my trousers and pants, my cock already rising with anticipation. The girl walked over and reached down and caught hold of my cock. She gave it a few strokes and it was very stiff when she said "What the fuck are you smiling about?" I did not have time to think of a reply before she followed up with "You fucking cunt! I should glass you!" She had walked over to the far side of the room and picked up an empty beer bottle. Needless to say my erection had wilted and I was thinking "Shit, what sort of a nutter is she."

She strutted around the room ranting and raving "I'll cut your fucking prick off, you fucking cunt!" By this time I had retrieved my pants and trousers and was trying to get them back on without taking my eyes off the lunatic in front of me. That she was dangerous, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind. I was expecting to be attacked at any second.

With my pants and trousers back on but unbuttoned I decided to retreat holding my boots. As I left the room I called out to Adrian and went and sat on the front garden wall and tried to get my boots on. The nutty bitch came out with the bottle in her hand and continued to screech and menace me. She must have seen my attitude change when my boots were done up and Adrian appeared as she backed off and started going on about her "Frank upstairs." This was obviously the poor bastard that lives off her immoral earnings.

Me and Adrian walked off around the corner, Adrain was laughing, he'd had his end away and thought the situation hilarious. I was seething, I'd been robbed of £20 and assaulted. OK, it was only verbal but she would have gone physical if I'd made one false move. I felt like getting a large rock or something and smashing it straight through her front window. As it happened, a mini cab came round the corner at that very moment and we hailed it down.

It was a different cabbie but his attitude to hookers was ambivalent as well. "You've just been unlucky" he said, as if the horse I'd backed had just come in second. "I'll find you a good hooker." he offered. Sure enough, we had not gone far when he slowed and pointed to three girls. "I shag the one on the left every Tuesday" he said, "She'll not give you any shit". I got out the cab and off it went, Adrian wanted more beer and had offered to meet me back in the pub we left earlier.

I went up to the three girls and asked them if they were on the game. They replied that they were. I told them about my encounter with the nutter and they looked genuinely horrified. "It's girls like that, that give hookers a bad name" one of them observed...

"Don't you worry love, one of us will sort you out" another said, "Which of us do you fancy?" I picked the small one and we headed back up the road to her house. I went upstairs with the girl and went into her bedroom. It was all a bit seedy, the old carrier bag full of used condoms was slightly off-putting. But only slightly.

I stripped to the nude and she stripped but left her T-Shirt on. We started fucking on the bed and she was really getting into it. I had her legs up in the air and was looking down at my shaft going in and out. She must have realised I was a bit pissed and needed that extra something to get me off. Her hand reached for my swinging sac and carressed my testicles. That worked a treat and in seconds I was filling the condom with a rich helping of cream.

I got dressed leisurely as we chatted, she was actually a nice girl and restored my faith in humans and ladies of the night. After all we both enjoyed the sex and the girl had £20 to spend for fifteen minutes of her time. A good deal all round as far as I can see.

I made my way back to the bar and met up with Adrian. We had a great laugh over it. Adrian had had a good fuck with his whore as well, so I suppose I was just unlucky to come across The Nasty Hooker.