Some call girls do accomplish their goals and get out of the business, but most get into The Life too deeply. If they ever did enjoy sex, they don't anymore. If they ever really liked men, many turn sour and go lesbian, not because they tend to learn that way but because they've become disgusted with the selfish barbarity of the male animal. And if some modern authorities don't agree on this point, then I say they're full of bullshit.
After a while the eyes begin to go hard, the wrinkles start to show, the alcohol or pill consumption goes up, and the call girl finds herself on the next rung down the ladder.
She becomes a bar pickup, competing with many amateurs. I've spent a fair amount of time playing cocktail lounges and I've seen all types. If I played a bar and saw a single chick, or two girls sitting together, I never assumed anything in advance, because there were too many possibilities. They could be a couple of chicks from the office up the street out for an honest drink together, with no thought of foolin' around. They could be single girls hunting for a date, and, hopefully, a husband. The chances were very good that they were a couple of divorcees, lonely for male company. They could be out to pick up a couple of guys to buy them dinner, planning a fast brush-off after the liqueur, and this was quite frequent. They could be office workers, nurses, etc., who were also part-time bar whores. Or they could be ex-call girls who couldn't cut it in the big money, top circuit, anymore. The biggest menace was the alcoholic, and there were a lot of them. They could bleed-a wallet dry hi record time, and then look- fox another sucker. I don't know what it is about alcoholic women, but many of them seem to prefer open-toed shoes, or sling-pumps or mules. I would look at the shoes first, and if I saw toes sticking out, I would forget it. A bulging belly or roll of fat around the middle is another tip-off to the alky. On the other hand, if I saw a girl with a very large handbag, called a "trick bag" in the trade, I knew that she was a pro, and needed the large bag for douche equipment, spare stockings, panties, etc. When these broads couldn't make a living in the bars anymore, there was only one place for them to go, the street.
Nowhere in all of whoredom are there more different types than among the streetwalkers, who have their own hierarchy. The better-dressed, nonflagrant ones usually went the route from call girl to bar girl to street girl. They could be found in the classier tourist areas of town, around the strip joints on Broadway, and the better downtown hotels. Most worked alone or with other girls; very few had pimps.
The street girls have then: own way of doing things. They will smile at a single man as they pass him on the street. They will walk slowly and stop often, always trying to put themselves into a position where a man will talk to them. They will then try to get the guy into a doorway, where they will ask if he is interested in a "date." If he says that he is, they will ask point blank if he is a cop. Because the lady hustler, just like the male, has to be smart. She knows that enticing by police officers is illegal, so even if the John is a cop and she takes money from him he still can't arrest her. Either way, she's pretty safe. Lower-class streetwalkers usually get hustled for vagrancy or some other nuisance charge, and then have to spend the night in the can, get a VD examination, which is usually positive, a shot in the ass, and a fine.
Higher-class streetwalkers usually aren't bothered too much by the police. They prefer to get convention Johns to take them back to the hotel, but often this is not possible. The John might be a local married man, or a conventioneer with a blue-nosed roommate or a wife waiting back at his own hotel. So the girls usually keep what they call "trick pads." These are rooms in cheaper downtown hotels or apartment houses. The girl pays 'the rent and the John is usually not expected to cough up anything for the room. The girls don't live there, the pad is strictly for sex tricks. Many make their residence in nice apartments out in the districts, or even in homes, if they have children, where a babysitter or husband may wait while the girl commutes downtown to work. But if high-class streetwalkers are subtle, the low-class girls are the extreme opposite.
They come from varied backgrounds. A few started as call girls or bar girls and worked their way down. Most are junkies of the type I knew at Jack's. Many are just poor ghetto girls or uneducated white girls who can't make it any other way.
Almost all of them work with colorfully dressed, Cadillac-driving pimps, who bleed the girls of almost every cent they make in order to keep them in bondage. In return, the pimps bail out the girls when they get busted, and beat up their own girls if they appear to be goofing off. They stay close but out of sight all evening, ostensibly to protect their property from bad-humored Johns, but actually to be sure that the girls don't hold back any cash from them. Anytime we'd see a girl walking around with braises and a lip like a harmonica, we'd know that her "old man" had caught her trying to pocket a few bucks for herself.
The white girls mainly work the Tenderloin, and the blacks, the Fillmore. A few have trick pads and may keep their own cheap hotel room in the same or a nearby building. Most, however, have arrangements with a local hotel that the John will pay four or five dollars for the use of a room for a few minutes. They may rent the same flea-infested room ten or fifteen times per night. The tricks mostly are servicemen and blue-collar people, with a smattering of conventioneers who don't know any better.
These low-class streetwalkers are obvious in their dress and brazen in their approach. They will walk right up to a single man and ask him if he wants a date. If he declines, they will yell profanities at him all the way down the street. Around payday it's not uncommon for them to get drunken servicemen to their trick pads and have their pimps show up to roll the poor bastards. Car tricks also are common. A lot of guys will cruise, looking for girls from their cars, or the girls will go right up and proposition single guys stopped at red lights. They will drive to some dark alley and service the guy right in his car. Actually, they prefer this because it's quicker and because they know their old man is probably parked a few cars in back of them.
To all whores, time is money and only a volume business counts. The prices go up on payday and down before the end of the month, when all the Johns are broke. The girls use lots of little tricks to help conserve time and energy. Some are so good that corporate efficiency experts could take lessons from them.
They don't wander too far from their trick pads, or too much time will be wasted in walking the John back. They will blow any guy who will allow it, to conserve the delicate membranes of their cunts. Failing that, they will jack the John's cock until he's so close he can't stand it, and the second he shoves it in he'll come, thus protecting the girl's most precious resource, her pussy. If they can't do either, they'll let the John slip it in, and then, faking passion, jerk their hips and hump so violently that before the guy knows what's happened he's shot his wad. Toward the end of the evening, when their cunts are sore and the Johns are full of booze, or when they're menstruating, many will resort to a technique called "greasing." A girl will surreptitiously slip a little vaseline or KY on the palm of her hand. Then, when the John goes to shove his prick in, she'll move her cunt up out of the way and grab his rod with the greased hand. The John feels something soft and slippery and think's he's got it in her, when really all he's getting is jacked off. Some of the girls are so good at greasing that even sober Johns don't know the difference.
New call girls are the only ones who seem to enjoy sex at all. After a while it becomes more and more distasteful to them, and if not distasteful, then neutral, like washing your hands. At the other levels of whoredom the girls are so hung up on their personal problems, drugs, booze, or general neuroses, that they don't have the capacity to enjoy sex. It's simply a way to make a living, and from a moral point they'd think no more of screwing you than they would of having a fast cup of coffee.