So this happened almost 20 years ago, when I was in college. I never told a soul because prostitutes gross me out and I was kind of embarrassed. I told my wife about it 4 or 5 years ago and she laughed and told me it's a good story to share.

So I was studying with a friend for a final late on a Tuesday or Wednesday. I left around midnight and I'm at a red light on the service road next to the freeway. To my right is a giant cheap motel/hotel and I see two young woman screaming for help running towards me. They were dressed very nicely and looked good other than the panic on their faces. They said they met a guy at a club and went to his room. He started acting weird/violent so they ran and needed help. They hop in my car and I speed off to the freeway.

I ask if I can take them home and they said yes. But they literally lived on the other side of the city. Even at midnight on a Tuesday it was an hour plus trip. This is pre Uber, so I hesitantly agree to take them. The girl in the front seat is super talkative. She rolls a joint and we chat the whole way. Drop her off and she gives me $10 for gas and the other girl hopes in the front seat.

She has said about 5 words since getting in my car but says she wants to thank me too and grabs my dick. I'm 20, young, dumb, and full of cum. So we go to a side street and she proceeds to give me a blow job. She tells me to park in a specific spot under a tree. She says to keep my foot off of the brake to not attract attention. When she finishes she says her friend owed her the $10, can she have it. I say of course and start my merry drive home.

About half way home, I have my Kaiser Sosa moment. It's Tuesday and they were dressed in mini dresses, in the city where most clubs were casual. Not only were there no nice clubs, there were no clubs at all in the area I picked them up. Why would a guy at a nice club be in a motel on that side of town. The way both girls talked and carried themselves. Where girl 2 told me to park, the brake light comment. Asking for the money was just the icing on the cake.

I went home and showered like Ace Ventura. Got an STD test the next day and 6 months later. Even though I had two roommates, I never told them. I only told my wife in a drunken state and she laughed her ass of at how I hadn't noticed sooner.

P.S. not knocking sex workers, just isn't my thing