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I started out on the streets when I was 16 years old — when my parents walked in my room one night and found me in bed with one of my dad's business partners. My parents didn't care that a man came into my room and touched me inappropriately during their party. They were more concerned about their reputation. "A well-respected business executive" like my father couldn't have a whoring daughter like me, bringing his name to shame, so I had to go. And it didn't matter that I had nowhere to go.
So, now at 22, I find myself a prostitute with a bad-tempered pimp, and a drug problem. I stay high on anything I can get my hands on just, so I don't have to feel the nasty shit the Johns are doing to me or be sound of mind when I'm blowing them off. I'm in my tiny ass apartment right now getting ready to head out to my corner for the night and get me a John or two.... try to make me some money for the night. I have rent due in a day are two, so as I'm getting ready, I snort me I line of coke and fuck that shit good. I look at myself in the mirror one last time... make sure I don't have any white shit on my nose, are anywhere else, then I head out to the corner.
"Hey Layla, any new business tonight?" I ask the lady and my best friend that stands on the same corner as me.
"Hey Corky girl. No, it's been kind of quiet tonight, but the night is still young girly... and you're looking fire tonight, so I'm sure you will get a few hits."
"I hope so, Layla. I have rent this week, and you know how Martin is about us being late for our rent."
"Yes, well, Martin should take the cut we give him after every night as our rent money." Layla spits out.
"Watch what you say, Layla. He has ears everywhere." I tell her and sway a little on my feet.
"Corky dammit girl, you really need to lie off that shit," Layla says to me.
"Only if I could find another way not to feel I would, Layla."
"Corky girl, why won't you get your GED? Carry your ass to college... and get the hell out of New York, away from this shit." Layla says for the 100th time. She tells me the same shit every night. She has since I was 18, and first started prostituting for Martin, our sleaze-bag pimp. I'm smart enough I could get my GED, and get into a community college, and make something of myself, but would Martin let me go? I'm one of his highest paid prostitutes.
"Corky, look alive, baby girl. Here comes some action, Layla says," breaking me out of my daydream.
"Oh, joy!" Here we go. "Hey there, handsome... what'll be tonight?" I say, leaning into the passenger window. It's a nice-looking older gentleman in his mid-40's not someone you would think you would see picking up a prostitute for an hour.
"I would like to rent you for an hour."
"Rent me?" This guy has done nothing like this in his life. Poor fucking sap. "Um, sweetheart, you don't rent us. You buy us for as long as you need us. We do whatever you want in that time frame and the price starts at $50 dollars and goes up from there, I tell him."
"That's doable he tells me." Then he just sits there for a minute like he's not too sure what to do about the information I just gave him. "Okay sweetheart, if you want to do this, then I have to get into your car. Then we will go to a motel or somewhere and that's where the real fun will begin," I tell him.
"Oh, yes, right, sure? Um, get in and then we can figure out where we will go for the night," he tells me, so I open the passenger door and climb in." Your first time I ask him?"
"That obvious, huh?"
"Yes," I smile at him, "but that's okay. So, what are you looking for tonight?" I ask him, then I kind of glance around his car and find a damn car seat in the back seat of his car. Really, man? "So, you and your wife just had a baby, huh?"
"Oh, um, I'd rather not talk about that, if you don't mind."
"Nope, don't mind at all..." what does having a kid have anything to do with me and my pay, anyway? "Alright, so if you want to do anything tonight, we are going to have to get this car in gear and head somewhere, okay?"
"Yes, okay. Where is the best place to go for stuff like this?" he asks me?
"Any of the smaller motels, I tell him.” And then point him toward motel 8. "You can rent by the hour here and they don't ask questions, I tell him."
"So, I guess I'll walk in there and rent a room?" He asks me, and I try really hard not to laugh at this poor guy, but it's getting harder by the minute.
"Go in there and ask to rent a room for an hour - they'll give you a key."
"Okay, I will be right back, he tells me." Then stumbles out of the car. Hell, I thought I was high. I'm not sure if he is high or drunk, but he is definitely one of them. This is going to be fun.
He gets back to the car with a key in hand, then we drive around to find the room. Once we found it, we went into the room, then the guy just stood there again... not knowing what to do.
Fuck my life right now. "Okay sir, what would you like me to do first I ask him?"
"Um, anything I want, right?" The guy asks me shyly.
"Right." I say, trying really hard not to get annoyed with this dude.
He swallows enormously, then says "well in that case, can I fuck your ass?"
Ah, shit... didn't see that one coming. "Yes, I guess you can, but you've got to tell me why that's the first thing you asked me to do?"
His head falls back, and his eyes roll to the ceiling, "because my wife won't let me and now that we had the baby, she won't even let me touch it."
Ah damn, I was afraid that was going to be his answer. "Well, okay then, but we will have to find lube, and do you have condoms? Because if not I will."
"I have both... he tells me." Damn, this dude is full of surprises!
"Okay, well, how do you want to do this he asks me?"
"I don't normally do ass action. The Johns are rough, so we'll start doggie style. Don't get rough with me or I'll call it off and give your money back."
"Understood," he says," smiling at me, and he has a warm smile. You know that kind of smile that makes you believe in them, and that kinda scares me?
I undress myself, then wait for him to get undressed, then I climb up on the bed in the doggystyle position and wait on him to get his shit together. A minute later, I feel the bed dip, and the guy lines up behind me. I feel his fingers at my ass with lube on his hand. He puts one finger in my ass then moves it in and out, getting my ass loosened up. Once he is satisfied, he positions himself behind me and inserts his penis into my loosened up ass. He holds still for a minute... letting me adjust to him, which I find rather sweet, because like I said, most of these Johns are total creeps.
"Are you okay, he asks me?"
"Yes, I am good. You can start moving now." The guy is pulling out of me, and I can feel it. I looked at my watch and to my surprise... he lasted longer than any of my other Johns. He lasted a whole 20 minutes. Most of them bastards last 2- 3 minutes. I turn to look at him and ask if he wants to do anything else tonight, but to my surprise he says no, that was all he wanted to do. He hoped by doing it... it would help him get it off his mind and he wouldn't harbor hard feelings toward his wife anymore.
A little more information than I needed to know, but whatever floats his boat, I guess.
"So, how much do I owe you?" He asked me.
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