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Here is Pt. 6 of "A Prostitute's Life"...enjoy <1st attachment,
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What you are about to read you will be surprised to learn is
true.A lot of my friends have said that my life would make an
interesting story so,well,I took their advice.Because it deals
with 20+ years of personal history it will be available as a
serial.How many parts,I really don't know yet!
Anyway.......Enjoy!
"A Prostitute's Life" by Ms. Samantha Josephine Duponte.
Chapter 6 - Welcome To The Working Week The drive back home
is quite a quick one.Karen has to,after all,get up early the next
morning to go to school.She is a fine teacher so i'm led to
believe.The kids love her and she likes to educate them.She looks
after the 5 - 12 year olds.That,she says,is where the most
important part of a child's development is.That is where their
personality grows and affects how they are in later life. She
likes to give them confidence in which to experiment and grow. I
like that.I love her for it. On the way back I take out my
cigarette packet,noting that I only have two left.I offer one to
Karen,which she accepts,and take the other myself.She lights both
myself and her own up.She smokes like an experienced woman.Hard
to believe that she's a non-smoker usually! As we drive she
talks about Martika,my mum and what she's planning to do tomorrow
at school.Anything but what i've been doing during my night shift
as a hard working street prostitute.She used to ask,when she was
just another punter of mine.Now though,things have changed.She's
emotionally involved.She used to get off on my exploits.Her kink
was to eat me out.She loves to eat punter sperm out of my
pussy.Since I use condoms she can't do that,but when we kiss, her
tongue darts into the darkest recesses of my mouth.She knows that
I only do bare-backed blow jobs so she fulfils herself that
way.... Parking the car,I grind out my cigarette in the
ashtray and get out.Once inside,I pour myself a very generous
triple vodka and orange and a glass of white wine for Kaz.She
downs hers in one,kisses me and tells me that she's off to bed.I
take my time with my drink and flick on the telly to see if
there's anything on.Nope,nothing but crap. I rest my weary legs
on the coffee table - yeah,very ladylike - and sip at my
drink.After about ten minutes or so I decide to phone my mum up.I
look at the clock as I dial her home number.It's 12:45 am.She
should be home.I let it ring for a while.No answer.I phone her
mobile and I get her straight away...
"Hiya babe.Why you callin' me?" Sue asks.I can hear the noise
of cars in the background.She must still be working.....
"You still working at this hour? Shit mum,just what are you
like?" I giggle.
"Hey,I bet you've just finished up yourself! Don't give me
that crap!" she laughs down the phone line.
Sue asks me about work.I tell her what i've been up to...and
with who.She laughs again when I tell her that I 'had' Martika's
mate's dad balling me.
"I bet he was shit scared when he saw ya there."
"He was but I told him that it would be 'our little secret'.He
was a good fuck though."
"Could you imagine what would happen if he picked up Martika
though...."
"Christ! That would be funny!"
The conversation falls into a fit of laughter.I'm glad mum's
happy.
We chat for some ten minutes,about Martika,about Karen and
about my little sister,Amber.I can tell that mum's really happy
about her baby girl.
"I can't wait until she's a teenager,Sam.I'm hoping and
praying that she's gonna follow in our footsteps,just like
Martika has.With us around she's gonna learn from the best!"
The conversation stops.Mum's talking about whoring Amber out
when she's 13.Christ,she's only 12 months old and already Sue's
plotting what she's going to do with her life when she's 12 years
older.The poor child doesn't stand a chance...
I bet when she's 6 or 7 years old Sue will be taking punters
back home and letting poor Amber watch her shag away,just like
she did with me.I also bet that when she's 9 or so,Sue will let
her do 'grown up' things like smoking and drinking,just like she
did with me.From there,it's sex and prostitution all the way.Just
like me.....
I'll be 42 when she's 13.Martika will be 27 ? 28 ? Something
like that.Sue will be in her late 50's and hoping to retire.So
Amber will be her 'pension fund'....that's nice of her...NOT!
"What's the matter,Sam?" she asks.
"I...It....it's not right." I stammer,barely able to conceal
my rage.
"Well,Martika does it.You let her.I've seen her at work,she's
good.Why shouldn't I get Amber on the game too?That's the pot
calling the kettle black,that is."
I can't answer.
"Samantha darlin',we're all a bunch of sluts in this
family.You know that as well as I do.We are all born hookers.Why
shouldn't Amber follow the family heritage? It's in her
blood.It's her destiny,y'know?"
I can hear a car horn pipping in the distance.
"Gotta go,Sammy Jo,my last punter's here.Bye."
....and with that she clicks off.
I put the phone down.I'm pissed off.I stand up and look into
the mirror over the mantleplace.The face and body of a well
seasoned streetwalker stares back at me.I let out a huge sigh and
look closer. If's and But's cloud my mind....
Is this all that I am? A role model for streetwalkers? If I
stopped hooking when Martika was younger,would she have had the
desire to be a whore? Was it my destiny to become a hooker?Is it
Martika's ? Will I be a streetwalker all my life? Do I want
Martika to do it too? Do I want to be a streetwalker? Erhhhhh,the
answer to the last one I know already.But still,have I influenced
Martika to do so too? Probably.Does Karen love me because I am a
streetwalker?Hmmm...not too sure about that one.Still,have to go
to bed,I bet she's waiting for me...
I take off my coat and hang it up before I quietly creep up
the stairs.I use the toilet before I start to remove my
makeup.Once 'normal' Samantha again,I shimmy out of my 'working'
clothes,folding them neatly onto the spare bed,before going naked
to our bedroom.I fill up my tumbler with water.Karen is gently
snoring away as I slide between the covers with her.Her arm
slides around my waist as we settle off to sleep.
It's 6:30 am.when Karen wakes me up with a cup of black coffee
and a huge kiss on the lips. She's already dressed and just
about to have her breakfast.Bleary eyed,I go downstairs with her
and sit with her as she eats it.It's way too early for me to
eat.I sip at my coffee,dressed in my robe.She leaves at just gone
7am,having to do some work before her first lesson.I stand on the
doorstep and snog her goodbye.
"Bye baby,I love you." she tells me as she climbs into her car
seat.She always says that to me.I echo back the sentiments and
wave her off.I look around.People watch me.Shit,the world's been
going for 2000 years and they still find it hard to accept that a
woman can love another woman in public!Talk about back in the
stone ages! I suppose that Normanton's just the same as anywhere
else in the world in that respect..... As she goes around the
corner I go back in and close the door.Rushing up the stairs I
climb back into bed again.It's way too early for a night owl like
me..... 9am. Time to get up.I shower and then have my
breakfast.As I sip at my coffee I curse under my breath that i'm
all out of cigarettes.In record breaking time i've finished my
breakfast and got ready to go out,heavily made up as usual.I need
my fags I keep telling myself and I stroll though town to
Sainsburys to get my fix.Once i'm out of there I light up in the
Eagle Centre.I take a long hard drag of my first cigarette of the
day,loving caressing the smoke entering my aching lungs.I hold it
inside before letting it stream out,sexily,the side of my purple
lipsticked mouth.'God,I needed that' I say to myself as I take
another drag.Then another.Then another.Soon i'm down to the
filter and I throw it to the ground before putting my heel onit.
I see an old friend of mine.He goes under the name of
'Ratman'.He's my ex dealer.He asks if i'm still clean with a sly
smile.I smile back and tell him that I am.Ratman has a girl with
him.She looks no older than 17.She also looks like she's had a
bit of Ratman's 'business' inside her already.I can tell just by
looking at her that she's a pro too.Us whores can tell.It's wrote
all over their faces....
I say bye and head off home,smoking yet another cigarette.I
chain smoke another one before i'm back home again.Time to do the
washing.I put a load in the washer,make myself another coffee,and
settle back to watch daytime television.It's crap,I know,but it's
easy on the brain.Was it Kilroy or Trisha that had just done a
programme on prostitutes when I was getting ready? Whatever it
was it made me laugh.All those highbrow people saying what a
shame it was for women (and men) to sell sex as a means to
survive.If only they could have had the chance to change
direction.There was some tart on there,in silhouette
'natch,saying that she was abused as a child and forced into it
by a pimp and drugs.Oh poor boo you! Fuckin' hell! Is it really
that bad? No.Would she rather be making £150 a week in anormal
'boring' job instead of well over £150 a night fuckin' and
suckin' dick? She might say so but people live to their
means,don't they? She'll find it fuckin' hard to take a pay drop
like that! Sometimes I wished that I would appear on something
like that.God,would I have things to tell them!
It all reminds me of my time as Leyroy's bitch,which reminds
me....
Whoring for Leyroy was such a pain.I was well addicted to
coke after the first week or so.The tattoo that I had on my arm
was slowly clearing up.The scabs were almost gone now.The
constant sex that I had,roughly 16 punters per day,was finding me
at my peak and the other whores were getting to know me now.
Although Debbie was Leyroy's #1 whore,and having the tattoo
to prove it,top dogs at the brothel were my mum and Colleen.Both
of them were hardened drug users and they took on the mantle of
getting the supplies.
The supplies? Oh,let me tell you.Every day Leyroy would
bring around 60 condoms and three full packets of cigarettes for
us girls to use.Your maths don't have to be great to realise that
sixty condoms and sixty cigarettes weren't anywhere enough for 5
hard working,heavy smoking hookers to have,does it? Every day
both Sue and Colleen would take 20 condoms each for their work
and a packet of cigarettes each to smoke throughout their
'shift'.Consequently,us other hookers had to make do with only 6
condoms each and the same amount of cigarettes for work.Not
nearly enough if you're working 16 or so hour days.....
Cigarettes weren't much of a problem,With regular punters we
could manage to ask them to get some for us,if they were
nice.Most were really good and brought them as gifts for us.Good
job really,as you know that I like my cigarettes...
Condom's were a real problem.Nobody,but nobody would care to
bring them in.The tricks always said that they preferred it
without,that they'de like to cum inside us.That's great and all
but we weren't on the pill most of the time.It stands to reason
that a well smacked- out-of-her-brains-junkie whore wouldn't even
remember her name let alone to take a contraceptive pill!When we
asked them to bring some they said '...well,you're all dirty
whores anyway'.Mum and Colleen were asked but after being told to
'Fuck OFF!' so many times you just don't ask no more do ya?
So over the course of the next 4 years that I worked there I
found myself pregnant about 5 times.I wasn't the only one.The
rest of them did too.All by punters that we'd done.We'd have
regular checkups by this 'bent' gynaecological nurse to check if
we had any diseases or anything.Obviously finding out that we
were pregnant was a major upheaval,especially when word got
'round to Leyroy.He would hit the roof and have us marched off to
have a termination.
"Can't have no motherfuckin' pregnant whore working for
me.Can't use a tart that's up the duff.Fuckin' come with me and
we'll get rid of the bastard." was what he'd say.
So we were dragged off to abort them.I wasn't bad.Yeah,sure I
had that many termination's over the course of four years but the
others? Debbie had at least 2 yearly!When I started there she
told me that she had had '..quite a few...' already.Cathy was the
worst.At only 15 years of age and being Leyroy's half-sister,she
had at least 9 over those 4 years.Poor cow.. Let's face
it,Leyroy got some sort of a kick out of his 'bitches' being cum
dumps.That was all we were being used for.He liked his tarts
dirty and,I suppose,we were dirty whores.... Here and now,all
these year's later,I still weep over my children that could have
been.These days I have been told that due to some botched job I
can't have any more.Makes you cry....
The drug habit that Leyroy inforced had it's effect on me
sometimes.On occasion I would go upstairs with a punter to suck
him off,loose my mind and wake up alone with a sore arse and cum
leaking out of it.The bastards would only pay for a blow too!
One of my wierdest punters was named Peter.He was and still
is a nice guy. I still do him.He's my longest serving
punter,being with me over 12 years now.
Anyways,Peter's preferred 'kink' was to have his whore all
dressed up in red lacy shit; basque,suspender belt,fishnets,no
panties,4 inch heeled red stiletto's and,to top off the
ensamble,a full length fur coat.
Now that sounds ok,doesn't it? Well Peter's fetish was to
have a smoking whore.That was what I was.He would get onto the
bed and I would have to ride him whilst smoking a cigarette or
two.Then we'd change places and he would fuck me with me
underneath him smoking away and looking disinterested in the
fuck.Then I would give him a blow job after he cum up me and
rested for a minute or two.Whilst blowing him I would sometimes
be asked to smoke.I'd chain smoke 5 or 6 cigarettes like that.He
brought them all in.He liked me to smoke Silk Cut cigarettes,the
brand that I prefer these days.Fuckin' cool or what!
We still would have to 'do' Leyroy when he wanted to have any
of us.He loved doing his newest girl.I was the newest one so I
got banged plenty.Mum was a little jealous 'cos she fancied
Leyroy herself.That was one of the reasons that she let him pimp
her.Make no mistake ; Sue is very strong minded,she wouldn't do
anything unless she wanted to.Leyroy had got into her system and
she prided herself on being his whore,just like Debbie did.To my
mind,mum never had a pimp before,I mean she stopped that guy at
King's Cross 'taking' me when I was 13,didn't she? So it must
have been love. Me? My fight was being eroded,the humiliation of
him fucking me and saying all those degrading things to me ate
into my very being.I was his whore,no matter what I thought about
it.This was my life...
Leyroy did like to spice things up from time to time.He
liked girly girl shows.That is,he liked two of us tarts to go at
each other hammer and tongs.'Fuck each other's brains out' he was
fond of saying.It was here that another chapter of my life
started and some glimmer of hope came through...
Her name was Colleen,top dog hooker.One day,with a break
between punters,Leyroy,as usual,called us all in.Coke ingested we
listened to what he had to say.This day,Leyroy wanted me to pair
off with Colleen.I was speechless! In all my years as a hooker,3
at that point,I had never ever done a woman.Now Colleen,super
slut,was going to be my first one.She took a hard drag of her
cigarette before passing it over to Debbie and then walked over
to me.She blew the stream of smoke out over my shoulder before
whispering 'are you ok with this?' to me.I frightenly whispered
back that I had never done this before.She smiled a delicious
smile and told me not to worry and just to '..follow my lead
baby...'.She gently caressed my face before giving me a French
kiss.Her tongue met mine,sloshing around in each other's blow job
hole.Her hand went up my lacy top and she caressed my
nipples.They were hard!She then pulled my red leather mini skirt
up about my waist and went down on me.Boy could she please a
woman.It still blows my mind to think that here I was,for the
very first time,having a woman take me.The best lesbian sex that
I had ever had was off this slut...and she was my first!
We swapped roles.I went down on her,just like she had done
on me.I nibbled her clitoris for all it was worth.I was rubbery
and tasted funny.She tasted and smelt of sperm too.Obviously she
had run out of condoms previously . Anyways,she liked it...I
could tell.We then got onto the floor in a 69 position and ate
each other out.I was ready to cum on her face.God knows how I
didn't!She then started to finger fuck me.I had never felt
anything like that.The sensation of anybody elses hands in my
vagina.
Oblivious to anybody else in the room I made my new found
feeling known.I moaned and groaned under the weight of all this
excitement that my body was getting.I could see the other girls
standing around,see their smiles and their mouths opening and
closing but I couldn't hear a sound!I was focussed on the job
that my pussy was getting and to use a American footballing
term,I was '..in the zone...'.I stopped eating Collen's snatch
and felt a huge wave of emotion build inside me.I yelled out
loads as I had my very first lesbian orgasm....
Colleen spoilt me for all other women.Much as I love
Karen,she never made me feel that way.More's the pity.In all my
time occasionally 'doing' women since then,the only other chick
that has got close to that has been Fran,the London hooker that I
had met down in Soho. Colleen was taking pride of place on my
pedestal.
I think that Leyroy could sense something so when we had
finished up and got to our feet,admist all the cheering,he then
took Collen and fucked her long and hard,looking me in the eye
occasionally as he did his 'duty'.Collen was oblivious to
this;Leyroy was her boss and just another fuck in a long line of
fucks to her.I cheered them on,afraid of getting a beating off of
Leyroy but I fell for her that day,hook line and bloodysinker...
When we left the room to go back to the lounge
again for 'business', I tried to sort through my feelings.Then I
thought about getting the right place and time to talk to her
about them.She was the first out of the trap, going upstairs with
the very next punter that walked through the door. 15 minutes
later she came down,sat on the couch and lit up a cigarette.
After her first couple of drags she faced my way and winked at
me.
It took a couple of hours before I had gained enough courage
to chat to her.She had just gone to use the loo and I waited
outside for her.I walked towards the toilet door and whispered to
her,embarrassed,that I wanted to talk to her.She smiled and we
walked in and closed the door behind us.
I nervously expressed my feelings to her.Before I could
finish she put a finger to my lips,telling me to keep quiet and
then the hand gently caressed my face.She brought her lips to
mine and kissed me tenderly before pulling away.Her fingers ran
traces around my lace covered breasts as she told me that she had
fancied me for ages.God,I was shocked!
My hand slipped down the front of her leather trousers and I
stroked her pussy mound and we kissed again passionately.For a
few short minutes I was in heaven but came back down to earth
when she pulled away and said '..we better get back to
work,darlin'..' and with that we went out of the loo and made our
ways,separately,down the stairs for more punters.
How I worked for the rest of the shift i'll never know.I felt
like a schoolgirl waiting on her first date.But then again,I had
never had a girlfriend,or a boyfriend for that matter,before so
this would be my first date....
For the next six hours I let man after man cum inside
whichever hole of mine that they had paid for;I didn't care who
used me.Like the night after I must have been made pregnant with
Martika,I just let myself be a cum dumping ground for the
punters.My pussy ached from all the attention that it had been
given but my mind was elsewhere.I was thinking of pussy,but not
mine....
It was 11:50pm when the final punter left the
house.Leyroy,as per usual,loaded up five syringes of heroin for
us to take before hometime.Tying the rubber strap arond my
thigh,I shot up first.This was a trick,pardon the pun,that all
the other whores used.Punters would check our arms for track
marks.Being smart we used our legs to cover the unsightly marks
made from being drug users.Punters didn't like to see drugged up
whores,marks on the arms would show us to be hardcore addicts and
just fucking them for some smack.This way it looked like,only to
the stupid one's,mind,that we were just there 'cos we wanted a
good 'cocking' as they say...
Mum picked up Martika,who had been playing in the
kitchen,oblivious to what I had been doing all day, and we made
our way out of the brothel and into the night air.Collen was with
us as we left.My leather trenchcoat made me look a little more
ladylike as we made our way home.Mary made her own way
home,living in a different area to ours,and Debbie stayed at the
brothel.
I liked Debbie but her priorities were fucked;she took great
pride in that she 'lived-in',eager to show just how loyal she was
to Leyroy and his cause. She lived it and breathed it.Anything
that Leyroy wanted her to do,without question,she did.She told me
that Leyroy had asked her to get her breast's enlarged 'cos
'...punter's like bangin' big titted blonde bimbo's and that's
what you should look like...',so she did.She dyed her hair blonde
just for him too.Platinum blonde.She used heavy make up too.She
was,if you like, our 'role model' in LA streetwalker chic.When
Leyroy asked her to get more piercings in her ears she did it
without question.Her ears were lined with six piercings
each.Collen had told me that before I had started there,Leyroy
had called her a 'fat fucker' and so she literally starved
herself for days on end in an effort to please him.Now...That's
fucked!
Colleen offered out her cigarettes on the way home,which both
myself and mum graciously accepted.We lit up and continued
walking,Collen's hand now firmly planted on my arse cheeks.I was
high!High on smack and high on life as I sauntered home with my
'woman'.I tried to smoke sexily as we went but probably acted
instead like a bad stereotype 'femme fatale'. Colleen was smoking
her's everyday style and mum's was,usually for her, dangling from
the corner of her red lips.Being close to Colleen I smelt her for
the first time.A combination of cum,cigarettes,Cristian Dior and
perspiration.Both mum and myself usually just smelt of cum.I
usually liked smelling of cum but I was with a 'lady' hooker
now,someone who prided herself.I was strictly 'bottom drawer',a
bargain basement fuck-hole for cocks to slosh about in.Just like
the the street hookers that we used to work with,that we were now
passing on the street.
Some of the girls jeered at us,some knew who we 'worked' for
and just looked sad at us.Were we now better than them?Having a
place to 'work' from?Having a 'better' pimp than they did?Sue
seemed to think so.She gave one girl the finger,tossed her head
skywards and walked off all snooty.It made me chuckle to myself.
I saw my old mate Sarah.She smiled and waved at me as she
entered a punter's car.God,we were SO close.I hadn't seen her in
what? Four months? What happened between us?Was it now the
company that I kept?I knew that she hated Leyroy,afraid of him
somewhat,but we were tight.Like sisters.What was so bad about
having Leyroy as my pimp?Sure he got me addicted to smack and
cocaine.Sure he'd beat me if I wasn't following his wishes.Sure I
let him fuck my brains out whenever he so desired.....
But he looked after my daughter.Maybe not as I intended,but
looked after her he did.He kept his side of the bargain.I kept
mine.I was his whore.I knew though,that if I was going to be
still there in twelve or so years time that he'd try to put
Martika out on the game too.He'd said as much.No....He said
EXACTLY that...
I threw my cigarette butt out into the gutter as we
walked.Nearing home two men were walking their dogs and I heard a
faint 'looks like the hookers are back' comment in the quiet
street.I felt like shouting 'Yeah?So fuckin' what? You wanna
ride?' but I didn't...
I take another sip of my coffee before turning my attention
to housework.God,I bloody well hate it but since I haven't
cleaned up since before Penny came over on Saturday evening I
better do some.Bloody Martika makes a hell of a mess as
well...Teenagers,who'd have 'em!
I'd normally let things slip a little but because Karen is
over here tonight I better make the effort.Last thing I need is
her giving me a rollicking when she comes home and have her do it
after a hard day at work.I like to go out to work with a clear
conscience and not have to have an argument beforehand.It's those
hours before 'hookerdom' that a pro spends getting herself
together,mentally,physically and spiritually. The physical is
easy.Slap on some 'war paint',a set of 'slut clothes' and you're
there.The other's need some peace and quiet,which is why I like
to meditate a while...
Martika will be at school and wondering what i'll be doing
tonight,i'm sure,I think to myself as I start to hoover up.Every
Monday night is the same;she'll ring up at 6:45 and ask what i'm
wearing and if i'll be ok for the night.I'll tell her.Then she'll
ask how many rubbers have I got and if I need some more to take
them from her bedside cabinet.Then have I got enough
cigarettes?Do I want to borrow any of her jewelery?How many
punters am I aiming to pull?Do I think my cunt will take it?
Puhhhleeeaaase! Sounds like my mother!
When she first started out we both went out
together.Whichever punter picked one of us up,the other would go
as well.When it was her turn with a punter she'd say,as we would
be walking up to the car, '..mum,tell me what you think of my
fucking afterwards?' and i'd sit in the passenger's seat whilst
they would get it on in the back.I'd watch her,with pride,taking
a stuffing from dick after dick in rear-view mirrors.Afterwards
i'd give her marks out of ten for her performance.
When it was my turn,she'd lean over the seat and watch
diligently, taking mental notes,of how her 'tutor' shags a
punter.During a fuck i'd sometimes catch her eye and her face
would glow with love and pride. That was always nice - a
daughter's respect and admiration of how her mother takes a cock
up her.
She's always liked the stories that i'd tell her,prior to
her birth,in those pre AIDS days when both myself and Sue would
think nothing of having 12 or more punters splattering our
insides with their goop and then feeling it trail down our legs
as the night progressed.She so wanted to find out what that was
like.On her first night out I made sure that she did...she loved
it all!
I hoover the front room first.That's always pretty neat and
tidy so I don't have to do much there.The hallway,ditto.The
lounge?Shit that's where Martika makes most of her mess.She
thinks nothing of leaving crumbs and wrappers lying around on the
floor.I keep telling her that she should tidy up herself,she is
old enough to,but she tells me to 'fuck off' and then we end up
rowing.I'd never tell my mum to fuck off.The kid's today....
Once the kitchen has been hoovered up as well I put the Dyson
away. Next is to clear up the kitchen table and wash up.It seems
like I'm the only one that does the washing up.Sometimes, just
sometimes,Karen will do the cooking and sometimes the
cleaning.Martika whenever she stays over doesn't know or can't be
bothered ( one of them...) to do any cooking.She can't
clean.......so...it's down to me.....
My heels clatter on the tiled floor as I make my way back to
the living room to get a ciggie.I light up and get back to the
kitchen,cigarette firmly held in mouth.I un- stack the kitchen
table,putting the used items into the sink and run the hot
tap.Putting some suds into the sink I get them wet and start the
washing up.I usually let the items drip-dry.Whilst I'm doing this
I chuckle to myself as I think about that Kitchen table. Prior
to my getting involved with lesbian Karen I was unashamedly
heterosexual and living with a man named Mark.We were together
for 3 ½ years,quite a long time.He answered an ad that I placed
in a contact magazine.It basically stated that I was a working
girl and wanted a partner that was ok with that.One that didn't
want to change me etc.It took quite a while to get the ad in the
mag as they thought that I was just some old 'tom' that was
looking to get a few more punters.I managed to convince them that
I was genuine and got quite a few replies.Most nutters. Some
perverts.Some that seemed ok about it but weren't.Some that
wanted me to change and then.....Mark.I had gone out on a few
'dates' with some and Mark was just one that I was trying out,so
to speak...
Well,we obviously hit it off and dated quite often,whenever
my 'career' allowed.He was just a fun guy to be around.After a
few months he moved in with me.That was great! He seemed to
accept that whoring was what I wanted out of life and liked me,as
he used to say,'...24/7 in slut mode..'.The sex that we had was
mostly fantastic.I'm quite an unusual hooker ; whereas most
wouldn't want sex with their partners after a full night
'whoring' I would welcome it!
But he changed somewhat.That mostly went together with the
kitchen table.......
Back when I was a full time druggie my hooker routine was to
get dressed,get made up,put on my jewelery,take a line or two of
coke,light up a fag,bless myself,make sure that I had enough
rubbers,fags and chewing gum to last my 'shift',put on my coat
and leave the building.When I was with Mark he'd sometimes
interrupt proceedings in a special and strange way...
I'd have just taken my two hits of coke and put on my
lipgloss,waiting for it to dry before I would have a fag.Then i'd
make my way into the kitchen, where my handbag would usually be
to try and make sure that I had my stuff.Now,before I would be
able to do that,on a regular basis Mark would hear my heels
clatter on the tiles and rush up to me and bend me over the
table.He'd then push up my mini skirt,get his dick out and shag
me over the table.Whilst he was drilling my hole,with his hands
holding onto my leather mini skirted hips for dear life,I would
be holding on to the table with the one hand whilst trying to
smoke my fag with the other.I would try to be still whilst he
humped me,thinking to myself '...c'mon,fuckin' hurry up. I've got
work to do...'.He'd cum up me,usually in a couple of minutes,
and pull out.Once his cock was out of my snatch he'd slap my ass
and tell me to hurry up. Looking back on it now,with a clear
mind,I think that my boyfriend did this to,for want of a better
term,leave his mark on me (no pun intended),just like animals pee
in corners of a garden signifies that it's theirs.It belongs to
them. Likewise,Mark cumming up me and letting me work with it
leaking down my thighs was a sign that I was his 'property',that
he was going to let men fuck my brains out with a condom but it
was only his joy juice that I let get in me. I always used to
hate it.I used to think it was 'cos I was dressed like a hooker
and just about to do the business,but now that I think about
it,it was about control.
Still,me and Mark had a really great relationship until I
caught him fucking my pregnant mother.She came down to stay for
the week and we did turn some tricks together on the odd night
but this one time she left me to it and whilst I was busy having
a record breaking (for me in Derby,at least!) 16 punters shafting
me all throughout the night,Mark was pumping my mum full of cum.I
came home and heard them grinding away at each other.Mark got the
boot shortly afterwards.
I confronted my mum the next day and she felt that it was ok
to share with her daughter.She still thinks that way....which is
why she wants to get off with Karen these days.Karen likes my
mother in an 'in-law' kinda way, but....the thought of Sue making
a pass at her fills her with dread.....
Sue and I had a bit of a fallout over it but it didn't last
long.At the time I was just getting over my rape.The first,and
only hopefully,that I had in Derby whilst I have been here.I had
kicked drugs at the same time,partly due to it,and was just
getting my confidence back.I had just been back on the streets
for a couple of months so I felt very betrayed.Karen was just
really a punter at that time and if it wasn't for her,and my mate
Emma especially,I think that I would have gone to pieces...
So we got over it.Mark spent some time as Sue's boyfriend but
after about 3 months he just couldn't take it.Like you would have
gathered,my mother is very extreme and Mark just couldn't put up
with her heavy drinking,drugging and smoking,not to mention the
heavy 'streetwalking' that she did.He'd hardly spend time with
her even though they lived together.. So he came back with his
tail between his legs wanting me back.I was with Karen then and
there was no way that I would have him back.Karen was worried
that I might but after a while she was confident enough to accept
that I was her 'baby' now....
With the plates,cups and cutlery left draining on the
sideboard I dry my hand and take my cigarette from my lips.I take
a couple more drags before grinding it out in the ashtray.Then I
turn my attention to finishing off my coffee before dusting and
polishing the place from top to bottom.Whilst doing so I put
another load into the washer.Makes you laugh,huh? A hooker being
house proud ? Well,it's my house and i've bought it.In just 6
years time I will have paid off my mortgage. Maybe quicker.They
always say to put your money into property and well,that's what
i'd done.
After I quit smack and coke,especially the coke,I found that
I had a lot more money to throw about.Stands to reason.Instead of
inhaling and injecting £1000 or more a week,I now have that much
to spend on myself.You can only have so much clothes,jewelery and
make up.Once you have what you need,what are you gonna spend the
rest on?I did treat myself,a few years back,to a breast
enlargement,that cost a good few thousand quid,and I have thought
about having my nose done,but that was it.The rest I've invested
in my 'whore pad'.I decorate all the way through once a year.I
like my house,it looks nice.
With all the washing hung up to dry I make myself a light
lunch.This being Monday I tend to do some swimming.I throw on
some casual stuff,put my bikini and toiletries into a bag and
head off into town.
Considering that i'm about to make myself healthy with
exercise,it's no surprise that I light up another cigarette along
the way.It's a pay off for me. Smoking is unhealthy and I do
these other things to keep me healthy.Unless you're a woman you
wouldn't understand....
Swimming is a good equaliser ; rich or poor,good or bad,that
doesn't matter.We're all semi- naked in the pool and we are there
to swim.In the pool i'm just Samantha,not some streetwalker.Of
course,some are there just to chat. That pisses me off.I hate
having to negotiate all the stupid,overweight,old bints that just
are there to socialise.Why the fuck get into the pool?Fuckin'
talk outside or summot!!It takes me just over an hour to complete
my mile and a half of breast-stroking.I swim to completion.I
don't take a rest.I pull my weary body from the pool, shower and
change.
Heading out into the afternoon air I light up again and walk
back home.Along the way I meet Emma again.Haven't seen her for a
day or two.She laughs at my appearance.She doesn't see me often
as all casual so it does make her smile.I offer her a cigarette
which she accepts and we walk together.
Per usual Emma is looking cool.Boot cut
trousers,stiletto's,lacy top and leather trenchcoat.Her makeup is
meticulous as is her hair.Me? I look like a drowned rat!She
doesn't do any exercise does our Emma,she thinks that it's funny
that any hooker would need to!
Like me,she loves her sex.Unlike me,she enjoys doing
facials.She likes men to cum over her face.She even does anal
from time to time.Privately,in her spare time,she even does
gangbangs.I've been invited and have gone to a few a number of
years ago,when she was just sweet seventeen.They were fun but I
much prefer my partner.Y'see,she doesn't believe in
boyfriends,just sex partners.
As we walk and smoke our way back home she asks if i'll be
out tonight.I reply that I will and we talk about what we're
going to wear.I haven't made my mind up yet I tell her.Emma says
that she's aiming to wear her hot pink leather minidress
tonight.She'll look great and will surely be a hit out on the
streets.
I say goodbye to Emma at her door.She invites me in and gets
me a glass of white wine.We go into her lounge and sit down to
drink.This is the first time i've been to her new house.It's a
two bedroomed en suite thing.It's clean and tidy.Suppose that
it's easy to maintain when you live on your own.Everything about
it is sparse and minimal,the complete opposite to mine.
Upon finishing up our wine and a couple of cigarettes,Emma
takes me on a tour.It all looks quite normal until she shows me
her 'working' bedroom.Y'see, Emma sometimes takes tricks home
with her.She prefers to bonk in a bed,rather than a car.There's a
massive mirror over the dressing table and a kingsize bed.
Opposite the bed is a large flatscreen television and a video/DVD
combo.In the rack by the side are a couple of dozenvideos and
DVD's that are all porn related.In amongst them lies my one and
only porn movie that Imade a few years ago.I got paid £1500 to
gangbang some guys and a girl.It was quite sad really.In it I had
to make a few 'costume changes';one as a hooker (easy,natch...),a
bride,aschool girl and a housewife.I didn't know that it would be
so involved.I thought they would,forwant of a better term,point
and shoot.No,lighting,camera angles and makeup took
awhile.So,consequently,to shag 6 blokes and a chick took about 7
or so hours.It made me think.I'd normally do that amount in less
than 2 hours.....
Emma likes to play those whilst she's doing a punter.She
toldme that it helped to get them off quicker.Around the room are
pornographic pictures in framesdecorating the walls.With a smile
she reaches for a photo album and lets me look.Some 50 or
sophotos,mostly Polaroid,are in there of her 'facials'. Most of
the guy's must have beenheavy cummers too,judging by the state of
her face!
Emma's dead excited to be showing me these.She tells me that
Iam the only person that she's shown them to.She understands that
i'll appreciatethem,which I do.She points out one in
particular,taken she said,from a gangbang session.In it her face
is plastered with goo and there are 4 or so cocks 'framing'
her.You can make out the faint trace of cum in her hair too! God!
I look at her face.She's grinning inanely,with absolute pridethat
she's showing me!
Changing the subject,Emma asks about Martika.She knows
aboutMartika's involvement in 'the business'.She's quite happy
about it,since Martika is kinda like a little sister to Emma.
Like I said before,Emma I can trust,and when i'm on 'the blob'
andcan't work then she's left in Emma's safe hands.
I tell her that Martika's doing fine.School doing well
andthat her 'whoring' is comming on leaps and bounds.She
smiles.Like me,Emma is happy to be a whore,unlike Rose,my mate
that works Nottingham,who hates it but can't stop
herselffromdoingit.WhentoldEmmaofMartika'sinvolvementshewas,like,
'Hey,that's prettykewl!',like it was a pretty 'normal' thing that
any mother would want her daughter to do.
"Y'know Samantha,I really wished that I had a mum like
you.Oryour mum.Like, showing mehow to sell pussy, how to 'whore
myself out',being around 'the business' from anearly age an'
all.That would have been sooo fine,y'know? I mean,you've shown me
theropes;kept me away from the drugs scene and taught me the
tricks of the trade,those'hooker rules'.Without you I wouldn't
be the hooker that I am today,y'know?" she says,lightingup
another cigarette.
Gee thanks!Like I was saying first thing this morning, a
'role model' for streetwalkers...
I thank her for her compliments and tell her that I have
togo.She smiles and walks me back down the stairs and shows me
out.I tell her that i'll see her tonight and make my way back
home.
It usually takes me 10 or so minutes to walk the
remainderhome so i'm back in no time at all.Getting in I look at
the clock.God,it's nearly 5pm.Time really does fly when you're
talking 'shop'.Karen'll be back in a few minutes or so and no
food isready.I quickly bung some chips into the oven,put some
mushy peas to boil and wait for herarrival...
Karen arrives,as per usual for her,on time.She's
alwayspunctual.Must be the teacher in her. As she steps through
the door I kiss her on the lips and put the kettle on to
boil.Whilst we wait for it i'm all over her like some love-sick
teenager. Shefingers my snatch as I straddle her lap.We kiss with
passion and lust.She likes that.I like to treather like a
princess 'cos that is what she is to me. Usually in same-sex
relationships,one partner will act out themasculine whilst the
other the feminine.In ours,we swap roles constantly.During this
time she's the 'man' comming home from a hard day at work and i'm
the 'housewife',waiting withlove,lust and other things,for her
'man' to come home.
The kettle clicks off,interrupting our 'loving' and I hop off
her to make the drinks.Drinks dutifully made I bring them back to
the lounge where we sit andtalk.
Karen asks how my day was.I tell her about the programme
onTV,the cleaning up that i've had to do,the swimming and of
meeting Emma in town.
Karen nodds.She knows Emma.In fact,she 'really'
knowsEmma.Before me and old Kaz here hooked up together as punter
and whore,she was one of Emma's regulars.She was pulling Karen
for 3 or so months and had told me about her. Now,Emmadoesn't
usually pull many female 'tricks' but she always used to be full
of enthusiasm forKaren.Used to tell me that she was '...one good
lay..' and after a while she gave Karen my numberand,well,she
rang me up and we got together.Instantly fell for each other as
well.Emm'swas a little pissed at this; taking her 'punter' off of
her,but she was very happy indeed when we became a
couple.'Well,that makes it alright,I suppose then.' she said to
me. The best girl gother!
Karen talks about her day at school over her tea.As I
reachover to get myself another cigarette,Karen is reminded of
catching a 12 year old girl smoking behind the school and
telling her off.
"They start so early these days." she says "Like you
startedoff Martika."
I blush."She was 13 though when she started.I was 9.Me
mamtaught me."
"Yeah and how many does Martika smoke when she's here,20?
30? 40?" she asks.
"She usually smokes about 40 a day,I thinkThis Saturday it
was60." I answer.
"Christ! Why?" she snaps "Doesn't she know it'll kill her?"
"Well.....Sue has apparently told her that she has to be
aheavy smoker if she wants to be like her.She fuckin' idolises
Sue."
"...and don't I know it!You do too.She's both of your
'rolemodel' isn't she? You really look up to her don't you?"
"Yeah,I do.She's the reason that I started and
continuehooking.You know that! No more, ok?" I snap back
"..she's my mum.The only one i've got.Look, i'mgonna be bangin'
punters in less than two hours so can we just chill out, I want
to relaxbefore all that with my honey, ok?"
"OK darlin'" she replies and kisses me on the lips.
END OF PT. 6
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