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Please note that if you are at all under the age of 18 then.....
what are you doing here?
You shouldn't be looking!This text is of an adult nature...........THANK YOU!!
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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 7 - Turning Tricks...
It doesn't take long before dinner is ready to serve.I dish
up the chips and peas,with a quickly fried egg each,as we take
our places at the dining table.I'm still angry at Karen.Why the
hell is she having a go at me?Karen has cooled down now as we
tuck in.Between mouthfuls I grab a couple of wine glasses and a
bottle of white wine from the fridge,which I open and pour out
two large glasses full.
"So what'll you be doing tonight while I am out?" I askher.
"I've got some lesson plans to do.That should keep me busy
for most of the night..." she answers,chomping on some
chips."...I wish you wouldn't have to go out to work..."
"I have to.It's what I do.My job..Let's do something
together tomorrow night,ok?"
"A lovely meal out together and then a nightclub?" sheasks.
"Sounds fine with me lover!" I answer. I lean over the table
and kiss her on the lips.I then resume with dinner.
Once the plate is empty and my glass of white wine is
finished I make my excuses and leave the table.Hurrying upstairs
for a shit and then a shower.It won't be long before I'll have to
be ready for work.I know that i'm an independent; I turn tricks
when I want to.But I like to be out there on time.'Time' for me
is 7:30 sharp.I hate being late.
It doesn't take long to have a dump and then shower.Whilst
i'm in the shower Karen runs upstairs and tells me that Martika
is on the phone.Fuck!I tell her to tell Martika that i'll phone
her later.
I enter the bedroom dressed in a robe with a towel wrapped
around my hair.After i'm dry I begin my
getting-ready-to-be-a-hooker cycle that I always undertake.The
clothes are on; black ankle boots,seamed fishnets,black leather
mini skirt,black lacy bra,long sleeved low-cut purple top.The
jewelery is in place - one large gold cross pendant,three chunky
necklaces, multiple gold bangles,dress rings,coin rings and
wedding ring.My hair is coiffured into place. What is left is
the makeup.Again,I normally light up a cigarette as I put my
'face' on,taking intermittent drags as I do so.Once my face is
it's usual 'plastered' self,I apply my earrings and then i'm
ready.
I stand up and look myself up and down in the full length
wardrobe mirror and admire my cheap,brazen slutty look.'Looking
good cunt' I say to myself under my breath as excess smoke
escapes out my flaring nostrils.The cigarette is ground out in
the ashtray,smoke wisping from it into the air.I look like i'm
ready to sell pussy.....
Cleverly negotiating the stairs I enter the living room
where Karen is sitting.I pirouette on the spot,doing a quick
'supermodel' strut down an imaginary catwalk.
"So.....how do I look?" I ask Karen teasingly.
"Like a ten dollar hooker.A fine piece of ass." Karen
replies,laughing as she does.
"Good." I smirk back.
I go out into the hallway and drag my ¾ length black leather
trench coat off of it's peg and put it on.I leave it open and
get my black/gold patent handbag from the kitchen and look
inside,inspecting it's contents.14 or maybe 15 medium sized
condoms,a lipstick,a lipgloss,a compact mirror,a fresh pack of
chewing gum,a fresh pack of cigarettes,my half smoked pack,a
lighter,my mobile phone and my purse.I always make sure my purse
is empty when I go out. That way,I know EXACTLY how much I have
made.....
I can't fit my perfume in tonight so i'll just have to stay
smelling of stale cum when i'm at work.I unwrap a stick of
chewie and work it over with my jaw before I take a moment to
bless myself and then light up a cigarette.Kissing Karen goodbye
I leave the house,but not before I hear Karen's faint voice
reminding me to phone Martika...
I strut over the few streets distance to the red light
area,working on both that cigarette and that chewing gum in a
seductive way.It's 7:30 exactly when I get to my spot.It's a
cold,dark autumnal night but I sure as hell don't feel cold.The
feeling of excitement and apprehension is what's keeping me warm
tonight.The apprehension of getting my first cock of the
night.The excitement of pulling sexy men (and women..) and of
fucking as many of them as I can before I get back to my Karen's
arms.I'm aiming to be doing 14 or so punters before midnight
comes. That's the addiction of the lifestyle for me;brazenly
banging as many anonymous no-name punters as I can.That's the
reason that i'll always be an old pro.....
My mobile phone rings,bringing me back to earth with a
beep!I scurry around for it in my bag and bring it out.It's
Martika's number I notice as I answer the call.
"Hello Martika." I answer.
"You ok mum?" she asks.
"Yeah sure,hun.How was your day?"
"Oh school's just been there,y'know?Nuthin' exciting
really."
"You had biology today.Go ok?And art?" I ask.
"Yeah fine mum.Biology was on reproduction.Like I don't
know already!" she giggles down the phone."...and art was cool.I
drew the 'Hysteria' album cover.." she continues proudly,knowing
that i'm a big Def Leppard fan.
"Hey,that's cool.You'll have to show me."
"I ain't painted it yet.I'll be doing that in future
lessons.I'll show ya then."
"Can't wait darlin'" I answer,reaching into my bag for a
cigarette.
"So mum,who've you done so far?" she eagerly asks.
I nearly drop my unlit cigarette from my lips...
"Fuckin' hell love,I've just bloody got to my spot!" I
snap back,lighting then inhaling on my cigarette. "...I ain't
had a moment yet to sell me cunt!"
"Sorry mum.I thought you'd pull by now.Do you feel ready
to fuck tonight?"
"'Course I bloody well do! I wouldn't be out if I wasn't
would I?Sometimes Martika you can be such a twat!"
She has to ask me those questions.Boringly I answer.Yes -
leather mini,purple top,ankle boots.Yeah - got enough
condoms....and fags....and chewing gum!Too late to let me borrow
your jewelery now even if I wanted to,isn't it?Etc,etc,etc...
"Text me mum and tell me how you got on later." she asks.I
tell her that I will.....
God is she eager to 'put out'.The girl can't wait until
she's 16 to go full-time just like me and my mother,Sue.God,when
I took her down to King's Cross during the summer I thought that
she'd die of excitement!She was a 'propper' full-time
streetwalker for a week and she'd fuck so much some days that
she'd tell me the next morning that she had no feeling in her
pelvis!Her 'dad' doesn't know,of course,that she's aiming to be a
full-timer just like me.How and when she'll tell him I dare not
even think about..I just wished she was as eager to do the
housework and cook when she comes over to my house....pipe
dream....
I put my phone back into my handbag and take another drag
from my cigarette.There are a few cars around.Not many girls are
about yet.So,hopefully,I will be able to get some quick punters
in.
I'm just finishing off my cigarette when a familiar car
pulls up.Stooping at the driver's window,after putting boot to
cigarette butt,I notice that it was Alan,the black guy that I saw
on the Friday night.Obviously he liked his ride then and he
wants more of me.
"Hiya babe.It's Alan,right?How are ya?You wanna do something
with me?" I ask coyly.
"Yeah,it's Alan.Well remembered.What's your name again?" he
answers.Punters always seem to forget our names.We are,after
all,just a hole for them to drill ain't we?Who cares about our
names?
"It's Samantha.Or Sammy-Jo.Whatever.What do you want?" I
answer,chewing on the gum.
"Well I remember feeling upyour ass on Friday and thinking
to myself that i'd like to stick mycock up there.You up for ass
fucking?" he answers.
"To shove that huge thing that your packin' up my poop
chute?Yeah,i'm game.It'll cost ya £50 for that............With a
rubber." I state brazenly.
"That's fine.Hop in." he says,producing his wallet as he
does so.I stroll around the back of his car,making note that he
has money in his wallet and get to the passenger'sside.The door
swings open and Alan's hand appears complete with two £20's and a
£10.My fee...Snatching it up I get into the car and put it into
my purse.The seat-belt is fastened and we make our way to my
usual place of work - the local car park.
There already is a 'working car'; a car carrying a
prostitute and her punter.Looking closely I notice the head that
is bouncing up and down on the punter's cock.It looks like
Emma.My,she has started early tonight!
Y'know,I haven't done anal sex in quite some time.Before I
started dating Karen.Back in my days as a 'brothel girl' you can
bet that there was always a couple that wanted to bang away at
my back door,so to speak.But since moving to Derby?Not even in
double figures... I'm a little worried.One point being my
inexperience in this type of sex (will he like doing it with
me?Will I still be good at it?),the other being that I know that
he has quite a hefty knob. Will it fuckin' hurt me?Will I be
able to 'take him all the way in'?Good job I had a shit before
comming out tonight!
After unclipping the seat-belt I take off my leather
trenchcoat and drape it over the passenger's seat.I get into the
backseat and watch as Alan follows suit.As he gets his large
black dick out I get a condom from my handbag and sensuously tear
it open and pop it into my mouth.He's hard now.With eroticism
and practice I slowly lower my mouth over his throbbing
member,slowly coating his penis in the thin membrane.I purr as I
do so.Punters seem to like that.Then I turn around and raise my
mini skirt up above my waist,my torn seamed fishnets and
suspenders framing my smooth ass.I lower my left hand to my cunt
lips and proceed to finger fuck myself for about half a
minute.Although I can't see him I can hear Alan groaning 'Oh
man!' under his breath.Kewl!
I scoop up some of my cunt juices and lubricate my tight
anus,hoping that it will ease the burden of his large
dick.Wiggling my ass in anticipation I announce my readiness for
him.
"Ok Al,stick it in." I say in a matter of fact way.
I feel Al's large hands grabbing tight hold of my hips as
he begins to edge closer.His cock tip is at the entrance of my
hole.He slowly,methodically slides it in as I take a deep breath.
With his cock roughly half the way in he pulls out some way
before one final shunt inside my bum hole.Fuckin' hell.I could
feel my sphincter spasm around the tight organ.The pain burned.
I was willing myself to relax.Al stayed fully in whilst I did
so.When we both felt the tightness easing off Al began jerking
his spear in and out.Pretty soon he was sliding all the way in
and out of 'cock-hole #2'.We both moaned aloud; me in discomfort
and his was of pleasure...
"Oh god! Keep rammin' me Al.Keep it movin',babe" I hissed
in no general direction.
"C'mon Sam,keep milking my cock.Keep milkin'..." was his
mantra.
With the car rocking on it's suspension and me rockin'
inside of it I felt a wave of sheer perversity come over me.
"Fuckin' talk dirty to me.Call me shit." I cried.
Al,between breaths,called me a shitload of names.I was a
cum hole,a slut,white trash,a nigger's plaything,a filthy
hooker.All sorts.I was getting off.Al,bless him,was getting his
rocks off.His ball sack was slapping away wildly between my
legs.I was thrusting back at him.I had, after some 10 minutes of
being rammed by this wild black guy,got a sense of him tightening
up as the sap rose from his balls and began spurting into my
rectum.Defiling me in the place that you have to be a complete
slut to live in.I was that slut......
He pulled out after letting his member come to a halt for
a moment or two.Within seconds the condom was off and his willie
was safely tucked away into his pants.He was back in the
driver's seat as I was fumbling with my leather mini Shimmying it
back down to just cover up my stocking tops.I climbed back into
the passenger's seat and put on my trenchcoat.We synchronised
sighs and laughed.
"Man,that was really something!" Alan exclaimed.
"Thanks darlin'.All in a days work for us 'dirty hookers'
y'know?" I said smiling.
God I needed a cigarette!I asked Al if I could.He smiled
and acknowledged and so I lit up. Never has a cigarette been
more needed!I inhaled deeply,letting the smoke gently caress my
longing lungs before I exhaled.Al smiled.
"What?" I asked before taking another huge drag.
"You're always smokin',ain't ya?" he grinned.
"Comes with the job to me.Smoking after sex." I say,winking
at him.
"You are a dirty hooker you know."
"I know Alan.Babe,I know."
Alan drove back to my spot.Me smoking and talking and him
just listening.Once there I gave him a kiss and thanked him for
picking me.See Hooker Rule #3.I got out and felt really
wicked.Alan piped as he drove off.That was nice....
Finishing off my cigarette I noticed a transit van pull
up.Inside were two males.They asked me if I was 'working'.I said
yes,of course.Now,what i'd normally do would be to have nothing
to do with them.Safety being the reason.A couple of punters at a
time could rob me or.god forbid,rape me.Maybe even both.What I
would NEVER do was what I actually did!
They both wanted me at the same time ; one a BJ and the
other doggie style.We fixed a price.The cost of a BJ was £25 and
full sex was £35.'Danger money' and just sheer 'kink' money
would add on another £20 to that.So,I agreed to it for
£70.Condom for full sex and a 'Bare Back' blow job.I told them
that if they gave me shit i'd kick the crap out of them.They
agreed.
I was well aware that my sheer sluttiness from 'doing' Alan
had put me in a compromising position.But it was a price I was
willing,for tonight only,to pay..
I took the money from them and placed it down my bra before
sliding around and getting into the back of the transit.On the
floor lay an old mattress.I made myself at home there as we
drove off,with me giving them instructions on how to get to my
'workplace'.Once there they both make their way into the
back.One stands behind me.I blow on the condom in my usual
seductive manner,take off my trenchcoat and pull up my skirt.I
settle down on all fours.The guy in front of me has his cock out
and is gently stroking it,getting it hard.
"Let me help you with that..." I coo,grabbing it with my
outstretched hand,pulling him closer towards me.As I bring his
cock towards my purple painted lips I feel my other punter
probing my vagina with his penis.I swirl my tongue around his
member and engulf it, swallowing it deep into my mouth.
My other punter is hard at work,thrusting away at my now
slick vagina.He mutters under his breath about him '..giving me
one..'.I'm not at any liberties to say anything because my throat
is getting a workout all of it's own.
It's been a long time since i've done two punters at the same
time.Some years ago when I did the sex video,one part was of me
getting stuffed by two guys.One up my 'chute the other in my
cunt.Then another scene had me with one in my mouth and one in my
cunt,just like right now.The only other time was of my 'hen
night',or as Leyroy my pimp put it,my 'fucks night'. The bastard
videoed it and later showed it to my hubby.But that's another
story......
My oral punter is starting to caress my head and pump it
gentle up and down on his lap.Soon his balls begin to ache and
he starts to spend in my mouth.I take it all in.With him finished
off I can concentrate on getting off his mate.I start to
moan,eyes rolling backward and mouth wide open as he slides his
penis in and out,in and out.My cum plastered tongue is clearly in
view as I do so.So oral punter will have something to tell his
mate later....
I have my orgasm shortly before my backseat driver shoots
his load.I don't think that he minded.He prabably thought that
it was 'cos of the way he was using his dick inside me.Now,
don't get me wrong,he did ok but,it was the thought of myself
being so,well,how can you say it? Slutty?Yeah,slutty.It was my
being so slutty that really made me cum.
As the guy in my vagina is shuddering to a halt,I tell mr
oral that I loved sucking his dick, that it was just the diet
that a slut like me needed.He gulped!Ha...
As the guy emptied my vagina of his cock I spun round and
carefully rolled off his condom. Both punters looked in
amazement as I carefully tied the end of it and put it in my
handbag. Shimmying down my leather mini skirt to conceal my
'assets' I was ready to be drove home. Soon I was back to my
'spot' again.I got out the van and waved them goodbye.God,tonight
was going great!
10 minutes and another cigarette passed before I pulled
again.My next punter was John who I did just a few days ago.Must
have got a bonus at work....
John drove to the car park and did what he usually did - give
me a good hard shag.As I was getting shunted around the back
seat of his car I think how great it is to have 'regulars'.Being
a long time prostitute a lot of punters know me on 'the scene'.It
takes a while,3 or so months, to get to where I got some
regulars.Prostitutes survive on a kind of word of mouth thing.One
punter tells another what a great lay they've had and with who
and so another 'tries' you out.
There are 3 ways of getting regular punters and of getting a
'reputation'.One is to undercut the other hookers.To charge
less.That way you get more people wanting a 'go' but at the risk
of pissing off the other hookers.That lacks self respect.Another
way is to do whatever the punters want you to do.That can lead
to weird shit and can lead to getting into dangerous situations
(..like me and the van earlier..).The last,and indeed,best way
that I think a whore should operate is just to be a 'bloody good
lay'.That means doing your best.Fucking your best. That's the
way that I work...
I was giving John my best and soon I was bleeding his balls
dry of semen.He pulled out and I took off his condom and did
with it as before.I got into the front,put on my trench coat and
we drive back to my spot.I kiss and thank John and get
out.Immediately after John's car pulls away,a police car pulls
over to me.Oh shit.
"Hello Samantha." shouts one of the cops in the car.There is
also a passenger.Fuck....I have to talk to them now!
"Hello guys.What are you doing around here?" I coo,seductivly
feeding myself another Silk Cut cigarette.I light it up.
"We've been watching you work.Soliciting is an offence.We
should take you in."
"For what?Getting into cars?" I snap inhale.
"Sam,you know as well as we do what you've been up to.You're
a known prostitute with quite a number of soliciting offences to
your name already.You can come in,go to court and pay your
fine.."
"Or what?" I ask,inhaling again.
"We find some other way to forget that we've seen you.You
understand?"
"I guess so." I answer.
"Well get in the car and we'll see if we can work this
out,eh?" states the officer of the law.
I take a long hard drag of my cigarette before throwing
half my cigarette out into the gutter.I hate to do that.A
cigarette should be smoked all the way down to it's filter.But,I
suppose,need's must...
Blowing the excess smoke out of my mouth I mince over the
front of the car and into the back seats.I close the door and
buckle up.We drive a fair way off into a different car park.One
that I do frequent from time to time.With this cop...
This way,fucking a cop,keeps me out of prison.Mum's been
in for a short spell.Weeks I think.I think that after a while
and so many fines they do decide to '..throw you in the
slammer..'.She didn't cope that well with it,being a heavy drug
addict,she was hard pushed to get enough smack to keep her
normal.She went 'cold turkey' and was nearly scratching her own
eyes out.It's kinda scary how drugs can get ya.Being stuck in
prison was a nightmare! Sue has,I suppose,done that 3 times
now.It's not one thing that she brags about.She remembers the
pain....
When Martika learned of her spell in prison she was quite
shocked.She was kinda proud. That was until she and I went to
visit her there...
When she got back out she immediately scored some
drugs.Because of her tollerance levels went down she was in
quite a pickle.She nearly OD'ed.It took her a while to get back
to her normal intake.She hated injecting and coke wasn't easy to
find.Sure she'll inject when she needs to but prefers to snort
coke.
So,what stands between fines and then jail,at the
moment,is my talents with my vagina and my mouth.Sometimes you
have to eat shit,I suppose.
I pull up my skirt for the nth time tonight and await the
driver.He likes to do me without a rubber.His mates looks in
disbelief.Worried for his friend.
"Don't worry.For an old slag she's very clean.Aren't ya
Sam?" he states.
I grit my teeth and confirm.With trousers down and cock
sticking out he roughly enters me,pushing himself fully into my
vagina.He hurriedly bonks away at me.I'm still in my trench coat
and feel quite warm already,sweaty even.God,I wished that I had
my perfume with me!
Leather on leather creaks and groans under the constant
shunting around that my body is getting.I feel around for his
buttocks and grab them,forcing him further inside me.Soon,very
soon infact,he cums inside me.Spraying my insides with that yummy
white wash.After a few seconds he pulled out and wiped the end
of his knob on my top.
He pulls up his trousers and gets back into the driver's
seat,goading his friend into getting a blow job from me.He
grudgingly agrees and gets in the back and I suck his balls
dry.With his satisfaction complete he get back into the front of
the car.
"Samantha,show my mate your tat will ya." the driverasks.
I pull my arm out of my coat and pull my arm out of my top
and show him my 'branding'.
"God,it says 'Leyroy's Bitch,#5 Samantha." his mategasps.
"She used to work for a black pimp.Fuckin' branded her he
did.She used to be a cheap brothel slut.Strung out on drugs.Now
look at her,an independent streetwalker slut." he laughs.
For fuck knows how many years now I have done this copper
and his occasional 'mates', roughly every other week.I don't
make no money from it.They don't take any money from me and they
usually have to hurry up fast to continue with their
jobs.Thankfully....
I'm driven back to my spot and let out.The cop car speeds
off.Thankfully I have only wasted 15-20 minutes of my time on
them.
Emma runs up to me in her hot pink leather number.She
offers me a cigarette and lights me up.I inhale and blow the
excess smoke over her shoulder.
"Sam.You ok?Did they bone ya?" she asks,puffing away on
her fag.
"Yeah." I answer,drawing on mine.
We stand around a while,talking shit like you do,and a guy
walking the streets gets off with Emma,taking her down the local
alleyway to do the business.I quickly pull another guy in a car
and we drive on to the car park.He wants 'head'.He gets 'head'.5
minutes later and i'm back on the street.
A female driver drives up to me and then drives off.A few
minutes later and she's back again.I saunter up to the car and
she asks me, hesitantly, how much I would charge to 'eat her
out'.I chew on my gum a few seconds before we agree a price of
£35.She gets her money from her purse to hand to me and
nervously drops it on the seat.She apologises,stuttering,before
she hands it to me.I seductively ease myself into the car beside
her.
"You ain't with the police,are ya honey?" I ask,staring
into her eyes.
"G..g.g..god,no.I've never done this before." she meekly
states.
"Well that's ok then.Don't worry." I answer back.
I caress her face gently with my left hand,kiss her on the
cheek and give her my 'wide eyed lesbian look'.That's my way of
showing that she's attractive to me.
Lesbian punters are different to men.Very
different.Whereas men just want to get their end away in
anything with a hole,the female punters want to feel loved and
attractive.That is, the ones that you pick up from the street
do...
This punter's name I quickly find out is Jenny.Jenny is in
her late 30's and has her hair neatly tied back,blonde streaks
and all.She is sure a fine looking chick.In her short blue skirt
suit and white low cut blouse she must be some sort of office
worker or something.I guide her to my 'workplace' and she turns
off her engine,unclips her seat belt and faces me.I unclip mine
and we gently kiss and caress each other.My hand works its way
through her synthetic blouse and onto her breasts,tweaking her
nipples.Her tongue darts to and fro into the further reaches on
my mouth.'God,she's horny' I think to myself...
It carres on for 10 minutes or so before I decide to cool
it down a little.I draw away smiling, before pulling off my
trenchcoat and moving my head,subtly indicating to Jenny to get
into the back seat of her car.At the second attempt she gets my
drift....thank god!
Jenny lies down in the backseat and I gently pull her mini
skirt up to her waist.She's wearing a pink thong.I pull that
down around her ankles.Pulling up my leather mini skirt I
brazenly show her my 'muscle of love',my vagina.Our eyes meet.She
looks kinda excited.With my purple nails on display I begin to
finger fuck myself for the second time tonight.After a few
seconds I pull my hand out and grab Jenny's,replacing my fingers
in my vagina with hers.She finger fucks me
slowly,hesitently,before upping the pace.My head is back and my
mouth is open.Women like that.I look down and remove her fingers
from me,liking them clean,before I lower myself on top of
her,smearing my vagina onto hers like an exotic lap dancer.We
kiss wildly for a short spell before I ease myself down her body
so that my mouth hovers over her moist vagina.With my tongue I
lick and tickle her private parts.I nibble her clitoris with my
teeth and send her over the top.Whilst I am doing all
this,Jenny's hands are caressing my head and hair.
"Oh god Samantha.I love what you're doing to me.I love
it...love it..I...I...Love you" she gushes.Oh fuckin' hell!Just
what I need...
Punters are quite strange.Some of them just want a little
'fun',others say that they love you after only one time in the
sack together.It's mostly men who are like that.How,for the life
of me,they can think that you have been paid to fuck them,and
that means you love them,I really don't know.This business can
be weird sometimes.....
Jenny climaxes and I lick out the residue.She seems
happy!Pulling myself up I caress her face again and kiss her
passionately on the lips before I get myself together again -
skirt down and trench coat on,and slide into the pasenger's
seat.
Whilst Jenny is fumbling away in the back seat with her
clothes,I take out my lipstick and reapply,giving them a fresh
coat of lipgloss afterwards.This seems to get Jenny excited.I ask
if she minds that I have a cigarette.She okay's that and I draw
one from my packet and proceed to light up.I take a few drags,a
fresh coating of purple lipstick covering the filter,before I
notice that we ain't moving yet.Jenny is staring at me
intently.Must be the cigarette.I offer her one.She replies
"...er....can I have your's..." Oh god!I give it to her and she
lovingly draws on it as I light up another for myself.
As we drive off and smoke we make small talk.Jenny tells me
that she's never done this kind of thing before,again!,that I
look 'very sexy in leather..' (!) and that she's really,really
happy and relieved that she picked a 'nice prostitute' like me
for her first time.Hey,it's the first time that i've been called
'nice'!
It makes me wonder to myself what exactly a 'nice
prostitute' would be like?Are they the kind that helps old
ladies across the street before fucking their grandson's brains
out?Hmmm...
We get to my 'spot'.I take off my seat belt and start to
open the door.
"Can..can I see you again sometime Samantha?" Jennyasks.
"Sure,sure babe.I'm out here most nights of the week." I
answer.
"No.." Jenny shakes her head "..can I see you 'outside'
of work?" she states.
"Look,sorry luv.I have a partner already.You're really
lovely but,work is work.I'll happily see you again if your out
on the streets but,I don't mix work with pleasure.Sorry." I
answer, kissing her on the cheek.
I get out and she drives away.Probably dejected.I hate
that.Look,I liked her.She was cute. She paid for sex and that's
what she got.Contract completed.But why,why do I feel so shitty
in turning her down on a 'real date' when that doesn't even
enter the equation?
I take one huge last drag from my nearly spent cigarette
before throwing the butt to the floor.The cone of excess smoke
smoke flies out to the darkened sky for the longest time.I'm
really thirsty now.Smoking really makes you want to have a
drink,doesn't it.
Luckily Emma approaches me.I know that she carries
around with her a hip flask full to the brim with brandy.I ask
for a shot.She takes it from her bag and I take a hit before
giving it back.Another hit is taken,from Emma,before it's back
into her bag.I ask Emma for the time. It's 9:45pm.Just then my
mobile phone rings.Getting it from my bag I notice that it's
Martika again,checking up on me.
"How are ya mum?" she asks.
"I'm alright.You done your homework?" I answer.
"'Course I bloody well have!Dad won't let me do fuck all
without making sure I do my bloody homework first,the bastard!"
she snaps back.
"Martika" I shout down the phone "..don't you fuckin'
well slag off ya dad.He works hard for you,y'know?He's got your
best interests at heart.He doesn't deserve that!"
"Sorry mum.I know..."
"Don't sorry me,say it to your dad." I interject.
"I know,i know.But why do I have to do all this bloody
school work when you know and I know that all I wanna do is look
like some slut and sell my pussy just like you and Sue does. You
don't need bloody GCSE's for that!"
"Well,do you want to be an educated slut who makes a
business out of selling her cunt,or do you want to be some
brainless bint who burns out before she's 20 and is no use to any
fucker?Which one do you want to be Martika?" I snap back.
"Okay mum,I get your drift.But it's hard!"
"Life's never easy.Get yourself an education and then get
to be a streetwalker.That's the deal.Enough already.Get back to
bed!" I switch off my phone.
It's really hard being a parent.Especially when your
daughter's role model is your mum. Sue,I love her to pieces,but
she really hasn't much of an education.She has no qualifications
and the only things that she can,and does,talk about are
cigarettes,drugs,clothes,makeup, perfume,sex,music,alcohol and
prostitution.Clothes?Not 'designers' but,who makes the trashiest
clothes.When mum thinks of movies it isn't 'Star Wars' and 'The
Matrix' but 'The Story Of O','Debbie Does Dallas' and 'Whore'!
If I do sometimes think of myself as 'trailer trash' then Sue
must be 'gutter trash' and I mean that in the nicest way
possible...
"Was that Martika being a dick?" Emma asks,drawing on a
Malboro.
"Being a dick and wanting dick.." I say and smile.
"Ahhh,she'll be alright." Emma says."Wait until she starts
up,she'll do fine."
"I know,but it's my mum.She has such a hold on her." I
reply back sighing.
"Your mum,Sue,is really cool though,isn't she?When Martika
starts up she'll find her way, just like we all do."
philosophises Emma.
Just then a car pulls up,forcing me back into the realm of
reality and of my job here.I strut over to the car,having just
said goodbye to Emma,and brazenly lower my head to the driver's
window.He's Chinese and quite good looking.It's quite hard to put
an age on Chinese punter's, they're quite youhful looking.
I reel off my prices and he agrees to full sex.Money in
hand I get into the car,taking the journey to my 'workplace'
once again.As we fuck away in the backseat,I think about my plans
for tomorrow.
I have an appointment at the G.U. Medical clinic,"The
William Donaldson Clinic" to give it it's proper name.More
commonly known as 'The clap clinic' to us working girls.Now,don't
worry,I ain't got anything,but I make sure that I go there every
month for a full sexual health check up.I like to make sure that
I don't catch anything from the punters and I really don't want
to give 'anything' to them,god forbid!That would really ruin my
'reputation'....
They ask for a sexual 'history',take blood tests,have a full
vaginal 'probe about' to make sure that all is clean (?!!) and
well up there.They know all about my streetwalking and don't
show their displeasure outwardly to me about it.Stands to
reason,don't it?If it wasn't for sluts like me they wouldn't
have a job!They also ask about IV drug usage,something that I did
do,as that can cause complications.I try to be as honest as
possible,after all,I do want to make sure that i'm fine.The
whole thing can take a while,mostly waiting around with
others.It's quite funny really.Most women that go there are
looking down to the floor and ashamed,trying to pretend that
they're invisible.Me?I just act normal.It's a health check up for
my job so why do I have to look ashamed for?
I make sure that Martika goes every six months or so.She
doesn't really understand how 'important' it is for a young
woman.Probably because she's young and feels invincible to all
these ailments.Martika is booked under her 'dad's' surname,so as
not to arouse suspicion that I am 'pimping her out'.If that
get's to the authorities then her dad would know,I wouldn't be
allowed in contact with her and Martika would probably be put
into care.We don't want that..
They do give advice on how to keep yourself safe from
diseases as well.Like,as if I didn't know! I could probably tell
them more.....
So that's at 10am sharp.I'll probably have a run at around
midday,followed by another swim.Then home and tarted up,over to
see Toni and Martika for a couple of hours and then bach home on
the bus to get ready to wine and dine my lover,Karen.
Karen puts up with a lot of shit from me.For an 'engaged'
couple we don't go out nearly enough together.I do try to spend
Saturday and Sunday days with her,or when i'm on the 'blob',but
the rest of the time is just 'work' for me...Hey,I admit it,i'm a
workaholic!
When she has work parties,like xmas and the like,i'm usually
dragged out.They know that she's a lesbian and that i'm her
'partner',but she would really die if they had any knowledge
that I was a pro.That would do her career aspirations no good at
all....probably get her the sack,so I have to keep stum about
that.The other teachers are quite nice but I can't help feeling
their eyes on me,as the 'token' lesbian in their party.Still,what
did I say earlier today about the state of the world and
sexuality?
With my Chinese punter finishing banging away at my cunt and
pulling out,I take off the condom and tie it up again.Back into
my handbag with all the others it goes.I make myself presentable
and we drive off.I'm back on the streets minutes later,ready for
another punter...
Minutes later and i'm down on my knees in the 'hooker
alleyway' giving a young white teenager a blow job.I deep throat
his 'tool' and he spends in my mouth.Quarter of an hour and one
cigarette later i'm banging away with another guy in the car
park.Another quarter of an hour,another cigarette,another cock
goes into my vagina in the car park.
The last hour or so before 'Cinderella hour' can drag
sometimes.I stuck out here at my 'spot' for what seems another
quarter of an hour before I pull again.Yet another cock goes into
my vagina,this time down the alley.I'm up against the wall being
shafted for the first time tonight.Whilst i'm being
banged,another whore named Kat is doing likewise further down the
alley.She fixes me with her hard steely eyes before her
attentions are brought back to that of her punter.She's late
twenties,just like me,and she sees me as
'competition'.Still,she's hasn't gave me shit over it...
I do another two punters,separately of course,down in the
the car park before I decide that it's time to finish for the
night.It's 12:10 am,I light up yet another Silk Cut cigarette and
start to do my maths.That's 3 oral sex,1 anal,9 vaginal and 1
'other' - my lesbian trick.That's 14 happy - or so I hope!-
customers that i've had tonight.That's pretty kewl!
Whilst myself and Emma are walking back home - we always
wait for each other to finish up - I can hear the clattering of
heels on the other side of the street.That's kat making her way
home.Kat strutting her stuff.Kat,or Catrina to give her her full
name,is a raven haired tart. She's an IV drug user and probably
#2 in the scheme of things in the Derby 'red - light
brigade'.She hates that i've got a bigger 'rep' than her and that
I am freelance.She's walking home to her pimp,drawing on her
cigarette as she does so.She's got quite a reputation also...
but mine's better!
I tell Emma of my date with Karen.What I hope that we'll do
together.She looks kinda sad, hoping that I would have been
working tomorrow.She's one of my best mates.Drawing on her
cigarette she tells me that she understands that I need time with
my 'partner'.I think that it's at times like these that she
wishes that she had someone herself.That she had 'something' or
indeed 'someone' for after work is over.A hobby other than
sex.But she hasn't......
I leave Emma at her door before I continue the short
distance back to my house.As I get to the gate I light up again
before comming it.Karen has the TV on low and is curled up on the
sofa,lights dimmed,with a mug of tea .She looks up as I comein.
"You had a good night,darlin'?" she asks.
The cigarette is dangling between my lips as I hang up my
trench-coat.I come back in and reply that I have in muffled
tones.I take the cigarette from my lips,holding it way out of the
way as I bend down and give Karen a little snog.I perch on her
lap,one arm around her waist, the other continuing the reflex
action of smoking.I continue to snap inhale as we chat about her
school work,Martika and some of my punters.Just a normal
conversation in our house....
Tonight it seems that Kaz doesn't mind that I talk about
work.She's in a relaxed frame of mind.That's good.Usually I just
say that the night has been good or not.Tonight she's lettin' me
talk openly about stuff.I tell her about the cops,about Kat and
stuff.But not about Jenny, the lesbian punter.God,if she knew
'bout that she'll kill me.Rule of thumb : lesbian's don't
usually like their 'women' to taint themselves with other women!
Grinding my butt out in the ashtray I get up to make myself
a coffee before snuggling back down with Karen,watching some
frankly 'wallpaper' programme on the old goggle box.I have my
last cigarette of the night with my coffee,black of course,before
I pull my weary frame from the sofa and upstairs into the
shower......Work has been good but tiring!
END OF PT. 7.
Well,that's the end of "A Pros Life Pt. VII".Hope you have
enjoyed it.Feel free to Email me at Samm199294@aol.com as all
comments and feedback are greatly recieved.Samantha xxx
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