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 This one involves Heterophobia, so let me get something straight: The
Man-hating lesbo is not a thing, but the myth still persists.  There's
manhating straight girls, manhating female rapists, and yes also manhating
Lesbians, but it has nothing to do with being gay.  Just like the most
common type of Misogynist is a straight guy, and those chauvenists are the
ones who came up with the myth of the man hating dyke.  Don't You believe
It!  They're just trying to validate their worldview, while knowing less
than nothing about actual lesbianism.  (Except for the shit they make up,
to invalidate them)
   TBPH, but that's not who this is:
   Cabby (Ffm6x Pros Bang)
   "Huh!" I picked up the radio, "I'll get it."
   "You sure?"
   "Yeah, I'm right around the corner." End of shift, but I can always use
the money.  Which means Get there First.
   "Wow," she ran up from the payphone.  "That was quick!" I unlocked the
door.
   "Let me fill up, real quick." They auto-locked when I put it back in
gear, pulled up to the pump, and got out.  She rolled down the window.
   "Where in Knightdale?" Long fare, clear on the other side of town.
   "Home, I missed the bus." School uniform, I didn't have to ask.
   "Could've picked you up at the office," not a nice neighborhood now, I
leaned back against the pump.  She hing out, her arms on the window sill.
   "You mind making a stop on the way there?"
   "Your money."
   "Yeah, that's the thing.  I need to pick some up, if I'm gonna pay you a
decent tip."
   "How decent?"
   "Double?"
   "The fare?" It's a long drive.
   "Yeah, it should only take about 15 20 minutes."
   KUNK!  I hung the nozzle, pulled the company card, and receipt. 
"Where's the stop?" Got back in, she rolled up the window.
   "Broughton?"
   "So, what's the catch?" The question kind of implied, something out of
the ordinary.  If she's as used to taking cabs as she acted.
   "You have any problem with whores?"
   I laughed, "Well, in this business you tend to meet all the callgirls
pretty quickly."
   "How long you been driving one here?"
   "A couple years," but lived here all my life.
   "Well, let's just say you haven't met all of us yet."
   Copy that.
   "You're real young."
   "26, I dropped out of college, so." In the left turn lane, I looked
back, "I'm not a school-girl."
   "Me neither.  I mean, my folks sent me there to keep me out of trouble,
but.  I'm Atheist."
   I nodded, but she had the green sweater-vest, and yellow tie off, so
started unbuttoning her white blouse.  Down to the bra.
   She looked up, from me flipping it down by the highbeam tag.  "It's
green."
   "Yeah." Nobody behind us.
   "Uh!" she pointed, "The light?"
   "Oh!" I drove off.  "Yeah." Matching underwear.
   "Hihihm!" She grinned through the window, "So you're gay."
   "Yeah," no such thing as gaydar, but.  Leering like a bus station creep,
kinda gives it away.  "Huh, my ex girlfriend was a pro." Can't tell to look
at them, either but.  It's not like the uniform, she is cute, and sexually.
Well, sexual, I don't have a thing for teenage girls, either, but it's not
easy to ignore her sexuality with her pulling her arms in to take off her
bra, and jiggling in the back seat.  I took Wade Ave around, so it was a
fairly straight shot, and I could look back, keeping it in the lane. 
"So... I know about the, safety issues."
   "Being a whore?"
   "Well, pro."
   "Oh, I'm a total whore." She laughed, "I get off on it, every time."
   "Yeahbut, you know it's risky, too."
   "Well yeah," she pulled a box of rubbers out of the BP bag, and stuffed
her bra in.  "Why I got protection.  And it killed time, having to 'hey
mister' to buy them."
   Box open, she dumped them in the bag, and started tearing them apart.
   I kept glancing at the road, and signaled for the exit.  "In there, cut
through the back lot to Cameron street." I signaled, and waited for
traffic. Going against it, I had planned to get out before the Rush, but.
   "You do it on campus?"
   "Yeah, but it's safer if I got a car."
   "You didn't say anything about doing it in here."
   "Not in here," she rolled down the window, "There they are.  Just lock
the doors."
   "They auto-lock." When I put it in gear.  Basically an alley, between
the wings, I won't say which one because it doesn't matter.  The important
thing is pulled in, you couldn't even open the doors if you wanted to, the
guys had to scoot in the side.  I jumped when one of them knocked on my
window, and cracked it.  "Here." He passed some bills through, folded in
half with a rubberband.  I dogeared $300.00.
   "You her boyfriend?"
   "Pimp." I looked back, through the passenger side.  African Americans,
letter jackets, I would guess the basketball team.  Not that I'm the one to
ask about size, but I remember thinking that was a myth.  "You wanna make
some money?" I looked up under the windshield, and though I didn't go to
broughton, I'd been on the campus.  No windows, even on the upper floor,
and the campus was fairly abandoned this late.  Someone could just walk by,
and see us.
   Them crowded around the cab, their pants open, "What kind of money?" I
looked up, from the front of his pants, and licked my lips?
   He grinned, "Twent fi fo a jerk," he made the sign, "Fity a blow, $75 to
fuck, an a hunnert fo anal."
   I laughed, "Seriously?  I never met a hooker that worked for less than a
bill."
   He shrugged, leaned back.  Hips still out, and looked around.  "High
school prices."
   "You in High School?" Even held back, he looked old enough to buy beer.
"Me neither.  Double?"
   "Fo what?"
   "Well, I never, actually touched one.  Before.  I'm a lesbian."
   "A'rite!" He grinned, and got it out.
   "Huh!" Nope, definitely not a myth, and IDKWTF was happening to me.  I
mean, I know, but, I never, actually.  "Hihihihm!" The skin popped out,
almost closed over the head, and slipped back.  "Like this?"
   "Yeh," he pulled a $50 out of the money clip.
   "Mh," I bit my lip, but, that ment breathing through my nose, and.  "Sn.
Hn?" I'd smelled it before, sweat, but somehow it wasn't.  I mean male
sweat, even stale, and, "Snhhh!" What the hell is happening to me?
   "Slp, nh!" I looked back, but she turned, pulled another rubber over,
and I looked back.  Not like my lips felt dry, at all.  "Glgugugugugh! 
Kah!"
   "Another $50?"
   "Fo what?"
   "I want to suck it."
   "Yeah?"
   I shook my head, blinked, but.  No, "Yeah," I really.  Just felt,
incredibly curious, all of a sudden.
   "A'rite."
   "Mh, hm?" I closed my eyes, "Snhhhh!" Tried to rub my nose into his
pubes, but couldn't reach.  "Ghl, khaHK!" Gagged.
   "Go on," he patted my hair, "You can jerk on it to." Nodded it for me,
so I.  Well, tasted it, again.  Just careful not to bump the back of my
throat, but the skin pulled over the end again, so I rolled it back with my
lips, and pumped it to it bunched around the curls around the bottom.  Then
my lips, and I realized what I was doing.
   Not just sicking a dick.  It wasn't until I felt, a slimy little drop,
and tasted it milking out the end than I remembered he's a Pimp.  That
means prostitutes, pretty safe to assume he fucks them too, which mean
everyone they had sex with, so he could have.  Well, anything really, but
AIDS was the first thing that came to mind.  Not to mention Herpes, which
was like the lesbian Aids, because you could see cold sores on our lips, if
we had any.
   "Huh!" I panted, looking around.  "Huh?" The fear, coming and going like
this is an emotional roller coaster, but there were 2 more.  With rubbers,
and he stepped back.  Pilled off another bill, a hundred dollar bill, and
pumped it hard again.
   I nodded, and pulled them in.  By the rubbers, he started unwrapping
another as soon as it fluttered in through the window like a falling leaf,
and I went back and forth.
   "Smh, smok, huh!  Neah!"
   All right, after I got over the excitement, I was able to think clearly
enough to chalk it up to Exhibitionism.  And measure my fingers,
pinky-to-pointer, so I'll have to guestimate all 3 of them were more than 6
inches, each.
   I loved it, all of it.  Cock, long young teenage basketball cock, all of
a sudden I couldn't get enough, which lead me to closing my eyes, and just
try to enjoy it.  A foot and a half of cock, in both hands, and my mouth,
going all around to compare length, thickness, couldn't taste anything but
rubber, but smelled their sweat, and even with the steering wheel tilted
all the way up, couldn't scissor my thighs enough to get off.  But I was
squishy wet.  It wrung out enough to slip between my thighs, and wet all
the way up to my clit hood, nothing but the thrill of sucking stranger's
condoms, on their school campus, of money, with a Catholic Shoolgirl bent
over in the back seat to hold her ass out the window.  Rocking the car from
the basketballer slapping the door with his thighs.
   "Huh!" I panted, "$150.00."
   "Fo?" Already frantically fumbling my pants open.
   "All 3 of you."
   "Fuckin?"
   "Yeah."
   "He already had his moneyclip out, and I couldn't get my shorts down
fast enough to get gangbanged.  I swear, I never wanted anything so much in
my life, I felt like I Needed it, and I kicked a Crack habit.  I'm white,
crack isn't a black drug, it started out doing coke in the 80s in Chapel
Hill, and then I tried it.  Don't try it, but this?
   "Uh!" I just put my elbows on the arm-rest, while 4 hands felt under my
shirt.  Unhooked my bra, and groped me.
   it was a nitemare, literally.  Before, I heard of Gangbangs, but I
couldn't even bring myself to imagine it.  Now, somehow the fear, that was
always a big part of the exhibitionist's thrill was gone.  Instead of
flashing back to that, I found mysel tumbling down through the memory of
highschool.
   Gym class, yeah we're not supposed to cut through campus, but they
obviously did this enough to know what they're doing.  We didn't get
caught, nobody drove by there after the small side-lot emptied out, right
after the busses left, it really was the safest spot to hide this.
   We called it a Gangbang, but really it was more of an orgy.  We all
brought our toys, and everyone tried all of them, it wasn't like.  The
nightmare, of being surrounded by Men, exposed, and shaming you for being a
dyke, the constant threat of being outed, then caught, and bashed.  Gang
raped, that was the very real fear, and while homophobic straight girls
probably wouldn't do that, there was the High School Closet.  Where you
wanted to crush on a girl, and yet there was the fear that if it scared her
she could tell her friends, and then everyone would know, the boys would
hear about it, and just the accusation of lesbianism could get you bashed.
Gang raped, by the football team is what i feared, but now it was real, and
I shook my head.
   Snapped back to my cab, the front seat, and the hard deep fast
penetration.  "Yeh!" shaking me with every thrust, bottoming out so it
pushed deeper, and deeper, not some toy, in the hands of one of my friends,
strapon, or even ass-to-ass with a double header.
   "Ah, shit!"
   "Ngh!" I slammed shut, but then his hands were replaced by 2 more,
letting go of my side, and pulling open my buttocks.  Feeling between my
thighs with his fingers, and guiding it under my sex handing out the
window.
   "I got this."
   "Nyeah!" He pulled out slowly.
   "YEH!" I shook with the hard thrust.  "You like that," another slow
pulling aout, "DYKE!"
   "NYEAUGH!" I nodded, drooping, and licked my lips.  My elbows slipped
off the side of the armrest, so I just pulled them back, instead of
reaching for the door lock.  Letting them in to fuck my mouth, while he
gave it to me, "Faster, ah fuck me afaster, yeahneanynhnhNH!" I shook.
   He pulled out, "Ahfuck!"
   "Nhm!" Too late, I was already climaxing, but I lost count.  That was
just 2.  There was 3, they payed for 3, and I was ready for more!  "NHEA
fg, huh, fuc, mrh, yhr!" Grunting with the hard deep, excited.  I don't
know, highschool fuck?  I guess, I heard from my sister, and straight
friends, complain about their short fuse, and hurried bashing into them
before they're ready, but that's not what happened.  I was so ready,
already started orgasming, and his quick thrusts to a finish just prolonged
it until he pulled out.  So, I ollapsed, squirmed to pull my shirt down,
over my cold metal clip board, and just panted.  My hips on the armrest,
but I could only pant desperately for a while, and by the time I could even
sit up, they had gone.
   "Whew!" I brushed the hair sticking over my eyes with sex sweat out of
the way, but she made me jump, knocking on the partition window.
   "Fuck!" I covered my heart, beating out of control, and slid it open.
   "We better take off."
   "Yeah," Back in my shorts, and pants, I just pulled my shirt down over
them, and pulled it in reverse.
   She giggled behind me, "Yeah.  You're so gay."
   "I don't.  Huh!" Switching back into drive.  "No, I don't think I was,
really."
   "You all right?"
   "Yeah!" Grinning so wide it started to hurt, "Yeah!  I mean, it's not
every day you go from not thinking about, penis, to a gangbang for money!"
   "See what I mean?"
   "Yeah!" definitely.
   "You want to pull over somewhere, we can smoke?"
   "Just roll the windows down, can you bum me one?"
   "Yeah." Back out on Wade Ave, or signaling for the turn.  "Oh no, turn
Left."
   "But, Knightdale's."
   "I know, I said that so you'd cut through town, I live in Cary."
   "Oh," there's a break, "Hang on."
   A small one, I had to gun it, and they held down the horn.  Cleared the
smoke out, though.  I took another drag, and held it out the window.
   "Whuh!" Out the window, I yelled back.  "Where in Cary?"
   "Cut over to Chapel Hill." Coming up on the cloverleaf, I took the exit,
and went around.  We flipped off the cigarettes, so I rolled up the
windows.
   "No smoking's the company policy."
   "You got to get back to the garage?"
   "It's my car," shrug, "I'll just turn in the paperwork tomorrow, I'm off
after this."
   She giggled, "You sure got off."
   "Yeah, I see what you mean, now."
   "The whoring?"
   "I guess, that's part of it.  I always was an exhibitionist, I just."
   "That why you're so femmy?"
   "Well, I'm not.  I guess, I don't.  Mean, uh!" Shake my head, "I'm not,
a lipstick lesbian.  I don't even know if I am, a lesbian any more."
   "Don't worry about it." She sighed, "You know, if straight guys get
drunk enough, they start sucking eachother's dicks?"
   "No?"
   "Well, I been to a lot of underagers.  Cut over to Chatham." The light
changed, so I pulled over to the turn lane.  "I know, around here most of
the rednecks tend to think in terms of Gay or Straight, but that doesn't
really mean anything, you know?" She unwrapped the foil on a stick of gum,
and I smelled Doublemint.  The light changed, so I turned.  "Just take
Trinity around, and cross the tracks."
   "I know," cab driver?  "I'm from here."
   "Cary?"
   "Well, Raleigh, but i used to live in Cary.  And I drive a cab here, so
i know the way as well as any cop."
   "Oh yeah."
   "Huh, can we talk?"
   "Do you have to?"
   I pulled over.  "Look, I.  I'll pay the fare, so don't worry about that.
I guess the tip is I'm in the wrong business, but do you know anything
about Money laundering?" She just chewed, and shook her head.  "Well, you
know this is illegal, right?  Yeah, well my ex got me into driving, because
people tend to pay you in a lot of 20s.  So, it's a good way to get rid of
large bills.  If you want me to make change, it's a lot better than
explaining where you got all those hundreds, when it comes time to spend
it."
   "Oh, yeah.  I usually go to the mall, so." She got it out, "I got
$300.00.  You want to start whoring?" I winced.
   "I don't know," the money's, well incredible, "But.  Hang on.  20, 40,
60, 80, $300.00." I handed it back, "But really, you want my number? 
Anyway?"
   "For making change?"
   "Yeah," I folded them over my card, "I got my pager number on there too,
if you want me to pick you up after school.  I don't know about your pimp,
but after."
   "Oh, he's not my pimp," she laughed, "He just frontin'.  I mean yeh, he
gets most of the guys around Broughton, but I'm independent.  I don't want
a pimp." She handed her card back.  [Cherish] just a pager#.
   "Good," me neither.  "That was fun, though.  I just, I don't have anyone
to talk to, besides my gay friends, and I don't know what you know about
the lesbian scene here, but."
   "Nothing?  I'm straight, by the way."
   "Oh," just assumed she was bi.  "Uhm, sorry for being so flirty,
earlier."
   "Oh, I do girls too, it's just.  You know, work?  Yeah, if you want to
get rid of some of that money," she winked, "I'm down."
   "Oh, it's not that, just.  Huh!  A lot of them, well I guess I was one
of them that bragged about never even seen a dick, but." I closed my eyes,
shook my head.
   "Are you all right?"
   "Fine?"
   "Okay."
   "Huh, you're right I just.  Never, thought about it, before."
   "What?"
   "Well, when I was a freshman, there was this guy.  He got expelled, and
transferred to Re-direction, but."
   "He didn't.  I'm sorry, but I have to ask.  Did he, rape you?"
   "No, oh no.  It would have made more sense, I mean.  Uh!  No, I never
was raped, he just used to flash us."
   "Where?"
   "The Gym, on Senior lunch, so when we're changing out, or sometimes when
we're out on the field.  Learning soccer, or running laps.  You know, I
never saw one, before."
   "His dick?"
   "Yeah, and now I'm starting to think.  You know, even after he left, I
was still scared of gym class, for months?"
   "Yeah, I still get that.  I was, raped.  It was a John, but, I can't
even do hotel rooms any more.  At all."
   "Oh, I'm sorry."
   "Well, we got to talk about it, right?  Well, fine, you're paying for
the time." She pointed at the still counting meter, "So, let's talk about
it."
   "Well, I guess it feels kind of lame, complaining about just getting
flashed, after what happened to you."
   "Yeah, well it only happened once.  That's what fear s for, it's like
pain, we feel it so we don't touch something hot again.  It's how we
remember, and it's not like you knew, when you started talking about the
dangers."
   "Well, I should have.  I knew, because my girlfriend was." Don't want to
say it, "Traumatized the same way.  She had to quit working, completely,
and it ruined our relationship, too."
   "There a lot of money in lesbian tricks around here?"
   "I don't know, she did guys too."
   "So, she was bisexual."
   "No, gay.  Complete and utter lesbian, she said it actually helped.  One
of the dangers is getting emotionally, or romantically involved with her
clients, but she didn't, because she doesn't feel anything for men."
   "Huh" she nodded, "Well, I don't really need the money.  I'm saving it,
money's always nice, but really I do it for the sex.  I'm not really a pro.
I guess I'm more of an amateur, but i had a real hard week, so i gave
Delantay a call, and he set up a six pack."
   "Like the box of rubbers."
   "Exactly, my folks still think I'm a virgin, so i can't take them home.
I get caught with cigarettes, fine.  I can say 'I got it from you!' but if
they even think I might be having sex, then they'll probably send me to a
convent."
   "They can't force you to be a nun."
   "Not take the vows, but they can still enroll me in this horrible prep
school they got lined up, and it's like a jail.  It's way the fuck out in
the hills, there's nothing around there, and you basically get to visit
every other weekend until college."
   "Sounds delightful!"
   "Yeah, so you feel better, about what happened?"
   "Well, i was just wondering what you think.  You think, maybe that's why
I turned into an exhibitionist?"
   "Oh!  i thought you're going to say Lesbian."
   "Oh no, nothing makes you gay, you are, or aren't."
   "I know, but.  I don't think, I really get how a guy flashing you makes
you an exhibitionist, instead of voyeur."
   "You know, you're incredibly mature for, what, 15?"
   "14," she nodded, "Sexually, I guess.  Started when i was 9."
   "Yeah?"
   "Yeah, started kissing boys for quarters, and worked my way up, but how
do you think him flashing you made you an exhibitionist?"
   "Well, not me, us.  The whole gym class, I mean i think he had the hots
for Melanie, but then, so did I.  I guess it made me jealous, and gave me
ideas, so i started, you know.  Huh!  I didn't know how to talk to them, I
was too scared of getting outed, and the boys finding out.  So, instead, i
started, showing off."
   "Flashing them."
   "To see who looked, and if they liked, the way i looked.  You know, my
body?"
   "Yeah, I went through puberty too."
   "Yeah," I noticed, "Well, when that didn't work, I started trying to get
caught.  Playing with myself, in the girls room, or anywhere else I could
be pretty sure it was a girl that caught me.  Until it worked, I would up
sleeping over with my best friend, and then, well sharing toys with her. 
It turns out she was bi-curious, but we fell in love after that, and
started throwing sex-parties once we got our other friends involved."
   "Wow, this was like, in the 80s?" She guessed, about 10 years younger.
Since she's about 12 years younger, which made me feel like a creepy old
creep.
   "Yeah?  Probably happened back in the dark ages, you could get away with
a lot more back then, because it was the dark ages, only nobody could write
anything down, and they didn't have vibrators yet."
   "Huh!  yeah." She shrugged.  "You feel better now?"
   "Yeah, you ready to head home?"
   "It's your dime, but I really need a shower."
   "Yeah," I just realized my pants were still open, so I buttoned them up,
and tucked in my shirt.  "Huh!  And if you have any.  Work, I'm off
Friday."
   "Really?"
   "I don't know." I shook my head, but that should be long enough to think
about it.  She just got out, and walked.  Along the tracks, so i couldn't
have followed if i wanted to, but she probably didn't want me to know where
she lived, or she just didn't want to go home to her prudish family.  I
wasn't raised so religiously, but i did grow up gay, or feeling gay, in a
homophobic family, i just need to think about, what happened.
   A lot, even after I got home, and drunk, and woke up with a hangover. 
That should have been long enough to get over the excitement, but I've done
a 15 girl orgy with strapons, double headers, and girls cheering us on.
   That was now the 2nd most intense sexual experience of my life...
  
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