    Title: Streetwalker
    Author: Anne
    Summary: A short story by Anne
    Keywords: M/F, prost

I had been in town about four days now. I managed to find an apartment and hook up on the street with a gal who worked for a local pimp. She introduced me to him and he took me under his wing. I was young and very street wise. He liked my little girl look. I would dress in what was called baby dolls and wore my long hair up in a ponytail. I tied a big white bow in the back and that made me look like I was barley eighteen. I had this really cute baby face and I could put on an act that would have you believing anything. You want I story I can give it too you. If you want a pro you best believe I am one. I would work on at least three different looks and acts for that look. It was all about making money. I would work for Steve at night on the street and then for myself at my real home in an upscale New York. I was writing a book. I wanted to experience the true life of a hooker. I worked in a neighborhood that housed up lots of bars and cheap hotels. The men would reek of booze and drugs. Money was something to fight over. It meant survival.

This one night I was on a roll, having had about ten blow jobs in a roll. That made it easy to take a break. The girl I was working with is Susie. She and I became fast friends. We would look out for each other. Money could be made but you had to be smart at how long it would take you to give a blow job or fuck them. The faster the more money you could make. Lots of men. It was summer and hot. Like anything else I did ,I made sure I was good at it.

The first night out was amazing. I learned to put a condom on with my mouth. I learned not only how to suck on a cock I learned to move my hands up and over his cock as fast as I could to make him cum as fast as he could. Twenty bucks for head and a full lay would cost you one hundred. I had them young and old. Some just thought you would be stupid and they didn't want to pay up front.

As the days and nights went on I soon saw how some of the girls were abused by pimps or customers. There was no one to help. That was until I decided too. If someone told me that a guy got out of hand I would try to look for him and take him on myself. Being where we were no one cared. So when I would connect I would have them drive me to a dark ally and we would take care of business. The men who became out of control I would beat down with a gun or pipe. Just to let them know the girls would not take anymore of their abuse. Soon as word got around the girls about twenty of them came to me and wanted to work for me. I was surprised but they had a point. This could work. We pulled our money together and we bought a condo in a non describe area and watched how we operated. The girls worked out of a hotel and the condo was our home. They dressed better and charged more money. I hired body guards and they would take the trash out if need be.

We lived across the bay and worked in town. I had an office in a building that was not opened to the public and we routed money into different funds. Things were going smooth. I was the madam. My big job. It allowed me to write during the day and set up appointments. It wasn't long and we started to host parties for the rich and famous. My girls were great. They looked like models and they cost. We would come in and work a party for you and a large flat fee is what it would cost.

At one of the parties I myself went too, had a lot much drug activity going on which will bring the police in on a heart beat. The man throwing the party wanted to buy me out. I took a check for over one hundred thousand dollars. Told everyone goodbye that night and disappeared.

It wasn't long and in the front page of the paper was a big headline on party girls on top of New York. I laughed and was happy not to be there when that one went down.

I went back to the old neighborhood and Steve the old pimp found me. He took me back to his place and we had a couple of drinks. He told me he was not happy how he lost his girls. I told him I didn't seek them , they came to me. He informed me you never cross that line. He told me I didn't understand what he was to the girls and what it cost him. So I would be making up the money. He took me into a room and tied me down to the bed. I was stripped of my clothes and as the bedroom door opened and closed I had more men on me then I have ever seen. Sometimes one or two or large groups. I was fucked in every hole possible. I really didn't know what it felt like to be so used. I did now. I would struggle to get loose and no one would help me. It was endless line of men who fucked my mouth, my ass, or my pussy. Which none of it was lust or pleasure. Then Steve opened the door and asked me did I learn something. I told him yes. He wanted to hear what it was. I told him I for the first time saw how he was the loving one who took care of the girls and that the men were what they were. They were there to pay for a service that they wanted and it wasn't about love, caring, just cold cash. With it came abuse and humiliation.

Afterward Steve untied me and let me take a shower. He helped me dress and took me to his house. I was so surprised there was this beautiful home near a park and stores. We walked in and I was taken to a bedroom to stay. I was pampered and feed well. At night Steve would come home and talk with me and he would tell me how things on the street were. It wasn't long after that I started to have feelings for him. Before long we were in bed together. Touching and kissing each other , Steve was kind and gentle and he was in control but never demanding. We would spend weekends making love and then there were nights of pure lust and fucking. He would tie me to the bed and and start kissing me from head to toe and then a blindfold would be put on my eyes . As he would touch my breast or nipples. I would be always waiting for him to put his hard cock into my pussy. But I would wait. Then if he was ready he would finally start to fuck me. Making me beg him more each time I wanted him. He would tease me and laugh . I would arch my back trying to get him to put it inside of me. The lust and pleasure he brought into my life was amazing. He taught me to be a sexual being as he commended my body. I have never forgotten this time in my life and still to this day I read my notes on what I thought I could do better. I would not want to return to a life on the streets but, I would have never met Steve, if I was looking for a story.

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