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I was raised very strictly in the church. I went three times a week, plus attended the school there all week. My first job was working in the daycare. So maybe all the repression is why I grew up to be a prostitute.
My parents thought I was the good girl I appeared to be on the outside, but wasn't. It began with the father of one of the daycare kids when I was in my late teens. Very good looking. Very charming. Flirted with me when he came to pick up his son, but was married and off limits. I had ways of signaling my interest though without others noticing. One day we met up and had sex in his car. I liked being bad and never looked back, although I had the good sense to hide it well.
In college I was a total slut, although never with anyone from school. I was away from home in a strange town and there were plenty of chances for anonymous, no strings attached sex. Married men, black men, young men, old men, fat men, bald men, handsome men, ugly men...I just like men of all kinds. I swear, it's like being in heat.
I had sex for money for the first time when I was at a club and some guy offered me fifty dollars to blow him. We went to a table way in the back, I crawled underneath and did it right there. It was so hot. Ever since then, I've been doing it for money.
With my college degree I landed a decent job, but I prefer to prostitute. Why not get paid for something I love?
I had a business group friend like this. We were very close at one time. Everyone thought she was so pretty and sugar-sweet, everybody loved her...Only I knew the truth: she had tons of money problems, and, started letting guys fuck her for money. Then, it became a "I kind of like this" type thing, and, her main business work became secondary. Lot of times, she went to business functions to try getting business for herself..As in, new guys who'd pay to fuck her.
One weekend, I picked her up at our usual spot, and she went into a thing about some guy she was with, paid her well, but wanted all sorts of strange things. Said she went for it, but, may have been the only time she felt dirty about it. On the surface, Little Miss Sweetheart. In reality: Whore.
A local girl was the daughter of a minister. She was having sex very young. I had her in the church basement several sundays. She got pregnant and he kicked her out. she sold her self to a guy and he took her over. He forced her to take drugs, he tied her down and injected her. Once she was hooked she became his. She walks the streets and has been in jail many times. the state took her daughter. Seems her pimp did not watch the baby while she worked.
Sounds hot. bet she loves fucking now. drugs do make it better.
The only thing that concerns me is there is a chance of being hurt in a violent way.
But I believe that everyone should live heir own lives in the way they want too.
I am straight but get a kick out of wearing a mini skirt and panties some time.
Helps get me more erect.
One of my thoughts was to meet a prostitute in a in dress and white underwear.
And ride with me in the car while I wear the panties and mini skirt that rises high.
Not yet had the confidence in the UK.
But its something I would like to do.
In my experience, the things we do best are the things we enjoy. If we can find a way to profit financially from those endeavors, so much the better. Sluts, whores and prositutes provide a very valuable service. There is nothing at all wrong with what you're doing.