Down and out I prostituted myself, once
In 1973 I was 22 and found myself out of work. A friend told me to apply for the night clerk at the Moonlight Motel. It hardly paid but it included a room. Next door was a truck stop and a cafe.
I got off at eight and went to the cafe to get some breakfast. A man was sitting at the counter and he saw me sitting alone. He came over and sat down. Fifteen for a blowjob, twenty five if I let him fuck me. I needed the money so I went with him to his semi and gave him a blowjob and let him fuck me. I asked him for forty, fifteen for the blowjob and twenty five for the fuck. He went ape shit and hit me with a tire iron he had under the mattress.
Broke was too much. I went to my ex and told him I would suck his dick no excuses. I would fuck no excuses. He let me in. I cleaned up the trailer, sucked his dick, changed the bed, let him fuck.
Things got better, he went to school on the GI Bill. After a time he didn't talk about Viet Nam. I let him fuck until he couldn't fuck no more. He got good jobs after he finished college and we never lived in a trailer again. One day he married me.