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I have used my own life's experiences and woven them into the material of my stories. I have no doubts, that what I am going to reveal about my life and myself will stun some and may even alienate others who may have been my fans. I make definitely no apologies for my life, way of life or my actions in life to date.
I will point out the words prostitute and prostitution and clear that away as rapidly as possible. It needs to sort the chaff from the corn, and those who do not wish to check out any further may leave the space now.
For those of you who are still interested well ... Hookers or prostitutes come from lots of different backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug practice ... others because they have a requirement for money, and the list goes on and on. Some are very well educated and come from more wealthy houses ... all I'm stating is there is no one mould that makes a woman of the street ... it is stated to be the worlds earliest profession.
Let me provide you a little insight into that background, my household and myself. I'm sure you will see I had no genuine factor to be drawn towards the profession. I did it because I believed it would be fun. I was a full-bodied extremely na´ve teenager, filled with raving hormones, who understood she liked sex and who just wanted to head out and have a good time and live wild, sex and enjoyable were the main criteria. Being rational and sensible wasn't part of me at the time, plus having a pal like Linda didn't assist, however rather motivated me to be even wilder. I had a good family. Dad a sea captain, who was away most of the time, visiting faraway nations. Mom was an starlet; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and acted with some popular actors ... I must say she was very good at it. One sibling Sara, looked extremely alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sis, long blond hair and eyes of blue ( like the tune) however that was as far as it went. She was the practical studious one, constantly knew what she wanted in life, studied, went to university and ended up being a lawyer ... took after daddy (studious that is) ... she is five years older.
Me well I guess I took after mother. I liked guys and I liked sex, so did mom, a few of her leading men shared her bed when dad was away ... mind there was nothing to say father wasn't doing the very same thing ... you understand sailors and their track record, plus he was good looking. When checking out papa's ships or taking brief sea trips ... could compose a whole chapter on that alone, I was very familiar with sailors and ships . Here was a young most ready charged up female teen-ager prepared, raring to go. Who is presented to Peter Chang, who simply occurs to be trying to find young girls who are most prepared, charged up and ready to go ... what a potent dish. The majority of the narrates are from my memory of the time and from my diaries and image's, even some leftover leaflets from my escort days and photos of ships that we visited that I have kept. They restore a great deal of memories. Mind with the money he made from prostitution and other nefarious participations he might afford it. At the time I was too young and too na´ve to understand all that at the time. My finest friend Linda and I would deliberately dress in the shortest of skirts and briefest of tops, stroll around the malls and walkways knowing that the guys, old and young hand their eyes securely fixed on our ass's.
A few of our more sensible good friends told us that we were looking for trouble and heading for a failure ... however what did they know, they, after all, were jealous of our properties and at that age, I understood it all and could look after my self. (So I believed). I was just the sort of woman that Peter Chang was looking for, the raw material that he could manipulate and mould and might utilize in his service ... the prostitution service. He was a talented, soft-spoken, extremely persuasive and well-read man. He made the business noise so simple and exciting , even discussing the ethical problems of prostitution gradually convincing me it was the best thing to do and being young and impressionable I fell right in. Now I was here in Peter Chang's apartment in addition to my friend Linda, both of them trying to encourage and convince me to put those properties to excellent use. Linda had actually been a woman of the street in Peter's employ for just on a year now. You may say she was following in her sis's footsteps, who had been a hooker for a minimum of five years. I thrilled both was and scared at the exact same time ... they made it sound so simple, so easy. Well yes, it was, although I did get the most generous amounts of pocket cash from my parents.
You could be completely independent of them Lisa ... your own cash. And anyhow Lisa it's just for a week whilst Jennifer is away ill ... I can't use you her spot any longer, as soon as she returns you'll have to go ... but if I can find you some alternative area I'll do my best for you Peter was utilizing the old reverse psychology. When you can't have something, that's when you desire it more. Again I was too na´ve and too young to understand this is what he was doing to me today, as I aged I ended up being much better to the tricks of the trade ... particularly pimps. What Peter was using was a piece of pavement in the red light district where I might ply for trade. All I needed to do was stand there, strut, position provocatively and wait to be approached by the person or men plural. They would either troll past in their automobile (Kerb crawling) or walk up to me on foot. If they were looking for a excellent time and see what the response was, I would ask. After that it was just a matter of seeing where it lead. If they said yes and asked how much? I would tell them and I was not to work out any of the prices. I think it went something like $10 a hand job, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were trying to convince me to do. Oh, It wouldn't be the very first time I 'd done it for money or presents, I 'd done it several times with Linda, mainly older guys, however this would be my very first full-time effort and completely view of the public. The stigma of woman of the street didn't worry me. At the time I saw this as a big game, simply a little enjoyable. I really wasn't seeing the bigger picture and the consequences. Linda ensured me that it would be okay, after all, she 'd been doing it for simply a year and had very couple of issues to date and take a look at Sally, her sis, she had actually been on the game for over 5 years. I did so wish to say yes, but nerves were making me hesitant. We've all had those minutes. Do I?' Should I? Oh I a lot wish to however.
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