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I have actually utilized my own life's experiences and woven them into the fabric of my stories. I have no doubts, that what I am going to expose about my life and myself will surprise some and might even alienate others who might have been my fans. I make absolutely no apologies for my life, way of life or my actions in life to date.
I will discuss the words woman of the street and prostitution and clear that away as rapidly as possible. It needs to arrange the chaff from the corn, and those who do not wish to check out any even more might leave the space now.
For those of you who are still interested well ... Prostitutes or hookers come from several backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug habit ... others because they have a requirement for money, and the list continues. The background of the lady and even the man is different and diverse. Some with bad education or a poor family. Some are effectively educated and originated from more wealthy homes ... all I'm stating exists is no one mould that makes a prostitute ... it is said to be the worlds oldest occupation. I came from a good family and was provided a personal education.
Let me provide you a little insight into that background, my family and myself. I'm sure you will see I had no genuine reason to be drawn toward the occupation. I did it because I believed it would be fun. I was a full-bodied very na´ve teen, 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 primary requirements. Being reasonable and logical wasn't part of me at the time, plus having a buddy like Linda didn't assist, but rather motivated me to be even wilder. I had a good family. Daddy a sea captain, who was away the majority of the time, going to far nations. Mom was an starlet; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and acted with some widely known stars ... I need to say she was very good at it. One sis Sara, looked extremely alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sis, long blonde hair and eyes of blue (same as the song) but that was as far as it went. She was the practical academic one, always knew what she desired in life, studied, went to university and became a attorney ... took after daddy ( academic that is) ... she is five years older.
Me well I guess I took after mother. I liked males and I liked sex, so did mother, some of her leading men shared her bed when father was away ... mind there was nothing to say papa wasn't doing the exact same thing ... you understand sailors and their reputation, plus he was great looking. When checking out daddy's ships or taking brief sea trips ... could compose a whole chapter on that alone, I was extremely familiar with ships and sailors . So here was a young most willing charged up female teen-ager prepared, getting ready to go. Who is presented to Peter Chang, who simply occurs to be trying to find girls who are most willing, charged up and prepared to go ... what a potent recipe. The majority of the chronicles are from my memory of the time and from my journals and image's, even some remaining leaflets from my escort days and images of ships that we visited that I have actually kept. They revive a lot of memories. Mind with the cash he made from prostitution and other dubious participations he could afford it. That and the brand new Mercedes he constantly drove. At the time I was too young and too na´ve to know all that at the time. I was establishing extremely nicely and I understood it. I liked the concept that I could use and manipulate males with the swing of my hips and the size of my breasts. My buddy Linda and I would deliberately dress in the fastest of skirts and briefest of tops, walk around the walkways and malls understanding that the men, young and old hand their eyes strongly fixed on our ass's.
Some of our more reasonable good friends informed us that we were trying to find problem 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 simply the sort of girl that Peter Chang was trying to find, the raw product that he might manipulate and mould and could use in his company ... the prostitution service. He was a talented, soft-spoken, really convincing and well-read guy. He made business noise so easy and exciting , even discussing the ethical problems of prostitution slowly encouraging 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 house in addition to my friend Linda, both of them trying to encourage and convince me to put those possessions to good usage. Linda had actually been a prostitute in Peter's use for just on a year now. You might say she was following in her sis's steps, who had been a hooker for at least five years. I excited both was and frightened at the same time ... they made it sound so easy, so simple. Did I like making love? Yes, I did ... quite so. Was having money to spend on clothes and other personal elegant items crucial to me? Well yes, it was, although I did receive the most generous quantities of pocket money from my parents.
You could be totally independent of them Lisa ... your own money. And anyway 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 discover you some alternative location I'll do my best for you Peter was using the old reverse psychology. When you can't have something, that's when you desire it more. Again I was too young and too na´ve to understand this is what he was doing to me today, as I got older I ended up being much better to the tricks of the trade ... specifically pimps. What Peter was offering 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, present provocatively and wait to be approached by the person or men plural. They would either troll past in their car (Kerb crawling) or approach me on foot. I would ask if they were searching for a good time and see what the response was. After that it was simply a matter of seeing where it lead. If they said yes and asked just how much? I would tell them and I was not to work out any of the rates. I think it went something like $10 a hand task, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were attempting to persuade me to do. Oh, It would not be the very first time I 'd done it for cash or presents, I 'd done it several times with Linda, mainly older guys, but this would be my very first full-time attempt and in full view of the general public. The stigma of prostitute didn't worry me. At the time I saw this as a big video game, simply a little bit of fun. I truly wasn't seeing the bigger image and the repercussions. Linda guaranteed me that it would be okay, after all, she 'd been doing it for just a year and had really few problems to date and look at Sally, her sister, she had actually been on the game for over five years. I did so want to say yes, but nerves were making me hesitant. We've all had those minutes. Do I?' Should I? Oh I a lot want to but.
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