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I have actually used my own life's experiences and woven them into the fabric of my stories. I have no doubts, that what I am going to reveal about my life and myself will shock some and might even push away 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 discuss the words prostitute and prostitution and clear that away as rapidly as possible. It must arrange the chaff from the corn, and those who do not want to read any even more may leave the room now.
For those of you who are still interested well ... Hookers or woman of the streets originate from several backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug habit ... others due to the fact that they have a requirement for cash, and the list continues. The background of the lady and even the man is various and diverse. Some with poor education or a poor family. Some are extremely well informed and originated from more upscale homes ... all I'm saying is there is nobody mould that makes a prostitute ... it is stated to be the worlds earliest occupation. I originated from a good family and was provided a private education.
Let me give you a little insight into that background, my household and myself. I'm sure you will see I had no real factor to be drawn toward the profession. I did it since I thought it would be fun. I was a full-bodied really na´ve teen, filled with raving hormones, who understood she liked sex and who just wanted to go out and have fun and live wild, sex and enjoyable were the main criteria. Being sensible and sensible 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 most of the time, visiting faraway countries. Mother was an starlet; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and showed some widely known stars ... I need to say she was excellent at it. One sis Sara, looked really 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 sensible academic one, always understood what she desired in life, studied, went to university and became a lawyer ... took after papa (studious that is) ... she is five years older.
Me well I guess I took after mom. I liked men and I liked sex, so did mother, a few of her leading men shared her bed when dad was away ... mind there was absolutely nothing to state daddy wasn't doing the very same thing ... you know sailors and their credibility, plus he was good looking. When visiting father's ships or taking short sea trips ... could compose a whole chapter on that alone, I was very familiar with sailors and ships . So here was a young most prepared charged up female teen-ager all set, getting ready to go. Who is presented to Peter Chang, who simply happens to be looking for young girls who are most willing, charged up and all set to go ... what a potent recipe. Most 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 great deal of memories. Mind with the cash he made from prostitution and other dubious involvements he might manage it. At the time I was too na´ve and too young to know all that at the time. My finest good friend Linda and I would deliberately dress in the shortest of skirts and briefest of tops, stroll around the shopping malls and pathways knowing that the males, old and young hand their eyes securely repaired on our ass's.
Some of our more sensible friends informed us that we were searching for problem and heading for a failure ... but what did they know, they, after all, were jealous of our properties and at that age, I understood it all and might take care of my self. (So I believed). I was just the sort of girl that Peter Chang was trying to find, the raw product that he could mould and control and might use in his service ... the prostitution service. He was a talented, soft-spoken, well-read and extremely convincing man. He made business sound so simple and amazing , even going over the ethical issues of prostitution gradually convincing me it was the ideal 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 persuade and encourage me to put those assets to great use. Linda had been a woman of the street in Peter's use for simply on a year now. You might say she was following in her sis's footsteps, who had been a hooker for a minimum of 5 years. I was both excited and terrified at the same time ... they made it sound so basic, so simple. Did I like having sex? Yes, I did ... quite so. Was having cash to invest in clothes and other personal glamorous products essential to me? Well yes, it was, although I did get the most generous quantities of spending money from my moms and dads.
You could be completely independent of them Lisa ... your own cash. And anyway Lisa it's only for a week whilst Jennifer is away ill ... I can't offer you her spot any longer, as quickly as she returns you'll need 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 want it more. Again I was too young and too na´ve to understand this is what he was doing to me today, as I aged I ended up being much wiser to the techniques of the trade ... specifically pimps. What Peter was using was a piece of pavement at a loss light district where I could ply for trade. All I had to do was stand there, strut, posture provocatively and wait to be approached by the person or people plural. They would either troll past in their car (Kerb crawling) or approach me on foot. If they were looking for a good time and see what the answer was, I would ask. From then on it was simply 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 costs. I believe it went something like $10 a hand job, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were attempting to persuade me to do. Oh, It wouldn't be the first time I 'd done it for money or gifts, I 'd done it several times with Linda, mostly older guys, however this would be my first full-time attempt and in full view of the general public. The stigma of woman of the street didn't stress me. At the time I saw this as a big game, just a bit of fun. I really wasn't seeing the bigger image and the effects. Linda guaranteed me that it would be okay, after all, she 'd been doing it for simply a year and had very couple of problems to date and take a look at Sally, her sibling, she had actually been on the game for over five years. I did so want to say yes, but nerves were making me reluctant. We've all had those moments. Do I?' Should I? Oh I so much wish to however.
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