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I have utilized 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 surprise some and might 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 discuss the words prostitute and prostitution and clear that away as quickly as possible. It should sort the chaff from the corn, and those who do not wish to check out any even more might leave the room now.
For those of you who are still interested well ... Prostitutes or hookers come from various backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug habit ... others since they have a need for money, and the list goes on and on. The background of the woman or perhaps the man is different and varied. Some with poor education or a bad family. Some are extremely well educated and originated from more upscale homes ... all I'm saying is there is no one mould that makes a prostitute ... it is said to be the worlds earliest occupation. I originated from a good family and was offered a personal education.
I was a full-bodied really na´ve teenager, complete of raging hormonal agents, who recognized she liked sex and who only wanted to go out and have enjoyable and live wild, sex and enjoyable were the main requirements. Being practical and rational wasn't part of me at the time, plus having a good friend like Linda didn't help, however rather motivated me to be even wilder. I had a good family. Dad a sea captain, who was away most of the time, checking out far nations. Mother was an actress; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and showed some well-known stars ... I need to state she was very good at it. One sibling Sara, looked very alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sisters, long blonde hair and eyes of blue (same as the song) but that was as far as it went. She was the sensible studious one, constantly knew what she wanted in life, studied, went to university and ended up being a lawyer ... took after dad ( academic that is) ... she is five years older.
Me well I think I took after mother. I liked guys and I liked sex, so did mother, a few of her leading men shared her bed when daddy was away ... mind there was nothing to state papa wasn't doing the exact same thing ... you know sailors and their credibility, plus he was excellent looking. I was really familiar with ships and sailors when visiting dad's ships or taking short sea voyages ... could write a entire chapter on that alone. So here was a young most willing charged up female teen-ager prepared, raring to go. Who is presented to Peter Chang, who simply takes place to be trying to find girls who are most ready, charged up and prepared to go ... what a powerful dish. The majority of the chronicles are from my memory of the time and from my diaries and image's, even some leftover leaflets from my escort days and pictures of ships that we visited that I have actually kept. They revive a lot of memories. Mind with the money he made from prostitution and other wicked participations he could manage it. At the time I was too young and too na´ve to understand all that at the time. My best pal Linda and I would intentionally dress in the quickest of skirts and briefest of tops, walk around the shopping centers and pathways knowing that the males, young and old hand their eyes firmly fixed on our ass's.
A few of our more reasonable buddies informed us that we were trying to find problem and heading for a failure ... however what did they understand, they, after all, were jealous of our assets and at that age, I understood all of it and might look after my self. (So I believed). I was just the sort of woman that Peter Chang was trying to find, the raw material that he could mould and manipulate and could use in his organization ... the prostitution company. He was a talented, soft-spoken, well-educated and very persuasive guy. He made the business noise interesting and so simple , even going over the ethical problems of prostitution gradually 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 home together with my friend Linda, both of them trying to persuade and convince me to put those possessions to great usage. 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 sister's footsteps, who had been a hooker for at least five years. I thrilled both was and terrified at the same time ... they made it sound so easy, so easy. Did I like having sex? Yes, I did ... very much so. Was having money to invest in clothes and other individual elegant products important to me? Well yes, it was, although I did receive the most generous quantities of pocket money from my moms and dads.
You could be totally independent of them Lisa ... your own cash. And anyhow Lisa it's only for a week whilst Jennifer is away sick ... I can't offer you her spot any longer, as soon as she returns you'll need to go ... however if I can discover you some alternative area I'll do my finest for you Peter was utilizing the old reverse psychology. When you can't have something, that's when you want it more. Once again I was too young and too na´ve to recognize this is what he was doing to me right now, as I got older I became much smarter to the techniques of the trade ... especially pimps. What Peter was providing was a piece of pavement in the red light district where I might ply for trade. All I had to do was stand there, strut, posture provocatively and wait to be approached by the man or people plural. They would either troll past in their car (Kerb crawling) or walk up to me on foot. I would ask if they were looking for a great time and see what the answer was. After that 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 think it went something like $10 a hand task, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were attempting to convince me to do. Oh, It wouldn't be the first time I 'd done it for cash or gifts, I 'd done it several times with Linda, mainly older males, but this would be my very first full-time attempt and completely view of the public. The stigma of woman of the street didn't fret me. At the time I saw this as a huge video game, just a little fun. I truly wasn't seeing the bigger image and the consequences. Linda assured me that it would be ok, after all, she 'd been doing it for just a year and had very few issues to date and take a look at Sally, her sister, she 'd been on the game for over 5 years. I did so wish to say yes, however nerves were making me hesitant. We've all had those minutes. Do I?' Should I? Oh I so much wish to but.
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