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Well, many are based on reality. I have utilized my own life's experiences and woven them into the fabric of my stories. I believe, that what I am going to expose about my life and myself will stun some and might even alienate others who might have been my fans. Although I'm sure some of you will have checked out in between the lines and already concerned that conclusion. I make definitely no apologies for my life, way of life or my actions in life to date. It was my choice and my option alone. Like most people there are some parts I regret and would alter if I could, there are other parts I would do the same once again, general I enjoy with my lot and have made a excellent living from my selected profession. I will point out the words prostitute 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 further may leave the space now. For those of you who are still interested well ... Hookers or woman of the streets come from lots of different backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug routine ... others since they have a requirement for money, and the list goes on and on. Some are really well informed and come from more wealthy houses ... all I'm saying is there is no one mould that makes a prostitute ... it is said to be the worlds earliest profession.

I was a full-bodied very na´ve teenager, complete of raging hormones, who understood she liked sex and who only desired to go out and have fun and live wild, sex and enjoyable were the primary criteria. Being practical and rational 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. Father a sea captain, who was away most of the time, visiting far countries. Mom was an actress; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and acted with some well-known stars ... I need to say she was very good at it. One sister Sara, looked very alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sisters, long blond 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 ended up being a attorney ... took after dad (studious that is) ... she is five years older.

Me well I think I took after mom. I liked males and I liked sex, so did mom, some of her leading men shared her bed when father was away ... mind there was nothing to state papa wasn't doing the same thing ... you know sailors and their reputation, plus he was great looking. I was extremely acquainted with ships and sailors when visiting daddy's ships or taking brief sea trips ... might compose a whole chapter on that alone. So here was a young most ready charged up female teen-ager ready, raring to go. Who is introduced to Peter Chang, who simply takes place to be trying to find girls who are most prepared, 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 photos of ships that we went to that I have actually kept. They restore a lot of memories. Mind with the money he made from prostitution and other nefarious participations he could afford 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 deliberately dress in the quickest of skirts and briefest of tops, walk around the pathways and shopping malls understanding that the males, old and young hand their eyes securely repaired on our ass's.

Some of our more reasonable good friends informed us that we were trying to find difficulty and heading for a failure ... however what did they understand, they, after all, were jealous of our possessions and at that age, I understood everything and might take care of my self. (So I thought). I was just the sort of lady that Peter Chang was trying to find, the raw product that he might mould and control and might utilize in his business ... the prostitution business. He was a talented, soft-spoken, well-read and very persuasive guy. He made the business noise so easy and exciting , even talking about the moral issues of prostitution slowly persuading me it was the right thing to do and being young and impressionable I fell right in. Now I was here in Peter Chang's home in addition to my friend Linda, both of them trying to convince and persuade me to put those properties to great usage. Linda had actually been a prostitute in Peter's employ for just on a year now. You may say she was following in her sibling's steps, who had actually been a hooker for at least 5 years. I was both excited and scared at the same time ... they made it sound so easy, so easy. Did I like making love? Yes, I did ... quite so. Was having cash to spend on clothing and other personal luxurious products essential to me? Well yes, it was, although I did receive the most generous quantities of spending money from my parents.

You could be entirely independent of them Lisa ... your own money. And anyway Lisa it's just for a week whilst Jennifer is away ill ... I can't offer you her spot any longer, as soon as she returns you'll need to go ... however if I can find you some alternative location I'll do my finest for you Peter was using the old reverse psychology. When you can't have something, that's when you desire it more. Once again I was too young and too na´ve to realize this is what he was doing to me today, as I got older I became much better to the tricks of the trade ... specifically 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, position provocatively and wait to be approached by the guy or people plural. They would either troll past in their vehicle (Kerb crawling) or approach me on foot. I would ask if they were searching for a great time and see what the response was. From then on 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 negotiate any of the prices. I believe it went something like $10 a hand task, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were attempting to encourage me to do. Oh, It would not be the first time I 'd done it for cash or gifts, I 'd done it several times with Linda, mainly older men, but this would be my first full-time effort and in full view of the general public. The preconception of prostitute didn't fret me. At the time I saw this as a huge video game, just a little bit of enjoyable. I truly wasn't seeing the larger picture and the effects. Linda assured me that it would be ok, after all, she had actually been doing it for simply a year and had very few issues to date and take a look at Sally, her sibling, she 'd 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 minutes. Do I?' Should I? Oh I so much desire to.

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