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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 expose about my life and myself will surprise some and might even push away others who may have been my fans. I make absolutely no apologies for my life, lifestyle 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 ought to sort the chaff from the corn, and those who do not want to check out any further 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 due to the fact that they have a need for cash, and the list continues. The background of the woman or even the man is various and varied. Some with poor education or a poor household. Some are extremely well educated and come from more affluent homes ... all I'm stating is there is nobody mould that makes a prostitute ... it is stated to be the worlds oldest occupation. I originated from a good family and was given a private education.
Let me offer 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 towards the profession. Because I believed it would be fun, I did it. I was a full-bodied very na´ve teenager, full of raging hormonal agents, who realized she liked sex and who only wished to go out and have a good time and live wild, sex and enjoyable were the primary criteria. Being rational and sensible wasn't part of me at the time, plus having a friend like Linda didn't assist, however rather motivated me to be even wilder. I had a good family. Father a sea captain, who was away the majority of the time, going to distant countries. Mother was an starlet; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and showed some well-known stars ... I should state she was very good at it. One sis Sara, looked really alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sisters, long blonde hair and eyes of blue ( like the song) however that was as far as it went. She was the practical academic one, constantly understood what she wanted in life, studied, went to university and became a attorney ... took after daddy ( academic that is) ... she is five years older.
Me well I think I took after mom. I liked men and I liked sex, so did mother, some of her leading men shared her bed when dad was away ... mind there was nothing to say papa wasn't doing the exact same thing ... you understand sailors and their credibility, plus he was great looking. When visiting dad's ships or taking brief sea trips ... might compose a whole chapter on that alone, I was very familiar with ships and sailors . So here was a young most prepared charged up female teen-ager all set, raring to go. Who is presented to Peter Chang, who simply happens to be looking for young girls who are most willing, charged up and prepared to go ... what a powerful recipe. The majority of the narrates are from my memory of the time and from my diaries and picture's, even some leftover leaflets from my escort days and pictures of ships that we went to that I have actually kept. They restore a lot of memories. Mind with the cash he made from prostitution and other nefarious participations he could manage it. That and the brand new Mercedes he constantly drove. At the time I was too young and too na´ve to understand all that at the time. I was establishing extremely perfectly and I understood it. I liked the idea that I could use and manipulate men with the swing of my hips and the size of my breasts. My friend Linda and I would deliberately dress in the quickest of skirts and briefest of tops, walk around the sidewalks and malls understanding that the men, young and old hand their eyes securely fixed on our ass's.
Some of our more reasonable friends told us that we were trying to find problem and heading for a downfall ... however what did they know, they, after all, were jealous of our properties and at that age, I understood it all and might look after my self. (So I believed). I was just the sort of girl that Peter Chang was trying to find, the raw material that he might mould and control and could utilize in his business ... the prostitution business. He was a gifted, soft-spoken, really persuasive and well-read male. He made the business noise so simple and exciting , even discussing the moral issues of prostitution slowly 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 home together with my friend Linda, both of them trying to encourage and convince me to put those properties to great usage. Linda had actually been a woman of the street in Peter's utilize for just 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 delighted both was and frightened at the same time ... they made it sound so basic, so easy. Did I like having sex? Yes, I did ... very much so. Was having cash to spend on clothes and other personal glamorous products essential to me? Well yes, it was, although I did get the most generous amounts of pocket money 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 sick ... I can't provide you her area 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 utilizing 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 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 ... specifically pimps. What Peter was using 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, 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 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 just how much? I would tell them and I was not to negotiate any of the rates. I think it went something like $10 a hand job, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were trying to encourage me to do. Oh, It would not be the first time I 'd done it for money or gifts, I 'd done it several times with Linda, primarily older men, but this would be my very first full-time effort and completely view of the general public. The preconception of woman of the street didn't fret me. At the time I saw this as a huge game, simply a little enjoyable. I truly wasn't seeing the larger image and the repercussions. Linda assured me that it would be okay, after all, she had actually been doing it for simply a year and had really few issues to date and take a look at Sally, her sis, she 'd been on the game for over five years. I did so wish to say yes, however nerves were making me reluctant. We've all had those minutes. Do I?' Should I? Oh I so much want to.
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