Yesterday I got myself into a situation I never thought I would. Some how I found myself in a situation of getting paid for sex. That’s right prostitution. I know I am a slut but I have really always been the cheap slut who just gave it away for free.
Here’s the story: I think it could happen to anyone. I was looking through the paper and an ad caught my eye. Dancers and models wanted: great pay and reasonable hours. I though hummmm I really could use a little extra cash for vacation at the end of the month. So, I called the number and made an appointment for Thursday at 2pm.
I dressed cute but sexy in a tiny black skirt , a red clingy tight top that showed off my great tits and of course my favorite fuck me pumps. I found the address easily, it was an office in the industrial part of downtown. Very low key and nothing special. When I went in there where about 4 girls in conservative little office outfits except for the 5 in fuck me pumps and stockings. I told the girl at the receptionist desk I had an appointment. She showed me back thru a door that lead to the kitchen of what looked like an apartment. There where three more girls dress similar sipping coffee, reading and one was doing what looked like school work. Then I saw this tall handsome man. He was dark and looked middle eastern and he spoke with a thick accent. He asked me a few questions, like where had I danced before, was I now or ever affiliated with law enforcement , and did I know what kind of job this was? I didn’t want to sound like a hick and I had drove 45 minutes to get here so I answered him like I knew what he was talking about. I listed the clubs I had danced at and for how long, No, I was never a cop, and sure I knew what was going on here, even though I really was in the dark. So, when he told me to follow him I did. He took me in a room that looked like a bedroom with a small table like a massage table, a dim lit lamp on a bedside table and a boom box playing soft music and a small love seat against the wall. The man Sam sat down on the love seat and told me to show him what I had. So, I started slowly stripping off my clothes and wiggled around rolling my hips like a dancer. When I was naked he stood up pulled off his pants and pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock into my face forcing it past my lips. His hand was on the back of my head he fucked my face hard till he saw I wasn’t going to gag even with it rubbing against my tonsils. Then he pulled me into in his lap. I straddled him and pushed his large thick cock into my cunt. I rode him for about 10 minutes grinding on him till we both came hard. I slid off him and grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned myself up. As I was getting dressed, I saw him slide something into my shoe and said ” you can start on Monday tell the receptionist which 4 hr shift you want. The pay will be double per session. Good bye” I stopped at the receptionist desk and told her I could do the the 4pm-8pm shift and I would be back on Monday.
When I was in the car safely and down the road a block I pulled over and checked my shoe. There was 80.00 and I realized I just agreed to be a whore in a whore house and was paid for sex. Do I go back on Monday? How much could I make in a day at 160.00 a pop? Would being a prostitute make sex more fun? I have a lot to think about. I will be back Monday to tell you what I decided. What do you think I should do? Call me and lets talk about it.
