😉 Greetings to my regular and new readers! Friends, the confession of a sinner is the revelation of a former prostitute. First-person story.
Call girl
In the dashing 90s I worked as a “call girl”. In principle, I did not feel an acute need for money. Summer just started, I wanted adventure, and everything seemed so interesting and easy.
At first, as new, they touched me less, they probably understood that they were not used to it yet. But over time, this understanding passed, as did the summer. Autumn has come and change has come. The “roof” began to fuss, they could not share the power in any way.
The car constantly broke down, we had to go to the meeting point by taxi or catch a private trader. With tousled hair and mud-splattered tights, we looked like street hoes.
And besides, there was no security, no one was waiting outside the door. Disgusting, obscene dorks kept us as long as they please. Often they found themselves drunk or stoned.
We came home tired, angry, we wanted to relax, and at our apartment the whole “roof” with our friends is our guests. They treated us like the last creatures. They smiled, talked, but there was only contempt in their eyes.
And it happened that there were two of us, and there were 25 of them! Not to sleep all night, in a cold house at a camp site … It happened that the lads took us (for free), and those girls who did not like them, they beat! Well, even though they liked me, I had, you see, an excellent “technique” and a pretty face.
A little piece of happiness
It is not known how long this would have lasted, but I ended up in the hospital, I had an operation, of course, on the female side. This was the end of my “career”.
And in the hospital one of my former clients visited me. There was no limit to my surprise! From that moment we began to meet with him, he rented a decent apartment for me. Then I could not even think that this relationship would last for 10 years. Then he married another. And I have no children, no girlfriends, no friends.
I haven’t collected any amount, even a scanty one, for six months of work “for a rainy day”. I spent everything at once. Fast money goes away quickly. Probably, a whore initially lives in a woman’s soul, but some manage to defeat her, while others do not. I think that “such” a woman inside me will no longer declare herself.
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