Chapter 14

I've heard all those bullshit stories about how hookers aren't supposed to make it when they make it-you know, like the girl isn't supposed to be able to come when they're with a trick. Then they (whoever the authority might be) might go on and say that a hooker isn't able to make it with men at all, that they hate men so much they're really lesbians. What a bunch of crap! Despite all the troubles I've had with my folks, despite the fact that I enjoy sex with other girls, despite all the other neurosis I may display-the fact remains that I dig sex with men in a big way.

Of course, as I've said, I don't really consider myself to be a hooker in the strongest sense of the word. I'm still young, and I just can't see myself turning tricks when I'm fifty, not even when I'm thirty for that matter. I just happen to be a girl first, who just hap pens to turn tricks to pick up some extra money that's all.

Not all tricks I turn are that pleasant. I've never really tried to keep tabs, but I figure I make it about eighty, eighty-five percent of the time when I ball a trick. The reasons I don't make it all the time are varied. Maybe the guy's got a short fuse and makes it before I can get worked up. Or he might prefer a quick handjob or, and a lot of guys like this, a blowjob. I can get it off from just blowing a guy sometimes, but this isn't always the case.

But the things that really stand out in my memories as far as the times I have a turn-off instead of the desired turn-on concern guys who are unpleasant to me in some way, not the jackrabbits who come quick. Man, when you have to make it with this sort of scum, you really earn your way. Perhaps some of the low-price hookers who are really locked into it can't be blamed for not digging sex, as many of these girls get more customers from the pits from what I understand. A girl who works a book or even the streets can be more selective. Still, I've had a few real losers even so.

Probably the biggest loser I picked up didn't have anything to do with a sexual trip ... just intent. You see, the third or fourth time I went slumming, I went and did it-yes, I picked up a vice officer. Had taken him to a motel, had taken the money and POW-he flashes the badge on me.

I felt my stomach drop about ten feet, then put on a crying act for him that was actually pretty real. For I'd never been busted before. He didn't go for it, and sent for a black and white. I felt really embarrassed, and could just imagine big headlines going all the way back to Ohio: Ungrateful Kid Caught Hooking ... shit-kid. That would be a real hassle. This was a few months before my eighteenth birthday. They could turn me over to juvie ... get ahold of my mother. Shit I'd rather pay the fine.

After being booked, I lied about my age, but they caught it on my driver's license, they took me over to juvie. I remembered Steve, during that drive, and figured he'd be able to do something. They didn't believe me when I told them I'd already graduated and was on my own, just kept asking for my folk's number. After they failed to connect, I had them call Steve's number. Luckily, he was home, and came down to straighten things out before I'd gone through a strip search. They did mug me and print me though, as he told them to try me as an adult.

He covered the bail, and stood up for me in court.

For that, I threw some leg on him several night's running. He was a good customer of ours, and he'd come in handy too. Gwen really rode me about getting caught. Just my stupid luck coming around again, I tried to tell myself. I'd had a big scare, but it wasn't worth going into a depression over like I might have a couple of years back.

"Oh, I got the make on him alright," she would tease, mocking the words I'd used the first night about Jason.

It was decided that Gwen was a better judge of character than I.

So back to the regular folks who fall under the law. My weirdo trade. I've tried a few weird acts, but Gwen and I don't specialize in that. We'll do it as a favor, but if the scene is too heavy, we direct them to someone we know who handles the fruitcakes. Some of the real weird ones, the guys heavily into a sadomasochistic trip, say, can be dangerous, and it takes a woman who specializes in this to handle the trade. And that trade pays plenty. But I just can't get into sticking pins through a guy's nuts.

I feel sorry for these guys who've imprinted and can have sex only if a rigidly-followed routine is performed. A lot of them are really nice guys. They're just hung-up, that's all. Some of them are married, but afraid to tell their wives of their real desires for fear they would leave them. Still others get their only human contact from these ladies who specialize in the bizarre.

I've heard some pretty strong tales from this one girl, a big fat black chick (who gets her own jollies by putting her 'slaves' through their paces) Gwen bumped into. We send her most of our special requests. She's equipped her basement with furnishings befitting a dungeon: racks, chains, whips, leather footwear, paddles... you name it. And she's got this other room, a special bathroom really, all hooked up with enema hoses and things for the water sports crowd.

Like I say, Gwen and I don't go in for that sort of crap. But I've peed an guys, let one pee on me, let some worship my feet, fucked them in unusual ways. But since most of our tricks are screened out in advance, the real fetish boys are sent elsewhere. But there are different cases. Like a guy who can get it off the regular way may want to try something a little 'dirty' or kinky with a hooker on a given night. Guys who only add variety to their lives may try out a secret desire with a hooker that he wouldn't try on his wife or girlfriend. If it's not too far out, we'll probably go along with it..

The first guy that came onto me like that turned out to be the Rotarian guy, the first one I'd balled on my own. Well about the third time he was with me, he admitted to me that he would like to wear my panties during the early part of making out. He was too fat, so we pulled them over one leg and cheek. It worked out.

I checked with Gwen later, and she told me that had never happened with her before... not with that guy. She told me she did have one guy who liked to spank her once in awhile, and I strangely found myself interested. I'd seen her pink buttocks a couple of times after sessions with him, and had gotten curious, wondering why she didn't send him to our bizarre friend.

"Oh, Herm is harmless," she told me. "And he's not hung up on it real strong. Sometimes he just goes for a straight ball. And his spankings are more playful."

From talking to her, I'd gotten to know that spankings can sometimes be erratic rather than just a childhood punishment. I found myself interested in it though ... not the heavy stuff, the sadism crap. But the idea of submitting to a playful whack or two before making it, seemed exciting. If it didn't work out-fine, but I had to see.

So I told Gwen about it, and she said I could try out Herm if I wanted, but that we should give it a try too. I stripped down and went over her knee, while she spanked me lightly and scolded me like a naughty child.

"Will you ever go out with a Vice again?"

SMACK SMACK.

"Oh, no..." I pleaded in a mock little-girl voice, getting into the act.

She gave me a nice spanking, just enough to pinken my cheeks and make my bottom tingle. And it was a turn-on. After she turned me over and made up to me with her tongue, it was all worth it. So I decided to go through with a date with Herm. As it turned out, he'd asked about me a couple of times, and Gwen was going to check it out.

Nowadays, Gwen and I will sometimes engage in spanking to add spice to our lives, but not too often. Sometimes she's the one who gets the spanking, and it turns me on just as much to watch her fanny grow red under my slapping hand as it does for me to get it.

But we're not hung up on it. I'd say that I'm probably more turned-on by it than Gwen, but she goes along with it to please me, being accepting of many trips, as hookers must be. I won't say it's a turn-off for her, but I'm just saying that I might engage in it more often if I was a with someone who really dug it. Not heavy shit, mind you. Just light, playful bottom smackings.

But I only had a hint of what spanking could do to me sexually that time Herm came over for our first session together. Gwen was in the other room, entertaining a customer, so Herm and I just stayed in the livingroom. He finally asked me if she'd clued me into what he'd like to do.

"I mean, you're so young. It'll be like doing it to my daughter."

"Oh,, please, Daddy," I pleaded, falling into the role he'd accidentally suggested. "Don't spank me. Not on the bare butt. Oh, please!"

He smiled broadly, amazed that I'd fallen into the act so well. From spanking Gwen, I know that she doesn't really get into the role like I do. So Herm was really turned on when I got behind it so big.

I warned him, out of character to make sure he got the point, not to do it too hard, and he agreed. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled down my panties and thrown me across his lap. I had dressed for the part, in a print dress with white knee socks and shoes, so it only made me look all the more the child. If seeing my bared buttocks, with the cleft full of hair spoiled his illusion, you could have fooled me.

Down came his hand, harder than Gwen's, again and again off my bare backside. It hurt a little, but not too much, and as I bounced across his lap, my feet banging on the sofa, I could feel the warmth spread from my ass, down to my guts. The pain faded into a delicious ache, aided by the fact that my pussy was grinding into his thigh.

"There, that should teach you," he admonished me after he stopped. It was a race to see who could get their clothes off fastest. He bent me over the couch and took me dog fashion, his heavy balls slapping against my flaming buttocks, making me finally collapse from coming so much.

He paid me an extra twenty over what he'd been paying Gwen. She was a little hurt, and made a snippy remark, an unusual thing for her to do. But I reassured her that I'd just gotten into the part more, as I obviously liked being spanked more. She smiled and got over her pique, but turned me over her knee and added a few more hard slaps to my still-sore butt, "Since you like it so much," before eating me to sleep.