Chapter 15
I know lots of folks would call me crazy, but I really like the life I've been leading as a hooker. As I've said many times before, I don't really consider my vocation to be that of prostitute... by that I mean I don't plan to do it forever. And the way we are able to run our lives, Gwen and me, is so different from most hookers. We make plenty of good bread, but we still have lots of time to enjoy it while we're young.
Yes, we're still together, and digging every minute of it. We got to travel last year, the tabs being picked up by two different gentlemen; one who took us to Hawaii, and another who escorted us to Mexico. Next year, we'd like to do Europe for awhile, using our own bread this time so we can get a real vacation at our own pace. Money's no real object. We've both got plenty, and we're not really hung up on material things.
So sure, I'm a hooker, but I'm a lot of other things, I'm into doing lots of other things. I decided to enroll in night school at Edgar College last semester, taking a course in art. I guess I did it partly to appease the guilt I might feel for writing my mother about how well I'm coming along in school. Gwen, who also has an interest in art, joined the class too, and we both had a lot of fun, plus learning a lot.
I'm thinking about going back the next term, taking a couple of day classes, as most of our work is at night. We have a nice relaxed schedule, and rarely do we get it on with more than two men apiece in one night. Oh, it might happen like that sometimes, but we'll make up for it by taking the next day off. We don't make book very far in advance, and our regulars know it. If we're too busy one time, it doesn't seem to keep them from trying another. No more need for me to go out in the streets, if there had actually been one in the first place... financial I mean. It was only to satisfy my curiosity that I went, and meeting up with the vice took care of that.
We still have Steve, and another lawyer to boot, around so we can call if we get in a jam.
Even though he's remarried, he still gives us a call from time to time. We don't have to worry about calling him when in a jam- after all, we're the clients. Not that we've ever needed to, thank God. I don't think his wife knows that he's our client, but she's never met us ... hope we never do.
We run our place in a pretty clean manner, so I don't think we'll have any problems, unless my luck (usually bad) pops up again. Last year, I totalled my car. The good part is that I had only a couple of bumps on my legs. The old luck hasn't struck this year, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed, hoping I'm outgrowing it.
So whatever comes down, if it beats the life I'm leading, I'm liable to go for it. So far, though, nothing has come close to tempting me ... but who knows? Maybe I'll get hung up on some class at school and find a whole new field. Yet I can't picture being a librarian, for instance. Like where would I file this book? I know, in the circular file. Fuck off, white man. But the whole point is, I'm young and I should do things while I'm young and can enjoy them. I happen to be lucky enough to work at a job that gives me lots of time off, pays very well, and provides lots of opportunities for sexual enjoyment on the job. The only problem is that it's illegal... but so are lots of fun things. But I'd no more pack up and go to Nevada where it's legal than anything, unless I could run my own life like I do now, and I know Gwen feels the same way. If it meant having a pimp, or working a house-forget it.
Like yesterday I had a great time, mixing my own fun with pleasure. I went to the beach and worked on my tan, while Gwen slept in. I came back and kept an appointment with Herm, who switched the tables and let me spank him this time ... first time, but it may be the last. I don't think he went for it as much as he does when he dishes it out. But we made up for it with a nice screw.
Then Gwen came back from an early afternoon customer and shopping, so we could team up for Tex. Tex is one of our favorites, the son of a wealthy Texas oilman who goes to Edgar U. Seemed that Tex, was a virgin though, not knowing pussy from possum. He hooked up with us a few months ago, and he was so grateful for us breaking him in, he laid five-hundred each on us, not to mention fucking both of us senseless a couple of times.
He just can't get enough of us, and we feel likewise about his big cock and big bankroll.
We know that kid's going to find a girl who'll do it for free (or pretend to so she can get next to his money in a more socially-acceptable manner) and it'll be 'So long, Tex.' So we get him as often as we can. We noted yesterday, that he'd made a concession to Hollywood, wearing black bikini briefs under his western get-up, but we stripped those off real fast and gave him head. He likes to watch us make it in the bedroom while he rests up for his next hardon, then jumps aboard with a 'Yeeehahh!"
And then it was out to dinner at one of the nicest places this side of Indio. Indio? Oh, Blythe, I meant. And then to bed, rocked asleep, on the waterbed in my Gwen's loving arms. It might not be for just anybody, but it's the life I love, and I won't trade it unless something better comes along.