My name is Natasha. I'm a normal female. I'm not ugly and not gorgeous. My body isn't like that of a supermodel, but it seems to work. Certainly, my body doesn't seem to repel guys; an added bonus, especially in my line of business. I'll get to that in a moment.
I work as an English teacher at a high school. That means 5 days a week of 7 hours a day of having to deal with horny teen-age boys that are trying to look down my shirt when I bend down, watching me cross and uncross my legs for a glimpse of thighs and perhaps something more. It's rather demeaning, but hey, a girl's gotta make a living, no?
After school is over, I have a special job. Yup, you got it. I'm a prostitute slash whore or whatever you want to call it. In other words, I have sex and I get paid for it. At a certain point in my life I realized that guys paid money to take me out in order to bed me. Why couldn't I just save time by just fucking the guy and have it over with, earning money in the process?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a cynical gal. I do believe in love. I just don't believe it's about to happen to me. I'm sure there are real people that live happily ever after. On the other hand, sometimes a couple fight and break up and I don't need that kind of complication in my life. My family, as strange as they are, loves me. That's all the love I'm ever going to need.
My story starts on a day like other days. There was one sun in the sky. Birds were chirping. My laundry was piling up. The usual.
I arrived at the school on time. My classes were full of mostly students who didn't want to learn anything. A few kids who actually wanted to learn something were the quiet types. Thus, most of the lessons were chaotic. I taught what needed to be taught, though I doubt most of the kids heard anything I said.
Then, off to fucking males who were: a) desperate because they couldn't find a girl and needed any girl to satisfy their needs b) desperate because they had a girl but weren't "getting any" or c) just plain desperate without any particular reason.
My first customer was 50 years old. He looked old and very desperate. He confided me that his wife was always tired and he rarely had sex and never received oral sex now adays. Boo hoo. I wasn't at all sympathetic. But then, my job depended on people like him.
"I'll make everything better sweetheart. Let me make all of your problems go away," I spoke softly, in my "sexy voice" that always seems to have an effect on the desperate ones.
Yuck. That is all I have to say. I have no problem with people older than I am. I just don't like having sex with them. He was my father's age! Besides, he kissed like he was trying to suck my insides out.
My second sex encounter was with a guy about 18. He boasted about all the girls he had had sex with. He was just going through a rough patch. Yeah right! Can you spell v-i-r-g-i-n?
Okay, he was really cute, if a little nerdy. I have a thing about stripping boys of their virginity. I know that sounds perverted... but I'll be the girl he always remembers. I'll make an impression that could last a lifetime. Okay, so maybe he'll never remember me. It's still pretty cool.
