Hey there, nice to meet you. I'm Michaela, but you can call me Candy, that's what all my clients call me too. You see, I'm a whore, and I love my job. I'm also pretty good at it if I may say so, but I guess you wouldn't be here if my reputation didn't already precede me.
So, you're just going to stare at me all the time? Not that I'm blaming you, my body is my tool and it's not like I'm being subtle about it, I enjoy showing off. Just look at me, 22 years old, 5 foot 5 inch, long blonde hair, blue eyes, slim body and my obviously fake 36DD silicone tits, I got everything I need to be a successful whore.
Anyway, I know you wanted me to tell about how I became a whore, right? That's a great idea, I love thinking back to my early days, not that it's that long ago, but they're still good memories for me.
I got my mom to thank for all of it, she's a total slut too, so she always set a great example for me. The cool thing about having a single slut mom was that I was always able to talk to her about boys and sex and stuff and get straight answers from her. It was thanks to her that I didn't feel any pressure when I started going out with guys. But since she did also tell me how much fun getting laid was, I didn't hesitate much to dive right into the action when I was ready for it.
And once I got started, there was no stopping me, it didn't take long for me to develop the corresponding reputation among my peers. The guys were practically lining up to hook up with me, and some of the girls as well, which suited me just fine, after I got my first taste of pussy I knew I found another way to have fun in bed or wherever I wound up doing it.
Things only got better once I reached legal age and got to go into all the good clubs. I guess I was on my way to become a whore already then, I never had to pay for drinks myself, the guys were only too eager to spend their money for me, which suited me just fine. And they definitely got something in return from, be it a quick blowjob in the restrooms or in their cars or of course letting them fuck me, I had a reputation of being a slut to uphold after all.
It all progressed logically from there. I kept clubbing with the clear intention of getting laid. Back then I still had a regular job, I was working the cash register at a local sex shop, which allowed me to dress rather revealing and the employee discount on all the slutty outfits sure didn't hurt either. It didn't take long however for me to develop a steady circle of regulars that I'd kept meeting and fucking, which eventually led to me getting more than just drinks in exchange for me going down on them or spreading my legs.
I was enjoying the good life. I was getting fucked on a regular basis and got more and progressively also more expensive gifts. So eventually I realized that I could indeed turn pro and just start charging for my services, that way I'd get to decide for myself what I'd do with what I earned instead of just amassing a pile of stuff, you can only wear one necklace at once after all, to name only one of the things I had laying around.
I can still vividly remember the day I finally decided to become a whore, it was just a few weeks before my 20
th
birthday. I made a checklist to the best of my knowledge and went through it to make sure I didn't miss anything.
The first thing I did of course was to tell my mom about it, to see if she had any good tips for what I had planned. Just as I had expected, she turned out to be the coolest mom ever. She wished me good luck and told me to make sure that I'd get my money in advance and then she sent me on my way with a big hug, reassuring me in the choice I had made.
Item number two on my list went smoothly as well, quitting a simple retail job wasn't all that complicated, of course they were sorry to see me go, but in the end it all worked out well. Of course I took advantage of my employee discount for one final shopping spree to be properly outfitted for work.
The last part turned out to be a bit tricky, since I had decided to start out by walking the street, the whole part of being on display for everybody coming by was something that held a great appeal to me, I guess I was being a traditionalist then, wanting to start at the bottom of the ladder to work my way up. A quick internet research later I knew where all the action on the Street was happening.
I decided upon looking for a spot near the harbour, the various forums all pointed me in that direction for it being the busiest, with a lot of the ship crews and dock workers looking to blow off some steam after work, it sounded like I would have my work cut out for me around there. Getting there wasn't all that hard, the directions given by the users were quite easy, it was amazing how well horny guys were working together to get laid.
So there I was, wearing my newest outfit, black 6 inch fuck me high heels, fishnet stockings and garter belt, a tight black leather skirt that barely covered my ass and to top things off a too tight pink tube top, exposing my bare stomach, I was looking every bit the whore I had decided to become.
The other girls were surprisingly welcoming to me, the newcomer, immediately accepting me into their ranks. I had expected some kind of bitching and fighting going on, but I was immediately inducted into the whore sorority, and told what the usual rates were, so I wouldn't be either too cheap or too expensive when the guys were asking for my prices.
After a bit of conversation that quickly brought me up to speed concerning what I had to expect and what was usually requested by the guys, I took my place at the curb, waiting for my first client. I was rather excited; soon I would fuck a total stranger!
Ok, that part wasn't that unusual for me, but the part where I would get paid explicitly for it was going to be a first for me. I watched the passing cars, some were just driving through, although even those slowed down to take a closer look at me and the other girls. More interesting were those vehicles that slowed down even more, their drivers were on the lookout for some action.
I was surprised at first that not all of the latter category were actually letting girls into their cars. When I asked the other girls about that, they told me that usually the guys were doing one or two rounds to check out what was on display. I could understand the reason behind that, it was similar to shopping around for clothes and shoes, you didn't just buy the first one you tried on. I watched a few of the other girls get picked up until it was finally my turn.
A slightly dirty Pickup Truck slowed down as it came near me, and it was on his first pass already. I smiled; this really made me feel special. As the window on the passenger side moved down, I stepped up to him, my heels clicking on the ground. I leaned into the window and smiled at the driver, at the same time giving him a good view of my cleavage.
"Hey there, looking for some company?" I said, looking him over. A tall construction worker was sitting in the driver's seat. I estimated him to be about 6'3", he was wearing a pair of blue jeans and still had his safety vest over his black T-shirt. His hardhat was still on the passenger seat. He had short hair and was very muscular, all he needed was a mustache and he could've easily been one of the Village People.
"Hey babe, you look hot, how much?" he said with a deep pleasant voice. I smiled at him and immediately felt a slight itch between my legs. It was everything I had envisioned it to be, a total stranger wanted to fuck me and give me money for it.
"Well, what do you want?" I said, leaning further inside, standing on my toes outside of his car. "It's 30 for a blowjob, 50 if you want to fuck me and anal is 80." I said, glad that the other girls had told me about the usual rates for this part of the street.
He looked me over and seemed to consider his option, but it was clear to me that I had him; I knew that look from the clubs when the guys bought me drinks.
"Well, what do you have to offer?" he asked, a slight smirk playing around his mouth.
I pulled down my top and exposed my tits to him. This was before my boobjob, but even then I filled my top well with my 34C tits. I grinned at him as I pulled it up again
"Good enough?" I asked, adjusting it.
"Fuck yeah. Hop in girl." He said, grabbing his hardhat and putting it behind the seats. I opened the door and sat down on the passenger seat. As I buckled up, the seatbelt pulled tight across my tits, separating them, much to the delight of my client. He smiled as he looked me over, his view coming to rest upon my chest. He held out his hand to me "I'm Jake, pleased to meet you, and what's your name."
I hesitated for a bit before answering "I'm Candy." I said, remembering my street name at the last second. "So, where you want to fuck me?" I said as he set his truck in motion again. "There's a cheap motel right around the corner."
