Dear Diary,
Last night, I was feeling wild, not quite myself. I've written how I was sick of this suburban hell that my family had procured for me and so I decided to take matters into my own hands. It was while I was masturbating in my room that I felt the urge to have something inside of me that wasn't my own fingers or the vibrator my friend Jessie had bought for me as a joke. Some joke; I couldn't wait to use it, it was my favourite present. Anyway, as I masturbated a sudden wave of...horniness just took over me and consumed me. I wanted sex. I'm not a virgin, my fleeting sexual encounter with Kyle Roberts last year was my first but I could hardly count it as an encounter as it lasted only a few minutes. No, this time I wanted pure sex -- if such an act could be described as pure! It was in this state of mind that I jumped out of bed and listened to my surroundings. My sister was most definitely asleep in the room next door; it was 2am so my mother and father would definitely be sleeping too. It was perfect. I didn't know what was coming over me but I wanted it so badly that I knew what I had to do. I dressed in my very little black dress that my father had deemed "unsuitable" for my grandmother's birthday or any occasion except stripping. I then teamed it with my highest black heels that I bought for prom. I ruffled my dark curls and made them alive and volumous instead of the cute ringlets my mother thought were suitable for her eighteen year old and then coloured my lips with a bright red lipstick that I'd got for Halloween. I caught a look of myself in the mirror and I didn't look like myself with my mussed hair and rouged lips against my pale skin. I gave myself a smile before tottering downstairs and sneaking quietly out of the front door.
I felt bizarre but slightly elated as I caught a cab by the main road to the town's red-light district, a place where my friends and I often joked about. The taxi driver stared at me in his mirror, taking in my appearance so I flashed him a sexy smile which he returned. "You sure that's where you want to be goin' kid?" He asked.
"Yes sir." I answered and grinned alluringly at his reflection in the mirror. The vibrations from the cab felt good on my bare lips under my dress and I began moving in a rhythm to the bumps and jolts that the cab was sending to my pussy. It felt so good; I was pleased with what I was about to do and my continued horniness made me want to do it more. I started to think about what I was going to do and started grinding into the vibrating cab seat and uttered a soft moan so that the driver looked up attentively. I continued to grind into the bare leather wanting to come but the driver stopped the taxi, "Er, we're here ma'am." He said turning round to see me flushed and my legs wide open ready to come and I saw that he turned pink in the dark cab. I paid him the money and swaggered out of the cab to the unknown.
I saw as one girl dressed in a tight red dress leaned gracefully into a car window and offered him her services. He smiled and nodded and she climbed into the back of his car. I had to say that my parents old values of never getting into a car with strangers did come to mind but I pushed any thoughts of normalcy into the back of my head and stood on the corner, hitched my dress up and stood pouting my lips and showing off my slim body to potential customers.
"Looks like we've got some fresh meat!" Exclaimed one of the other prostitutes to her friend.
"You're right." Said her friend, taking in my appearance.
