In "Mistaken Identity", Debbie, a college Sophomore, was at a hotel early one evening to meet her married lover at the time they had routinely met for several months for a few hours of sex. Always in need of money, she had met him as a baby sitter, arranged through the college. He had introduced her to oral sex, both ways, but recently began trying to end their meetings in order not to jeopardize his marriage. Much to Debbie's sexual frustration, he apparently had chosen this day not to show up. An older man then addressed her by name and guided her into the restaurant. He asked questions and led her through interesting conversations and before she could question what had happened they had finished dinner and danced several numbers and she began to realize that she would not have to forego her desired rendezvous with an erect cock.
The result was that she had the best sexual experience of her young life that night with the man, Warren, who was old enough to be her father. The next morning, as she left his room, he handed her an envelope full of money, more than she ordinarily earned in a month of working several part time jobs. He explained it included a large tip because she was the best he'd ever been with, as if she wanted to be with him and had enjoyed it. He had assumed she was the call girl he had arranged for. While starting to explain the error but letting him know that she had, indeed, enjoyed it, Debbie was captivated by the money and instead asked for the telephone number that Warren used to arrange for a girl.
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Later that same day, Debbie called the telephone number she had obtained from Warren. A woman's voice answered. Debbie had been thinking about how to describe the situation so that she wouldn't be cut off before she could finish her plan. After all, this is a number that's normally used by men to hire girls for sex.
"Hi, I think I have some money that belongs to you," Debbie began. Hurrying quickly, she added, "I spent last night having sex, really great sex, with a man named Warren who seemed to think he had hired me through you and paid me what seems like a lot of money. But it was all a mistake. I just happened to be there and have the same name, Debbie, as your girl was supposed to have. But if I can earn this kind of money for enjoying myself so much, perhaps I could start working for you."
After blurting this out she stops and waits for the response. There was none for a second and she began to wonder what had happened. Then the woman's voice returned.
"What you're describing is illegal," it says. "It wouldn't be smart to discuss it over the telephone since I don't know you. Let me know how to contact you and someone will be in touch."
Debbie explained that she's a student, lives in a dorm, but tells how it's possible to get hold of her. Less than an hour later, a note is slipped under her dorm room door, giving a phone number to call. She makes the call and another female voice arranges for a time to meet in the school cafeteria. Late that afternoon she goes to the cafeteria. She goes to the place suggested, looks around and waits a minute or so, and another female, who looks like a student, come up to her. A good looking girl, dressed attractively, a couple years older
"Debbie?" She asks. When Debbie agrees that she is, the other girl leads her to a far corner of the almost deserted room and they sit at a table. "This is a little weird," the girl says, smiling and acting friendly. "And I've been told to be very careful. You're a student here?"
"Yes,"Debbie says, "a sophomore."
"And you've expressed an interest in being a call girl?"
Feeling awkward, Debbie hesitates. "Well, yeah, but what are you? I mean I don't want to get in any trouble."
The other girl smiled and seemed to relax. "I'm a student, too. A senior. Three years ago I was in the same place as you. Since then I've earned a lot of money. My employer, who I've never met, asked me to do with you what she had another of her girls do with me when I first thought of doing this. I guess I'm supposed to let you know everything that's wrong with making money from sex and make sure you're serious about this. And, I guess, make sure that you're not a cop. So, let me start. Do you like to suck cock?"
Debbie almost laughed. What a question to be asked. But this girl seems to mean it. "Well, yeah, I do. Maybe I'm screwed up psychologically but I love erect cocks, love to suck them. Love sperm, it's all so sexy somehow."
"That's good because you'll suck a lot of cocks in this work. Every guy seems to want that. And you've got to do it like you want to, no matter whether you do or not. In fact, that's the real idea behind charging big money for us, we have to always act as if we like whatever it is we're doing. How about fucking? I mean, big, fat, sweaty guys, hairy guys, guys who do absolutely nothing to get you ready but just shove it into you."
"Well, yeah, I love to fuck. I never even thought about ugly guys before. But for money, I don't see why not. I mean, I just spent a night with a guy older than my Dad and had a really great time. I mean, he ate me better than anyone ever and was terrific to be with."
"You were lucky. Most guys don't give a damn about the girl. They just do whatever they want and we have to take it. And some of them are downright obnoxious. How about black guys, Japanese, Arabs, whatever. Does it make any difference?"
"Boy, you keep coming up with stuff I never thought of. Uh, probably no difference. I mean, what difference does it make what color they are?"
"How about some huge salami of a cock that practically splits you open? Or maybe some little needle dick that does nothing for you at all but you have to act like he's great."
"Truthfully, I don't know. I think I'd stretch to take whatever size but I don't know. I'd try anyway. And the little one, that would just take some acting, I guess."
"How about up your ass? Ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, I haven't"
"Well you won't be doing this long before you will be. What do you think of that?"
"Shit, how do I answer that? I mean, I don't know. I've heard that some girls really like it in the ass so maybe I would, too."
"How about having sex with another female. Would you be willing to lick me? Some of these guys pay good money to watch a couple girls go at it."
"Oh, wow, that's another one I never thought of. But I don't know why not. I mean, even if it's just acting like I enjoy it. It isn't like I'd get hurt or anything. This is all just for money. As long as I don't get physically hurt I think I could manage to do all the things you've mentioned."
"There's one more. A big one. Disease. In this business, you've got to use condoms for everything. You have to be on the pill, just in case anything goes wrong. You even suck cocks in condoms. You can't let anyone's fluids get to you. This isn't at all about you enjoying yourself. It's about giving the john what he wants and protecting yourself at the same time. Up to now, you've probably always enjoyed sex. That's why you're interested in this. But in this business, there's no enjoyment. Actually, that isn't always true but you better plan on never enjoying it. It's work. Do you still think you can do it?"
"I have to admit you make it sound different than I expected. But I truly need money. So, yeah, I think I can do it."
"O.k.. You need a cell phone. You need to go to Student Health and get on the pill and get tested for HIV and every other sexually transmitted disease they test for. Here's my number. Call me in a couple days or weeks or whenever you get this done, with all of the test results, and I can let the boss know you're ready and give her your number. We'll probably never see each other again. Oh, and the money. Apparently you got some intended for us by mistake. It's yours. But you'll be told how to pay in whatever you owe in the future. You keep about two thirds of what you take in, plus any tips you get. It varies a little. Every thing is cash. No checks. No medical plan, no retirement plan."
And she's gone. Debbie just sits there, wondering about all of this. She thinks to herself, I'm going to be a whore. A high paid whore but a whore. I've fucked four guys in my life. Sucked two cocks. Had the same two guys eat me. Always liked it. Loved it, really. Can't get enough. Can I do this? If I do, will sex ever be the same again?
A little more than two weeks later, Debbie receives her first assignment. Her cell phone rings and she's told to go to a specific hotel, specific room number, at a specific time -- earlier than she expected. She's also told the amount she's to receive, $1200 again, and that she's to put $400 of that in an envelope, address it to a specific name and hand deliver it to a specific shop in the general vicinity of her school. The appointment is for that very day. She dresses with some new, sexier lingerie and a new dress that she bought with the proceeds of her date with Warren and, with some apprehension, sets off to her first sex assignment. The door opens. It's Warren. The same guy she had such a great time with before. She practically jumps at him, wrapping her arms around him.