My given name is Divina, but as long as I can remember everybody has called me Dolly. I am a Filipina-American. I was born and raised in America, but my family is traditional Pinoy and we have strong family ties in the Philippines. I went there many times growing up, on vacation, and I speak Tagalog. Many people consider Filipina women to be whores, and many of them are but it is not their fault -- we are a poor country and young women do what they have to do to help their parents and to support their younger siblings. This is my story of how I became a prostitute.
I didn't do prostitution in the Philippines. In fact the story I have to tell you took place all here in the States. I didn't work in a brothel or work the streets. What happened was, I was young, working my first job in retail and of course I was short of money and always struggling to pay the rent. Often it was a decision between rent or food. My landlord - Jim was his name - was aware of my situation and one day he approached me with an offer.
"I tell you what," Jim said, "In exchange for a fifty percent break on the rent, I'd like to come over once or twice a week and have you 'do stuff' for me."
"What kind of stuff?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind.
"Nothing much," he assured me. "All I want was for you to hang out in just your bra and panties, let me look at your body while you talk dirty, play with yourself in front of me, that sort of thing."
I thought about it for a second. This seemed harmless, so I agreed.
