I eventually moved out because I could afford a better place, but because it's good to have a man to manage the potential hazards of the profession, I kept the business relationship with Jim. My now former landlord was my pimp, and I was his whore.
Jim was a good manager. He rarely had me booked for more than two clients a day, and I had Sundays off. "I don't want to wear you out," he said, and I appreciated that. I was making about a thousand dollars a day, and banking most of it.
I continued giving Jim the blowjobs he enjoyed, and that I had come to enjoy giving as a sign of my appreciation for all he had done for me.
By now of course I was a well-trained, experienced little anal whore, thanks to Jim. And he was right -- for my clients who wanted to do me 'back there' I was able to charge more for that. A lot more.
My feeling about anal is it's a part of sex, although most girls do not seem to enjoy it, if they have ever experienced it at all. I was fortunate to be properly introduced to the joys of anal sex, and I am actually able to orgasm while being fucked in the ass. For me, it adds another dimension to the wide, wonderful many-splendored spectrum of human sexuality. I like the feeling of being face down, legs spread, pinned to the mattress while a big, sweating man drills me up the back door. I diddle my clit while I'm being penetrated anally of course, sometimes with a dildo, and yes I have experienced a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass at the same time -- 'DP' -- there is no feeling in the world quite like it.
The majority of my clients were regulars, some were business men from out of town. They all paid well, and thanks to Jim they all were gentlemen -- I'm sure he talked to them beforehand; I never experienced anything extreme although some of them were animals in bed. I actually enjoy that. I enjoy a masculine man, enjoy my role as a submissive, obedient Asian girl.
One of my clients wanted to go with me to a sex club -- it was a couples only establishment -- and I agreed. I'd never been to a sex club before, so it was very interesting. My 'date' informed me before we went that there was a sort of a dress code, we changed in the locker room as we checked in. I wore a very tiny black leather micro mini that left my bald pussy and ass cheeks practically exposed, wide fishnet stockings, a pair of black strappy heels of course, and a black choker collar, nothing more. My date wore silk boxers with an unbuttoned slit that his cock kept poking out of and a sort of fishnet t-shirt. My fingers spent a lot of time teasing his cock as we moved through the rooms of the sex club.
I enjoyed the exhibitionistic thrill of having sex in front of other people, and the voyeurism of watching people have sex, openly. It was exciting to walk around practically naked in a club full of naked people. We looked into rooms where people were having group sex, and a saloon-type bar area where several couples were making it within the presence of each other. I especially enjoyed the dance floor, it was so exciting to have naked bodies all around me, all those hard cocks rubbing up against me as I danced to the music, LOL. Towards the end of the evening I gave my 'date' a blowjob in the bar with everybody looking on, all the way to completion in my mouth.
I was at it for two years before I quit. I never intended for it to be forever, in fact I always looked at it as a temporary thing until things got better. I started taking classes at the community college, to make something of myself. It was at college that I met Paul, who was 21 at the time. We fell in love and decided to move in together. I certainly couldn't continue as a whore, so I went back to retail while still taking my classes at the community college.
