I was but a girl when I started out, penniless and poor. I had nothing more than a street corner on the other side of town to call home, where I begged for money every day in the cold rain. Such is not a life a child should live, but such is the life that I lived.
I was young, very young when I lost my virginity, out of despair and hunger I sold the only thing I had left, my body. It was easy at first, finding men who needed company, and for some time I managed to survive. I had food and I had shelter, but life has taught me that nothing is forever.
The sick and twisted ones caught up on me one night. I was beaten, brutally. Raped, savagely, and robbed of all that I had. My shelter was destroyed and the little money I had was taken, I had become nothing again. How I survived is to me still a mystery, all I remember was that I crawled. I crawled for a long, long time through the thick rain while my wounds left their trail of blood on the streets. No one would help me, no one cared.
Life was slowly leaving me; I had no more energy left. The light within me was flickering away. All I could see were the faces of those who did not dare help me, and all I could feel was pain. But one face remained, and did not walk away.
Theresa, her name was Theresa. She saved me that night, not for compassion but for profit. She saw in me a young girl, she saw an opportunity. "Domina Theresa," was what we called her - owner of the Call Girl establishment, "Beauty Never Lies."
She healed me, took me in to her sanctum, and protected me. And through the years my name changed, frequently. For years she groomed me to become a man-trap, a seducer, and a work-girl. I trained in the art of sex to appease men and women of all kinds, until I was ready.
She wanted to own me, to think I was her tool. She trained me for her benefits, so that I would become the best Call Girl she ever made. She used me as much as I used her, and thanks to that, I did become the best. Thanks to her I grew strong and was given a second chance, a chance to live again, and a chance for revenge.
Chapter 1
Imitation
Eight years has passed since that day, and I have become the most sought out Call Girl amongst the high society. Good money, but not so much fun.
"Oh yeah Sarah, that's the spot! Keep sucking me dry!" The old rich judge, he always tasted more sour then sweet. "Shit! Yeah!" Every week Judge Keeler would make an appointment at the Haven hotel in central city, and every week we'd use room 435 for our encounter.
He always enjoyed a good foreplay, more than the actual penetration. Sometimes the night would just continue on with his dick in my mouth until he came and collapsed on the floor. He was one of the few clients of mine that I actually enjoyed being with, as much as he was a disaster in bed; he was always a gentleman - which is a virtue that is rare to find in this city.
His moans sounded more like bear noises; in fact he did resemble a bear. Though bald, except for the sides, his back was filled with hair. So was his ass for that matter, and his chubby form makes him closer to a bear then a man. Yet he was not as strong as a bear, though the sixty year old did have his few moments of glory - it was always somewhat impressive to see him lift me up during sex.
Unfortunately his penis was not impressive, except for the resilience it had. It was smaller than average, and the girth was a bit disappointing. I was able to fit it all in my mouth with hardly any gagging, and I could easily lick around it whilst sucking him off. "Ahh! God, Sarah!" Is he about to blow? I might as well help him then.
I squeezed his balls with my hand while sucking his penis all the way down to his crotch. His pubic hair tickled my nostrils, and smelled of dry semen. I could feel his sacks vibrating and soon a spur of hot cum shot out of his pee-slit, and hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the small amount he had fired, since he found it very satisfying to see. He held my head tight, something he'd usually do when he came, and huffed and moaned at the same time he was coming - until the last drop of sperm had left his body.
I could feel his penis turning flaccid as it exited my mouth. A single thread of cum and saliva attached itself between my mouth and his penis, forming a bridge, while it exited.
"I am sorry Sarah, I did it again. I could not help it, I had to come," he sat down on the bed sweating and breathing heavily, while I cleaned my mouth with a tissue.
"It's ok dear, it was fun as long as it lasted," I always liked it how he'd tell me he was sorry for coming early; it was strangely cute of him.
"Next time, next time I promise you won't be disappointed," he said to me while his breathing became more controlled.
I smiled to him and said, "I am not disappointed," it was important to me that my clients believed themselves the best, so I often lied. I kissed him on the forehead and walked towards the bathroom, readying myself to leave.
"Do feel free to sleep here tonight," he said before I entered the toilet. He knew well I wouldn't, not because he hadn't paid me to, but because I just never did sleep over. I only had two rules I never broke, don't sleep until morning with clients, and don't kiss them on the lips.
Closing the bathroom door behind me I began to inspect myself on the mirror, checking to see what make-up needed to be refreshed. My eyelashes remained mostly untouched except for a small curve on the one of my right eye, which I fixed immediately. My dark-red lips had lost some of its colour, so I used my lipstick to renovate the colour a bit. Though my makeup usually got a bit damaged during sex, it was always my hair that suffered the most. The length of my hair did not help me either, as it made it easier for my clients to grab it during intercourse, thus leaving me to fix it again at the end of it all.
I used a comb to carefully brush my black hair back into place, which was not entirely easy. I then washed my mouth with water and some mouth refresher, which I had brought along; cleaning out the semen that had remained inside of me. Finally I began dressing myself, putting on my underwear first, then the long sleeved black stockings. My bra came third, with the white shirt coming after. I slipped in my grey office skirt and lastly began buttoning the jacket I had brought along.
Every client of mine were fixated on how I dressed, or how I acted, they wanted me to resemble either somebody they knew, or someone they wished to meet. Judge Keeler had an obsession with secretaries, thus I would dress up as one. It was like this we met
Four months ago he paid Theresa to send one of her call girls to meet him at his office dressed as a secretary, and to pretend that she was being interviewed for a work place at his establishment. The judge had then instructed Theresa that the call girl was to flirt with him during the interview and pretend to be interested in him, which would then make the Judge invite her for dinner and finally to a one night intercourse with him at the end of the day - thus fulfilling his sexual fantasy.
Theresa, who was being paid a large amount of money, accepted this by sending one of her girls to play out the Judge's fantasy. Unfortunately she did not act well enough for the Judge, and was therefore sent home to Theresa in a cab the same day. Theresa, then afraid she would lose one of her best clients, decided to send me instead to appease the Judge.
Normally I would've never accepted such a job, but the Judge's role-playing intrigued me - as well as the money being good. I shopped for some good-looking office dress, and then provided myself with some fake glasses and a handbag, so to hype the authenticity of looking like a secretary. Afterwards I dyed my hair completely black and wore a ponytail, this way I looked more like an ambitious woman. Finally I took up the name of Sarah Harper, as I never used my real name during jobs.
I met him in his office a day in November and I knew I had made a good first impression to him as he constantly kept admiring my cleavage through my half opened shirt - which I had left so on purpose. We discussed my fake job application as well as what future I was looking for; I was so good at acting it out that he'd sometimes wonder if I truly was the call girl he had asked for. But I would always reassure him with a wink or a sudden compliment whenever he doubted, which made him more confident.
The role-play he had created flowed perfectly: I flirted with him, and he invited me for dinner. We then spent the evening eating and drinking, playing out his fantasy to the letter, and finally we had sex together in a room at Haven Hotel that he had booked – fulfilling the final act of his play.
