My trek from whore to courtesan
This story is fiction but based on some real-life adventures. I am dedicating it to all the women who are sex workers or are thinking about it. Sex work is fun and usually profitable, but it can also be very dangerous if you are not careful.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
I am promiscuous. I have an insatiable appetite for all things sensual. I have read many sexy novels, like "The Story of O", the classics of Marquis de Sade's - "Justine and "120 Days of Sodom". I fantasized about being the different characters in those stories. I wrote a college paper about "The Story of O".
My friend Lil and I were popular and sexually active, and we both craved sex and each other.
My Mom owned a very successful escort service. I wanted to work for her, but she would tell me only after I get my college degree.
So instead I worked as a bar tender in a bikini bar. My friend Lil also worked in the same bar as a waitress. Sometimes we were approached by customers offering to pay us for "dates".
Exploring the City
We attended a community college, and I majored in accounting. Sometimes we would skip classes and go to New York City from our Long Island home. We loved walking around the City. We would take a train into Penn Station and go up to the street where Macy's was located and shop for clothes and girly stuff. Victoria's Secret was our favorite store. And I freely used my mom's credit cards.
Then we walked around the streets taking in the sights and smells of the City. Many times guys stared at us or would ask if we were "lost" or needed help. We laughed and kept walking. We knew what they really wanted!
Sometimes we ended up in some seedy areas along the West Side.
Walking along 11th Ave and the 30's we saw many street walkers. Scantily dressed girls (sometimes partly naked) waving to cars as they drove by. We watched the women take men into a vacant building, alleys or hop in a car. I was absorbed by all the street action. I would feel a pulse in my sex seeing the power these women seemed to have over the john's.
Touring the hood
On a sunny afternoon, as we strolled along a street, a large brand-new Cadillac slowly drove ahead of us. The driver was a huge black man in is 30's. He stopped and smiled at us and said, "you look lost". I smiled back and said, "no sir we are not lost - we are just sightseers".