Chapter 02 - Solo Street Whores

Chapter 2 - Solo Street Whores

We took a subway to Penn station. We were approached by men right away - we looked hot, young, and available - and we were!!

We agreed to charge $20 for a blow job, $50 for a fuck. And we began our new adventure as street whores!

We decided to work the streets between the convention center and the entrance and exit to the Lincon Tunnel. There were a few hookers walking the streets just as before when Jax gave us the tour.

Within a few minutes a car pulled up by Lil, I watched as she spoke to the driver then got in and waved to me with a big smile.

I continued walking the street, watching as other hookers were being approached. I thought I saw the red head Kitty that Jax said was his best Ho.

Then a car pulled up next to me. An older white guy in a blue business suit was driving. He motioned to me to come over to the open window. I bent over the door letting him get a look at my swaying melons.

I asked him: "Are you looking for a party?" He said "I have not seen you here before" I shrugged without answering him, I did not want him to think that I was inexperienced.

Then he said that he was looking for a girl like me who he wanted to party with. I smiled and said, "then I am your girl" he asked, "what are your party favors?" I said: how does a blow job sound. He asked How much?" I said $20.00. He looked surprised, then he said "get in" unlocking the passenger door. I slid in smiling at him.

He drove around the block and stopped in front of a derelict building and parked his car. He seemed to know the neighborhood.

I then leaned next to him and began to unzip the fly on his pants. I took his stiffening penis out of his underwear.

He said: "I want to fondle your tits, so I lifted my halter top letting my boobs out. He began to rub my tits and twist my nipples.

As I leaned over and slid my lips tight around his penis head. I then sucked on his cock like it was a straw in a Pepsi bottle. He moaned.

I began to bob my head up and down I felt his cock grow and stiffen in my mouth. I heard him grunt. I was sucking him hard, and he was moaning.

His salty precum coated my tongue. I swallowed it.

As I continued to glide my head up and down his swollen penis, I rolled his balls around in the palm of my hand squeezing them gently.

After a few minutes I sensed he was going to cum, so I squeezed both the base of his penis and just under his helmet, hoping to slow the ejaculation.

He moaned louder and louder. I then rapped my thick red lips around the tip of his penis, and he exploded a load of funky tasting cum in my mouth.

I swallowed his jizz with each thrust of his ejaculate. He moaned with pleasure, and I let his shrinking penis slide out of my mouth sucking one last time as penis slid past my lips and swallowing the last drops of cum.

He relaxed back in his seat.

Evaluating a New Street Whore

I was happy that I performed well for my first time.

He said, "You give good fellatio". I was surprised that he used that term. He said it was "one of the better ones he has had in a while."

I smiled thanking him as I wiped some of his cream off my chin then licked my fingers clean.

He then asked if I was new to the life?

I looked at him with a puzzled look. I did not want him to think that his was my first time.

I asked him "why did he say that?"

Like a mentor he instructed me on a few things.

First he said that I was too casual about offering my service, second I did not ask for the money up front, third I did not ask him if he was a cop, fourth I did not put a condom on his dick.

I was stunned and pissed off.

He reached for his wallet and took out two $20.00 bills handing them to me. I was puzzled because I thought he was giving me a tip.

Then he said that, in this neighborhood, the growing rate for a blow job is $50.00 And the girls ask for more money to have their tits fondled.

Then he said the hookers get a big premium for a bare back blow job and for swallowing.

What you gave me was worth about $150.00 of fun- so $40.00 is a bargain.

I was pissed off about all that he said.

He looked at me and said: "It is obvious that you know how to give great head I really enjoyed it" he then patted my tits and slid his hand down to my ass, saying "and you are probably a good fuck".

He said, "you may not last a long time in this neighborhood." He pointed to a couple of whores up the street. He said that I was underselling them, and their pimp will be coming for me soon.

He continued "you don't belong here; you are eager, fresh and youthful. You probably would be better at an upscale brothel or as a high-end call girl."

That made me think of my mom's agency.

"And you need training."

He said "my advice to you is to get out of this neighborhood and find an escort agency. But if you want to stay here then you should get a pimp and not go solo.

He took a business card out of a leather case and handed it to me. It had a phone number and read:

Don Fox - Private

Entertainment Procurer

He told me to call him if I ever needed help or advice.

I tucked the card in my pocket and walked away.

Choices to make

I saw Lil. We exchange experiences. Lil said she fucked a John for $50.00 and I showed her the $40.00 I got for giving head.

I asked her if he wore a condom, and she shook her head no then added "you know that I am taking the pill - like you!?"

"Lil we need to talk". We went into a greasy spoon diner on 34

th

St. and 9

th

Ave and sat in a booth.

I told Lil everything that Don Fox said to me. I told her I think we were making some big mistakes like my mom warned us about.

I said that I would feel comfortable by calling the pimp Jax and joining his stable like he offered.

Lil said "no way! I am having fun and making some money. Why are you so scared and want to give our hard-earned scratch to a fucking pimp?" I said, "Lil we don't know what we are doing! I don't want to get hurt" she let out a long sigh snaring at me.

Then about 5 girls came into the diner. They were obviously street whores by the way they dressed. Some wore deep V neck short dresses, sheer tops and bikini bottoms, fish net stockings they are hot and slutty looking - I was excited by there "look".

I saw two of the girls that we chatted with a few weeks ago and Kitty. They sat at a table next to us and glowered at us.

One of the hookers was going to the bathroom and said loudly: "I saw you two poachers invading my hood". The other girls heard that and got up. Kitty said yes I did see you flashing cars earlier. All of our voices were getting louder. I was getting nervous and told Lil that I wanted to leave.

One of the girls told Kitty that I was the one that Jax drove around the hood. Kitty said "Yes I remember Massa telling me about this bitch. She then said you "kunt! -Jax offered you a good job and you stab him in the back!"

Lil said, "so what - its none of your business what we do".

Kitty said it is our business! this is Massa Jax's territory, and you are not wanted here. Get out!

Lil said, "Fuck you!! we can go where we want.

I took Lil by the arm, and we left the dinner.

We went back home that evening.

Bad Choice

Over the summer we kept returning to the hood.

I sucked many old white cocks. Sometimes we worked together but mostly one on one with the Johns.

We were freelancers underselling the street hookers. They were pissed that we were intruding into their territory. The pimps would chase us - but we always got away.

We did this for a couple of months, and we turned lots of tricks. It seemed like there was an endless supply of John's. We noticed that the cops ignored the street action and rarely hassled us.