I had a good childhood. Nice parents, two older sisters, plenty of friends in the neighborhood. Things changed around 10th grade. All of a sudden girls and boys were different, sex entered into the picture. For some reason, I was horrible around girls, just couldn't talk to them, relate to them. I was a brain, made perfect grades. Looking back, I was a nerd, tall, skinny, gawky, interested in technical things. It lasted through college. I was a virgin at 22 when I finished college and went to work in the high tech field. I was with a small start-up company and we worked forever. Long hours, lousy diets, but stimulating in a way because we were breaking new ground.
That's when I was introduced to whores. My very first sex was with an extremely well built, very attractive whore. I loved it. She sucked my cock. Actually I think she made love to my cock. She told me I was bigger than most men and that she just loved my cock. She told me how to do the same to her body, so I learned to suck her breasts and lick her pussy and discovered that I liked it all as much as she seemed to. Then we fucked. And fucked. The best evening and night of my life. It cost a lot but my boss paid for it, for me and several other male employees. So I started using whores as often as I could either get my boss to pay for them or else afford them myself. Good whores, higher priced whores who were universally attractive with great bodies. Ideal sex partners in my opinion.
Then another guy I worked with and me had an idea for a product and we got some venture capital money and started our own company. Once we had proven our concept a very large corporation paid us millions of dollars and bought us out. I then started work on a variation of that product and managed to create my own business. A very successful, fast growing business. I have offers to buy my company and some day I might accept one of them. But for right now, I'm doing fine. My own business, more money that I know what to do with -- I have a staff that invests it for me but much of it goes back into the business. And I get fucked regularly by high priced whores.
I'm 26 years old and have a degree of fame, at least in the high tech world, the business world, and I enjoy my life a lot.
I get a phone call from a counselor at the high school I went to some years before, asking if I would talk to a group of students, seniors, about the college experience and working and making a living. I remember that he taught there when I was there and I agree. So, here I am at my old high school, standing with Mr. Beltran, a gray haired man who's taught for thirty years and now is a guidance counselor, in the front of a classroom as young people file in.
"There's Racquel," he says, "I didn't expect to see her here."
"Who?" I asked, I hadn't really been paying a lot of attention.
"Racquel Gutierrez," he says, nodding toward one side of the room. "The good looking dark haired girl. Sad story behind her. Her parents were illegals but she and her brother were both born here and about four years ago, the rest of her family were killed in an automobile accident. So she's been a ward of the court, living in foster homes. When she turns eighteen in a short while, she'll be tossed on her own, the county quits paying for foster care once you're eighteen. She's perhaps our best student, very smart and extremely nice. But she's going to be on the street in a few months and yet here she is trying to find out about college and life."
The girl he mentioned was indeed very good looking. Hispanic, dark hair, dark eyes. Seems tall and slim and yet I can see she has a definite female body. Seventeen years old, a student with no make up on, yet beautiful. She could be a model or actress, she's such a beauty. Not a cute face, like the girl next door, but high cheek bones and an aquiline nose. If she were an actress, she should be cast as the queen, very regal.
And then the class starts and I have to talk and answer questions. When the class ends, several students come up, including the dark haired beauty. She tells me she has no money at all, needs to find a job and wants to go to college. I tell her that I knew a guy that worked as a janitor at the Chevron refinery in El Segundo at night and went to the University of Southern California. USC , not some state school, and he finally graduated, paying his own way. So it's possible, particularly with student loans. She needs to find a job better than flipping burgers. I suggest that Mr. Beltran could help by perhaps aiming her at some government job, at the state or country or even the federal government, the pay is much better. Perhaps even private companies, like manufacturing companies. I said that perhaps my company might even have a job for someone with a high school education even though the top jobs all go to people who are technically capable, usually with a lot of education. Privately, as I look at her, I think that she might make a terrific high priced prostitute. I'd be very willing to pay top dollar to fuck her.
Then I'm gone and that's over. Actually it isn't over. I go to Human Resources the next day and say that if a young girl named Racquel Gutierrez comes in they should seriously see if they could offer her some work. I even tell them, this isn't an order, I'm not saying you have to, I just know this girl is looking for work so if we have something she could do, it would be kind if we could employ her. Then, about three or four days later, I'm coming down the elevator, out into the lobby, and this beautiful young girl runs up to me and kisses me. I mean really kisses me, on the lips and seriously, and tells me how she just got hired. I look around embarrassed. Later, I talk with one of the women in Human Resources who smiles and says I looked as if I had been ambushed when Racquel ran up to me.
A week or so later, I stop into the company cafeteria for lunch and Racquel is there so I sit across from her and ask how things are going. She gushes out a lot to me. Because of Mr. Beltran she'd filed for scholarships and had actually been offered some at a couple different colleges. She had also realized that she'd have to wait a semester or two before she could start because she wasn't making that much money and she needed to pay for a place to stay and for food and clothing. Because she had no credit history and no bank account, she had to pay cash and it was all very close but she was exuberant about thanking me for giving her a job. Even though I make sure she knows I didn't personally hire her, she still gives me the credit. Apparently she turned eighteen, the county stopped making any payments to her foster family, so she was out. At the same time, she had this job so she found a cheap motel by the day to stay at until she got her first pay check. She was behind and in debt but could see her way clear to getting started. She kisses me again. Fully on the lips, a real kiss.
I feel for her but am not sure what to do. So I do nothing. A week later, I run into her in the cafeteria again. She's running into problems. The guy who runs the motel wants payment from her even though she hasn't received her first pay check from us. Apparently he was willing to use her body in lieu of cash. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet and give it to her and suggest she use it. Then I do something that perhaps I shouldn't have.
I tell her that she is beautiful. That a lot of men would be willing to pay a lot of money to use her body. She could get much more than just a free week at a cheap motel. She could make good money as a high level prostitute. She wonders how I know this so I tell her that I use prostitutes regularly and they make very good money, around a thousand dollars for one night. Of course they have a limited life as a high wage earner but it's a way to get her through tough times.
"But, I'd have to have sex with whoever hired me, wouldn't I?" she asks. "Different races, fat or slim, nice or obnoxious. And I'd have to do whatever they wanted." I agree that this is true. She then goes on, "It's not like they're all you. I mean, it would be easy to say yes to you but perhaps not to many of the others. You're nice, you're good looking, you're kind."
We have a gym in the company so I work out regularly but good looking was something new to me.Her answer gives me a thought though. You have to understand my mind doesn't work the same when it comes to females. "So, I could hire you and pay you to have sex with me?" I ask.
"Oh, that's a whole nother subject," she says. "It was just my response to your suggesting I become a prostitute.'
