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I never thought this was where I'd end up in life. But then away, how many little girls dream to be on the streets at night selling their bodies to horny men of all ages and types for money?
But it's not what you think, Daddy never abused me and Mama was perfect in my eyes up until the day she passed away last year. But one parent can hardly raise seven little girls on his own...I tried to say and help, but Daddy insisted I go to college. But I just couldn't do it. So instead, I faked an acceptance letter and full ride scholarship to a community college a few cities away.
I started out fine...I got a studio apartment with the little money I had and I worked at a diner to try and save money for bills...but also because I wanted to try and send money back home to help Daddy with my sisters.
To this day, Daddy still thinks his little girl got out, and is getting a business degree at college...I still work at the diner during the day...but at night...I hide behind an alter ego.
It was three months after I moved away and I was walking home late one night from the diner, when a middle aged man walked up to me from the shadows of an alley and asked me if I was looking for a date.
My eyes grew wide and innocent and I tried to leave. But he flashed a fifty dollar bill, and I froze right where I was, the bill catching my eyes. There was an evil glint in his eye that made me nervous as he laughed, tucking the bill into the waist of my black skirt before he ripped open my blouse.
I shrieked in surprise as the buttons popped off, and the air was cold upon my skin as he pushed me down onto my knees on the cold, hard ground.
The whole time my heart raced and it felt like hours and hours that I was with him, but in truth it was over in minutes.
I felt his flaccid cock slide between my lips and his fingers held a light grip in my hair as he started to grow hard in only an instant of being in my mouth. I was at a complete loss as I kneeled there. I wasn't completely innocent...but I certainly was not one who was used to having a strangers penis in my mouth with his money tucked into my skirt either!
Moments later, there was a twitch from his member as he slid it in and out of my mouth, before I blushed and cringed from the spurt of his semen upon my tongue.
I felt his fingers tighten around my jaw and a twinge of fear made me grow completely still. But he simply ordered me to swallow, or he'd take the fifty back.
Closing my eyes, I cringed as I forced myself to swallow what was in my mouth, a shudder coursing through me, and he laughed down at me, tossing another bill that landed atop my cleavage.
"That's a good whore." Was all he said before he slipped back into the shadows of the alley from which he came.
For almost ten minutes I stayed kneeling there, in plain view if anyone were to come along. My blouse ripped open and moving in the light breeze and my knees dirty from the pavement. I- I didn't know what to feel, and I almost thought it all just a dream. But it was a reality, and as I looked down at the second bill upon my cleavage, I gasped as it was another fifty. The first fifty I could feel scratching the skin at my waist and it hit me like a freight train. The guilt, the degradation of what had just happened.
I remember racing to a nearby trash can with the money in hand, intending on throwing it away, but instead, I found myself emptying the contents of my stomach with tears welling in my eyes. What had I done?!
Gripping the money tightly, I wrapped my blouse around my exposed flesh and ran the remaining half a mile to my studio apartment.
Once inside, the chain and bold securely locking my door, I turned on my shower and stripped down, standing naked beneath the stream of hot water, ,trying desperately to was the dirty feeling that I felt cling to my body.
That night was one of the most sleepless nights of my life. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured that stranger and felt his cock in my mouth, and remembered the hundred dollars I'd gotten from the whole ordeal. I could have stopped it at any moment, and told him to go to hell...I could have walked away...But instead, I had thought about the money he'd tucked into my skirt and stayed, thinking to myself that I could put that money to such good use! But at the same time, now, the overwhelming shame overcame me every time I thought about how I got it...
The next morning, as soon as the post office opened, I was standing outside of it with an envelope in my hand. It had the two fifty dollar bills safely tucked away within a letter addressed to Daddy and I sighed softly as I let it drop in the outgoing mail slot.
Of course I didn't tell him where it truly came from. Instead, I made up an excuse that it was extra money from my job at the diner. With the reasoning being, that I didn't have to pay tuition (as I had faked the scholarship) or rent (as he thought it was my place on campus also covered) and it was extra he could use to help with things back home.
Two days later, I got a call on my cell and I almost dreaded answering it. With a sigh I flipped it open trying to sound pleasant. "Hi Daddy."
"Isabelle!" Came his worry filled voice. "What is this? I- I can't take this, Isabelle! I'm sending it back today."
I almost forgot to talk as I thought again of how I'd gotten it, but I tried not to think about that right now. "Daddy, don't do that, please."
There was a deep sigh from him before he spoke again. "Isabelle, you work hard for that money, you should put it in a savings for yourself. You shouldn't worry about bills that aren't your own...You have school to worry about and your own life."
