A Sixteen Year Old Whore

Once I started whoring as a living, I would on occasion be asked by clients when I had started to whore. There are many ways to answer this question, but I usually if I am keeping my answer short tell than I did so at sixteen.

I could make an argument that I started whoring several years before when I accepted a quarter from a boy in exchange for a kiss.  Also there were times when I was as young as thirteen that men would slip me a twenty, sometimes more, when I gave them a blowjob.

On the other side of the coin, it would actually be closer to the age of twenty when I became a true whore.  That is when I basically stopped giving it away for free to any man.   If he wanted his dick in either my mouth or my ass, he was opening his wallet first.

So why do I go with sixteen?    Sixteen is when I often found myself going to the mall not to shop but to pick up some guy and fuck for money.  I would find myself alone at home and horny.  I would start to consider my options.  How and where can I find myself some dick today?

For me the mall was a target rich environment.  If I went to the mall looking for boys, I knew I could find boys.  If I went there looking for men, I knew I could find men.  The difference?  Men would pay.  Boys would not.  While there were advantages to getting fucked and making a few dollars, sometimes I just wanted to be with a boy my age who had more than likely never had tranny tail before.

I discovered 'Fuck Me' Shorts when I was thirteen.  While it would be a couple of years before I would start wearing shorts to the mall looking to get fucked, I never had anything but good results from wearing shorts to the mall.

The first time I wore a pair of short shorts to the mall I was really nervous.  As they were tight I was concerned they might show too much up fornt.  As to my ass, did I have an ass worthy of tight short shorts.

I had only been in the mall a few minutes before I was already telling myself I would have to wear shorts to the mall more often.

I have however digressed.  As I said, I was sixteen when I first stated whoring.  I did not do it often.  On average I would say that I went out looking to whore about two or three times a month when I was sixteen and about twice as often when I was seventeen.

How often did I actually whore, actually take money for sex.  Two or three times a month when I was sixteen and about twice as often when I was seventeen in you only count those times I picked up some guy at the mall.

Not uncommonly I would get a call.  He would identify himself by his first name only.   He would remind me of a previous meeting and then he would has if he could see me again.  If I recall him as a man too old to be fucking a sixteen year old girl, I would always tell him I was busy.  Unless he could make it worth my while.  One of these men who I knew really well would call me up every time he came to Spokane, about once every two months and requests a massage.

Once I started to whore I went back to short hair. I had always preferred the limitless looks offered by wigs and as basically each one of my clients prefer a different hair color and style, I decide to go short and wear wigs all the time. I must say there is no better feeling in the world than that of cnanging out of an outfit that says I could be a boy and into an outfit that screams I am a girl. And it is all the better when one knows that she is getting dressed to get fucked, and getting fucked to add $300 to her purse.