Choosing to Whore -- The Only Girl In the World

One evening I received a phone call from someone who found my ad on Backpage.com. He was in town for a soccer tournament with his high school daughter. Was I free? As I often joked when men used this term, I replied that I was available if not free.

He stayed for two hours that night, deciding he wanted to have a second helping of my young tight tranny ass.

As we laid in bed, allowing him a few minutes to build it up again, we talked about his trip to Spokane.  He was  their with his daughter.  He had made the trip before with his older daughter, who was now attending school at EWU just a few miles outside of Spokane.  His wife was home, unable to make the trip due to professional responsibilities.

He could have been at the hotel spending time with his daughter.  He could have been in Cheney visiting his older daughter.  He could have been in his room talking to his wife on the phone.  But he was at my place fucking my ass.

He could have found other girls on Backpage, girls that are genetically girls.  But he had called me.  He could have taken his money and gone out to a bar, using it to buy some woman drinks and hoping for a piece of ass.  But he was with me.

While it was not always the case for me, as I have become more proficient at what I do, and as I am asking more money, when a man fucks my ass, he is doing so because I am the one girl who is important to him at that time.  I am his 'only girl in the world."

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Choosing To Whore -- Don't Do Love

I simply don't do love.

Now I am not saying that I am any different than any other teenage girl.  I had my share of boyfriends over the years.  Some of them even felt like they were real.  They never were.

They were never 'in love.'  The boys I dated usually were just . . .   Well, horny.  Pretty much the same reason boys date most girls in high school.

While they were never in love, I often found myself 'in love.'  And when it turned out that I was living a different kind of fantasy than the one that had become my life, I would feel the hurt of being so naive.

There came a time when I knew  that all the boys ever really wanted from me was a piece of ass or a blowjob so I stopped playing the boyfriend-girlfriend game.  I had always been easier, but I came to accept easy as my life.  As I started giving it away like it was nothing special, I found sex less satisfying.  I started to be more particular.  To pick and choose who got his dick in my ass.

It was not long on this path before I came to the conclusioin that money was as good as standard as any.  Pay me, get some ass.  Don't and don't get ass.  It was not a deal breaker.  If a guy was cute and I was a horny, it was not like I needed to take money before I would spread my cheeks for a boy.

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Choosing To Whore -- Why Should She Have All The Fun

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Choosing to Whore -- All About the Moves

I was not as quick to learn all the lessons of being a good whore as I would like to think. While it was easy enough to sell myself when I was out looking to make some extra cash, once it became my livelihood, my sole source of income, I often felt that I was selling myself too cheaply.

While I did not learn the lesson until after I had been whoring for about three years, I came to understand that I am not really selling sex -- I am selling the total package.

A whore wearing a tube top and a pair of short shorts and working a corner in a low end neighborhood is never going to make the money that a well-dressed call girl will make working an high end hotel that caters to business men.  On the corner, I would be lucky to make $100.  At the hotel, if I am dressed the part, I can ask for five times as much easily.

On those nights that I look truly stunning I might start with an asking rate of $1000.  Where I am going with this is that as my desirably goes up, so does my asking rate.  Men see value in the smallest details.  I loved learning what men wanted to see, what they were willing to pay for and then making it happen.  Often this was as simple as putting my arms in the air as I danced.  Men seemed to love that.  Mostly I suspect because it so closely mirrors a woman having an orgasm with her arms a flailing.

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