Choosing To Whore As My Livelihood

I was nineteen years old when I decided I would make my livelihood as a whore.  To be more accurate, I was nineteen years old when I choose  to acknowledge that I was making my livelihood as a whore and accepted this truth. I had taken a year off before starting college as I wanted to have breast augmentation surgery.

It was about two month before I was to begin my freshman year of college at Spokane Falls Community College when I started question my reasons for going to school.

Breast augmentation was just one of the surgeries I wanted to have performed and the surgery I wanted the most was quite expensive.  On one level it did not make sense to tie up the next four years of my life studying for a career, knowing that more than likely I would not find any career that would make me several hundred dollars a week.

When I looked down the road, paying for sexual reassignment surgery seem feasible with the money I was earning and less feasible with the money I might -- MIGHT -- make coming out of college.  One path had me getting  the surgery in a year or so.  The other path had be thinking I might be lucky to get it done before turned thirty. I was very pleased with the results of my breast augmentations and anxious to get further surgeries done.

As I said, it was less of a decision to whore than an acknowledgement that I had become a whore. It had been three years previous when I first found myself heading out for an evening with the intent of making some cash by selling my body for money.


By a year later, when I was a senior, I was hooking up with several men a month who were paying me for sex. Since graduation, my sole source of income had been money I made from sex.

I never really saw it as defining me as a whore. It was more just something I did. I mean once I left high school I did not have many friends around town and so more often than not when I met a guy all he wanted was sex. And more often than not he was willing to pay for it.

It did not take me long to decide that given a choice between looking to hook up with some boy who just wanted to fuck and a guy who looking was looking for a hot piece of tail, I would more often than not find myself going out to bar and clubs in downtown Spokane.

I did learn one valuable lesson during this year.  Having a dick was not a real handicap in my line of work.  I am not saying that guys didn't care.  I am just saying that if a guy did care, I simply moved on.  More than likely the next guy was not so particular.  For most of the men I serviced during this year, it was mostly about their dick.  An asshole was just a different hole and they often saw it as a welcomed change from what they got at home.  And the rest of the evening, well as I said I had big tits by then and had a very willing mouth.