As a quick prelude to this anecdote: INB4 you salty old timers tell me that this is all common knowledge that any simple punter knows. I am sharing this nugget out of the kindness of my heart to the less experienced whoremongers so that they don't have to drop hundreds on miserable professionals before learning this like I did.
I spent this evening with a 20 year old cocaine addict with excellent tits. It would be an understatement to say she's green - it's her second month in the game. Because of this, she was uncharacteristically chatty and told me some stuff about the industry that I had never even considered.
First of all, a 15 minute booking lasted an hour. I picked her up and took her to my place, she accepted my offer of a glass of red and we got down to business. It was great. She was wet as a fish and genuinely enjoyed it although I could tell she was holding back. I asked if she was liking it and she said "yeah but I've learned to hold back my emotions because it makes some guys just think they're gods."
This was the first time I'd been with a girl who was at that precocious halfway point between citizen and professional slut. The shag lasted much longer than the agreed upon quarter hour and eventually she remembered the line her madame had taught her and said "sorry but I've got to be going soon."
So I promised an imminent ejac and soon afterwards delivered it deep in her puss. Clearly her appointment wasn't that important because we sat for 20 minutes or so drinking wine and chatting, and this is when the real story came out.
In her coke addled openness she told me how it all works. She said that she quit her job, had no source of income apart from this new vocation of hers. The first time she did it, she said, she threw up afterwards. But now, apparently, she loves it because she makes money from doing fuck all ("but I've got nothing to show for it cos I'll spend it on another bag straight away!").
It racked my nerves a tad when she told me about her 'manager' who is her 'best friend' and organises everything including security and answering all texts and phone calls. I took this to mean that there was a roided up lowlife in a black BMW just round the corner from my cosy flat poised and ready to bash in my skull should things not go to plan, but she assured me that on this occasion she 'couldn't be bothered' to call in the cavalry, so I relaxed.
She hadn't told a soul about her new career path, apart from her 'manager' and creepy next door neighbour. Throughout the conversation, her phone kept buzzing and she seemed frustrated. I took that to mean that this 'manager' was keeping close tabs on her.
For a £1500 booking, this kind 'manager' took £500. This young girl seemed to think this was a fair deal. I don't know how I felt. How much profit do I generate for my fatcat American CEO when I slave away over a desk for 40 hours a week? What percentage of that comes back to me in my salary? Fuck knows. At least I don't have to suck old man cock though, which this young freak certainly does.
Anyways, if you've made it this far into my ramble, I just wanted to put into writing the fact that this experience with a not-quite-prossy has kind of changed my whole view of the industry. She is clearly a girl stuck in a spiral of addiction and working a job that takes a huge emotional toll. She fucks, she feels terrible, she buys coke, she feels better, repeat. It explains perfectly why some of the older whores I've met have been so distant, unwilling to engage in any way other than to spread their legs. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little sad.
And with a preemptive 'fuck you' to the heartless bastards who have been shagging aids-ridden sluts behind their overweight wives' backs for decades and couldn't care less about a young whore, I'll still say that I wish the best for this young lady. I hope that she can find some happiness in her life.
But then again, who am I to say that? As a degenerate lowlife whoremonger myself? A sad lonely man who pays good money to fuck even though he can hardly afford it?
At the end of the day I had a great night and it was £50 well spent so hey ho.
Until next time
