The title says I 'did' it for the money, but it should be I 'do' it for the money. I went to college, but never figured out what to do with my degree in English Literature and went from job to job, working in a book store, substitute teacher, nanny, retail, but nothing that paid very well. Along the way, I was working at the time at a book store I met a man who came in often to buy books. One day I was having lunch at the small sandwich shop and he came in and sat down at my table and started talking to me.

I had not asked him to sit, nor had he asked permission. He talked and I was out of time and had to get back to the store, but he grabbed my wrist and held me at the table and asked me why I was running off. I told him that I had to go to work, he asked why? I told him because I had to pay my rent, that's why. All this time he had me by the wrist and I could not get away. The sandwich shop was full, and there were lots of people and no matter how I tried to get my hand free I couldn't. He asked me how much I made, until I told him, and he took out an amount of money equal to a week's pay and put it on the table and told me to stay put.

I quit fighting, my wrist hurt and I didn't know what to do. He got up and told me to go with him. He had me by the wrist and I just followed, I had quit thinking. He had picked up the money and he took me to his car and put me in the car, and then he got in and took me to his house.

I asked him what he was doing? He said, and these were his words, 'I am going to fuck you until I get $500 worth'.

It was terrible, he didn't even try to be gentle, he was so rough and it took a while before I finally got wet enough for him to be able to have sex with me to his satisfaction. I don't remember how long it took, maybe ten minutes, but when he was done he tore my top off to see my breasts. He went to his pants and took the $500 out of his pocket and threw it on me.

I got dressed and fixed my hair and asked him to take me back to the mall. He told me that whores don't tell the john what to do. By then he was recovered enough that he wanted to have sex again to his full $500 value. I whimpered but it made no difference and he had sex again. It wasn't until two hours later that he took me back to the mall. I lost my job.

Now today I have sex with him at least once a week, but usually more often. He pays me but he gets his money worth. I need the money, I don't work any more, I am his private whore. He has made me be there with another woman, and have sex with her, he paid me extra. She was a real whore. I hated it, but I do what I am told. I asked him to never make me do that again, I just can't put my face down there, I don't understand how men want to put their face down there and stick their tongue in you. I just don't think I could do that again.

Right now we are playing Russian roulette. He took me off the pill. He pulls out during my fertile time, but doesn't pull out when he thinks it is safe. He measures the time, if he isn't shooting blanks, I will end up pregnant. If he gets me pregnant, he will have to support me and his child. I might as well get pregnant, my life is all about him now. I get more and more money, he gave me money to buy a car.

I never dreamt that I would be 'kept' in return for sex. I don't consider myself a whore, but he calls me his whore. I don't do anything with anyone else, only him. Not like that real whore, who did it with anyone, and did anything for money.

I'm just a kept woman.