When I turned 21, the minimal age allowed for the job, I ended up blowing and fucking two men in supervisory line, to get a job as a cocktail waitress at the most expensive hotel in the city. The prices were beyond belief but the people who came in could not care less about it. Amazingly, they paid stingy tips but even at that, I was making good money.

After two months, a man that resembled one of the better looking actors on Mad Men
(somewhere between Hamm and Slattery) asked me to have some coffee with him after work. I did. He told me this: "You have world class face and body and you are sitting on a million dollars. You have just a few, fleeting years to make it in. My clients demand youth above all, but money is no object to them."

Since I gave my virginity to a numb-skull when I was 14 and had blown and fucked two guys just to get my job in the lounge I said, "Tell me more." I ended up being one of his upscale call girls and he gets his share of ass. He wants no money, just sex when he asks for it. That was two years ago. Before I turn 30 I will retire from everything. He was right. I've been flown in private jets as far as Dubai and I can tell you that some of those Arabs will put your best stallion to shame.

In the meantime, two of his other girls and I get together for what we enjoy and we get it all for free with each other.