Bi-Sexual Female / 34
From Riches To Rags
When I was born, the middle girl of three my father was doing very well professionally. We lived in a nice house with a pool, he drove a Corvette and my mother had a live in au pair. His career did better and by the time we were in our teens we were in the most exclusive private school, lived in a huge house with a tennis court and swimming pool. My mom had 'staff', a full time chef and a housekeeper.
Then, my father had a stroke which paralyzed him and took his ability to speak away. His job went away, his insurance went to his care, the income stopped as he didn't have any disability insurance. My mother then did what destroyed us financially, she sold our house and 'invested' the money with a 'businessman'. All the money disappeared.
Three girls 17, 16 and 14 pushed into a small house and only social disability for income. I started, then convinced my sisters to come along. We had the looks and upbringing and we started to prostitute ourselves to wealthy men and women who wanted girls our age. As we got busier we recruited other pretty girls and the business expanded. My mother took the money, no questions asked.
My little sister got busted by the police, still a juvenile she was treated as a 'victim' if she talked. The business was over, my older sister and I were in jail, my little sister put in a foster home. My father died from another stroke, my mother got cancer and died six months later. My sister and I served our sentences. Our little sister married a mechanic. With my sister we live in a small apartment, I worked in a hotel and she works as a clerk in a shipping company. We are single, prostitutes don't have much luck with husbands.
That in a few paragraphs is the story of three little rich girls who became poor without a future.
Then, my father had a stroke which paralyzed him and took his ability to speak away. His job went away, his insurance went to his care, the income stopped as he didn't have any disability insurance. My mother then did what destroyed us financially, she sold our house and 'invested' the money with a 'businessman'. All the money disappeared.
Three girls 17, 16 and 14 pushed into a small house and only social disability for income. I started, then convinced my sisters to come along. We had the looks and upbringing and we started to prostitute ourselves to wealthy men and women who wanted girls our age. As we got busier we recruited other pretty girls and the business expanded. My mother took the money, no questions asked.
My little sister got busted by the police, still a juvenile she was treated as a 'victim' if she talked. The business was over, my older sister and I were in jail, my little sister put in a foster home. My father died from another stroke, my mother got cancer and died six months later. My sister and I served our sentences. Our little sister married a mechanic. With my sister we live in a small apartment, I worked in a hotel and she works as a clerk in a shipping company. We are single, prostitutes don't have much luck with husbands.
That in a few paragraphs is the story of three little rich girls who became poor without a future.
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