The Night I Sold Myself

I'm a Croatian woman, when I was in my early twenties I was waiting tables in Valletta, a summer job. That day I was working the night shift. Three businessman came in, a couple of Englishmen and an American. The American was obviously the boss. They ordered expensive wine, something to bite on, told me to leave them alone for a while and not sit anyone else in that room. The American called me back to the table, he told me I had nice tits, then let me go.

They talked in hush tones, the American was angry, upset. I was called back for another bottle of wine and some more things to bite on. The American pulled me beside him, he told me again that he liked my tits and ran his hand down my leg. I pulled away but he grabbed me and told me to stand still. His hand went across my bottom, and he told me he wanted me to be nice to him.

I told the bartender I wasn't going back in. He went in to take the dinner order. The American stood and talked to him and the bartender sent me back in. I stood across from the American, he stared at me and spoke in a low voice. I leaned forward to hear and he told me he wanted my tits. He stood and put a 100 Euro note in my shirt, then sent me to get their order in.

He tipped me 500 Euros, told me to get my things so that I could go with him to his hotel. He undressed me, ate me, bathed me, fucked me, put another 500 Euros in my hand and told me to stay the night. In the morning he ordered breakfast in the room. He called the front desk and had the j*welry send up a Cartier watch which he gave me before I left.

I sold myself that night, made two weeks of tips that night and a 2500 watch. I hated myself for a while. I still have and wear the watch.