Straight Female / 31
It's Just The Way It Is
Some time ago I lost my job and had a lot of trouble finding another one. I worked temp, g9t hired and let go. I got depressed and my financial situation got worse and worse and I got an eviction notice from my apartment. It was winter and I was on the elevator, my coat missed two buttons, the collar was torn, my purse was coming apart. The man on the elevator looked at me up and down before he spoke.
He asked me if things were ok in my life, where did I work. I broke down and let it all out to this stranger. After I stopped talking he asked me how old I was, was I married, did I live alone. He then said I was young, nice looking, I certainly could do what women had always done. I had to ask, and what was that? He looked at me and said that for a girl like me he could be generous.
The long story short is what you expect, facing eviction I agreed to go with him for a price plus a bonus if I spent the night. I became a whore, a slut, a girl for money. After two dates with him he told me he didn't want to share, a monthly stipend and I'd be all his. I went on a monthly 'retainer', paid directly by his company. For certain acts I got bonuses, out of town trips I got paid a travel allowance. Between my retainer and bonuses I took home more than I earned working full time.
He became clingy, he fell for me, demanding more and more of time. He took me with him when he went to London, he took me to Brisbane, to Berlin, to Rio. I moved uptown to one of his company's apartments. I wore nice clothes, nice purses, nice j*welry. Three years later he pushed me to marry him, no prenup. It's been seven years since I became his whore. Yes I'm married, but I'm still a whore. I have sex for the money, I don't love him. I fake it.
He asked me if things were ok in my life, where did I work. I broke down and let it all out to this stranger. After I stopped talking he asked me how old I was, was I married, did I live alone. He then said I was young, nice looking, I certainly could do what women had always done. I had to ask, and what was that? He looked at me and said that for a girl like me he could be generous.
The long story short is what you expect, facing eviction I agreed to go with him for a price plus a bonus if I spent the night. I became a whore, a slut, a girl for money. After two dates with him he told me he didn't want to share, a monthly stipend and I'd be all his. I went on a monthly 'retainer', paid directly by his company. For certain acts I got bonuses, out of town trips I got paid a travel allowance. Between my retainer and bonuses I took home more than I earned working full time.
He became clingy, he fell for me, demanding more and more of time. He took me with him when he went to London, he took me to Brisbane, to Berlin, to Rio. I moved uptown to one of his company's apartments. I wore nice clothes, nice purses, nice j*welry. Three years later he pushed me to marry him, no prenup. It's been seven years since I became his whore. Yes I'm married, but I'm still a whore. I have sex for the money, I don't love him. I fake it.
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