I Married A Sex Worker, Turns Out I Had Taken Her Virginity

Yes, I went to an orgy. No clothes, no names, lone ranger mask for the boys, masquerade mask for the girls. Some girls brought their girl scout card to prove they were girls. The music was loud with a dance beat, the lights turned down low, the blinds closed. A 'starter' blew a police whistle to start, and two whistles for breaktime. No holes barred.

Boys will be boys, and they fought over a girl's jokes, girls being girls they selected on quality and size. Not all boys liked girls, not all girls liked boys. It was a free for all, and by the time the last two whistles blew the boys were worn out and not all the girls impressed.

As I left, dressed for the street, a girl caught up with me, put her arm in my arm, 'why didn't I like her?' I begged her, what was her mask like? She said she didn't need a mask to recognize me, she remembered me from college. I was silent, she said her name was Paula, we were in Chemistry class the first semester. The fog of memory struck me. She said I took her to a dance, with another guy and her roommate. I had 'taken' her virginity.

The fog did lift, she was a freshman, I was about to graduate picking up a science credit I was missing. We walked with no further words. Until I had to ask, 'why would she go to an orgy?' Girls usually don't talk about their sex lives, but as I had taken her virginity, she filled me in and told me. Not all the girls there were there because they wanted to, some of the girls were there because they were paid for it.

See, orgies were oversubscribed by boys, never enough girls. I had to ask, was she a whore? No she said, she was a dancer, and worked parties for extra money. Dancer? Like ballet, or a stripper? A stripper she said, who ever heard of ballet dancers working sex dates or parties?

We became friends, dated. She showed me she could cook, and dreamed of a house with a picket fence. She got into the sex work for the money, snd she would quit it for walk down the isle.