Straight Female / 32
I Have Always Been A Whore One Way Or The Other Now I Do Sexual Favors
For some reason I was always serious. Straight As. I started dog sitting, then baby sitting, I was fourteen and worked every weekend. When I turned sixteen I got a job as a hostess, then at seventeen as a waitress, later waiting tables at a college pizza parlor. Lots of tips from older men who wanted to scope out college girls.
I saved a lot, to me anyway. I went to college at the same college where I was a pizza girl. Except I was a college girl. Tits and ass was the ticket. After college with a degree in finance I worked in the treasury department of a large corporation. I worked overtime, delivered on my paperwork, worked weekends at a club for rich types. Tits and ass.
I turned twenty seven and I was assigned to go to Brussels with a VP, as the subject matter expert. I was tempted, tempted to sit up front with him, tempted to sleep with him. Tempted to accept a new set of diamond earrings, tempted to get drunk. But I resisted, did my job, slept alone. On the way back a flight attendant told me I had been upgraded, beside him. I was caught, seven hours in the air beside him.
In Chicago he surprised me we were staying over, at the airport Hilton. One room, one bed, he was on top of me, and I started working for him. I got g*fts, not money. Stuff you could sell. Stuff you wear, stuff you drive, stuff you live in. I was promoted, got a raise, earned a bonus. I made more money than I ever made. But I am a whore, his whore. I'm a whore, I don't love him, I do it for the money.
Tits and Ass.
I saved a lot, to me anyway. I went to college at the same college where I was a pizza girl. Except I was a college girl. Tits and ass was the ticket. After college with a degree in finance I worked in the treasury department of a large corporation. I worked overtime, delivered on my paperwork, worked weekends at a club for rich types. Tits and ass.
I turned twenty seven and I was assigned to go to Brussels with a VP, as the subject matter expert. I was tempted, tempted to sit up front with him, tempted to sleep with him. Tempted to accept a new set of diamond earrings, tempted to get drunk. But I resisted, did my job, slept alone. On the way back a flight attendant told me I had been upgraded, beside him. I was caught, seven hours in the air beside him.
In Chicago he surprised me we were staying over, at the airport Hilton. One room, one bed, he was on top of me, and I started working for him. I got g*fts, not money. Stuff you could sell. Stuff you wear, stuff you drive, stuff you live in. I was promoted, got a raise, earned a bonus. I made more money than I ever made. But I am a whore, his whore. I'm a whore, I don't love him, I do it for the money.
Tits and Ass.
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