Call Me What I Am

It's probably been five or six years since the first time I took money for sex. I did it more for the thrill than for the money, but it clearly was an act of prostitution. I strolled down Santa Rosa Avenue in a slutty outfit until somebody picked me up, then let him drive me to a dark street where we fucked in his front seat. I continued doing that a few times a year for a few years, each time "just for a thrill." I stopped doing it when most girls moved off the street and onto the internet.

A year and a half or so ago I started working with my frield Keshon doing gang bangs for money. I filled in for her one time when she was unavailable and have since done a half dozen or so more, either with her or by myself, making up to $1800 per night. This summer I went up to Lake Shasta for a week with six guys on a houseboat. They paid my way and an additional $1250 for the week with the understanding that I was there to keep them satisfied, an arrangement that worked out well for all of us.

The point I'm getting around to is that though I've never admitted it to myself before, in addition to being a slut, a slattern, I am definitely also a whore, a prostitute, an escort. I am on a regular basis making a not insubstantial amount of money. I'm fine with that; quite thrilled, in fact. I just thought I should get that out in the open.