Chapter 2 - " I Fucked My Way Up To The Top "

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Let's go back a bit to my first day at the strip club. I was fresh out of high school and with all my friends, I started doing part time work at a strip club. Whether it was pole dancing, serving drinks to men with their dicks in their hands, literally! Or giving lap dances in the lounge. Because we were newbies in the business, our pimp, Daddy Jim didn't let us go out on the streets as he wanted us to be safe. He was such a good guy, but I grew up eventually. I remember my first job was to give lap dances because out of the group us, I had the biggest ass. Quite the compliment.

There was this one guy I remember, he paid 400 bucks to just talk. He didn't want a lap dance he just wanted to sit down and talk. Poor thing was lonely and sex was the last thing on his mind. He talked for an hour. He was kicked out because he was taking up my time. I'm honestly felt bad for the guy. But I kept doing my job giving guys boners before they went out and fucked some chick in the back rooms.

Apparently I had a born talent. I was beautiful and gave guys boners quicker than any other girl there. I moved up quickly. After working there for sometime, Daddy Jim gave me a job working outside. I was actually kinda nervous because the week before we lost one of our girls. She was murdered by one of her clients. Daddy Jim tracked him down and killed the bastard. I mean hookers are people too! But I could handle myself fine so I knew I wasn't gonna get killed.

I took fancy in standing under this one lamp post. That's where I got the most guys.
After standing there for 20 minutes I would get a guy role up in his shitty car and tell me to get in where he would pull into an alley for a blowjob, or would take me to a some dingy motel where he would screw me.

I was on the streets one night when this black van pulled up and asked me to get in as usual, but then instead of taking me to an alley or motel, he took me to this mansion, filled with guys. I had a feeling I was about to be in a gangbang... I was right. All these men run up to me and strip me aggressively then basically threw me on a table and plugged every hole on my body. The guys that couldn't fit inside me with all the others dicks in the way just jerked off beside me and their cum went everywhere. It was sick. That is why I don't do gangbangs or threesomes anymore. I didn't even get paid that much.

But life goes on and I took that fuck up of a night and used it as a growth point. I became an independent woman that night. I quite prostitution and got a real job, but somewhere inside me all I wanted to do was fuck older men and get paid for it. Being normal wasn't for me. I was a born hooker and I had to pursue my dreams of being called pretty then being felt up and screwed by guys that couldn't find a girl themselves. I loved life from then on.

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