1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 1


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    innocence"... that little birdie had long since taken flight! Once I was done, my customer left, leaving me a few blocks away from the doorstep I called home. I was a whore now and I shouldn't expect my johns to be gentlemen. Besides, it was a warm night and it wasn't raining or anything so I simply began walking back to my neighborhood. About a block from where the guy left me though, I ran into three guys who began following me, throwing jeers and smart-ass comments at me. I walked a little faster, getting scared and then just as I passed a blind alley, they ran up on me, catching me and shoving me into the alley and behind a dumpster. They beat me up pretty good... slapping me, punching me and kicking me until I was nearly unconscious. They robbed me of all the money I had - the $100.00 I had earned plus a few odd blowjobs I had done before that. In the beating, my clothes had gotten torn and I was left behind the dumpster as they ran off. To this day I don't know how I survived, all I can remember is faded fuzzy memories of me crawling, beaten and bloody out of that alleyway. My eyes had begun to swell and my head, along with every other part of me, was hurting terribly. I smelled of the garbage I was laying in and probably looked like it, too. When I had finally crawled out onto the sidewalk where I could be seen, I was done - I collapsed and lay there broken and bleeding as people walked past and around me as if I wasn't there. I don't know how many people passed by, ...
    unwilling to stop and help. No one cared about a beaten up whore, even if I was still just a kid. Finally, just as I was about to give up and let Death have its way with me, a woman stopped to help me. Her name was Candy and she was a hooker as well, albeit much more experienced and street-wise than I was. She picked me up and took me to her apartment and took care of me, nursing my wounds and caring for me until I was better. Once I had recuperated, Candy took me under her wing and started teaching me how to survive on the streets. I learned how to avoid trouble when I could, and how to handle it if I couldn't. She taught me how to conduct "business" - the tricks to attract, handle, and deal with prospective johns. With her help, I became a lot more savvy to this world I had entered into. While Candy had been kind-hearted and caring, she was still a "working girl" and so when I was well enough, Candy set me up with my first real "date". * * * * * I arrived at the address Candy had given me about a half an hour later, as I had only time to take a shower and buy some revealing clothes. Candy had told me my date's name was Eric, although she didn't give me his last name. That wasn't unusual given the line of work we're in - a certain amount if discretion is necessary at times, especially if you are well-known or have a reputation to protect. I have since had lawyers, judges, mayors, business magnets and even bishops as my clients, and I understand the need for confidentiality. ...
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