1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 3


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    Part 3 - Miko's Story Miko Lee; an Oriental hotel girl; 28 years old, five foot four inches tall, with long black hair and brown eyes. My story begins, oddly enough, far away from the streets I now call home. You see, I'm a Vietnamese-American, my mother being Vietnamese and my father was an American serviceman during the Vietnam War. My father was sent over there just a few months before the end of the war. While over there he met my mother, a young girl at the time, in a village his platoon freed from the Viet Cong. He and my mother fell in love and, in a move that was frowned on by both governments, they had relations and my mother got pregnant with me. I was born in Vietnam and on April 30th, 1975 my father, mother, and I were part of the evacuation of Saigon just before it fell to the North Vietnamese. We were brought back to America where my mother and father got married, making us all "official" Americans. However, that was not the end of our problems. The Vietnam War was not a popular one and being half Vietnamese at that time was not easy on a child. I was called "VC" and "war baby" and "commie" all the time, although only one of those names was actually true. I was ridiculed, picked on, shamed, and humiliated regularly. But the War had even more devastating effects on my father. After serving his country proudly and voluntarily, he came back to a country that hated him. The abuse and ridicule that I suffered was nothing to what he had to endure. He eventually took ...
    his own life as a result, leaving my mother to raise me as best she could. But she had her own troubles. Working as a washing woman in a small Oriental laundry, she didn't make much money at all. Many times we went hungry because we didn't have money for food. She worked herself to death in that job, trying to feed me and keep a roof over our heads. I was 12 years old when my mother died, leaving me to fend for myself or die in the streets. I did whatever I could to survive. I panhandled and begged for money, I shoplifted, I even dumpster dived... anything to survive. Much of what I did I am not proud of, but I had little choice. Finally, I resorted to prostitution as a way to get money for food. The first time I sold my body I was just 16 years old. I was walking down the street trying to figure out how I was going to eat that day, when a woman pulled into a parking spot right in front of a dry cleaner shop. She was just going in to get her clothes and then leave again. But as I walked by her car, I noticed her purse was on the front seat. And the door was unlocked! Opportunity had presented itself. A quick glance around, and I snatched the purse and took off running. I wasn't quick enough though, and the woman came out and screamed at me. A police officer heard her and chased me down, catching me as I tried to climb a chain link fence after throwing the purse over it. He put me in handcuffs and sat me in the back of the patrol car while he returned the purse to the woman. ...
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