1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 4


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    going to be pissed at me for something anyhow, so what's the difference! I went in and got my bottle and was at the register to pay for it. I plopped down the card but when the cashier rang it up, the card had been denied! I was dejected and was about to put the bottle back, when a friendly voice spoke up from behind. "You look like you could use a drink," the voice said. I turned about and saw a nicely dressed man behind me flashing some money in his hand. "What would you say to having a drink with me?" He offered to by the bottle for me and I gratefully accepted. He paid for my bottle and we walked out of the liquor store together. Then he took me around the corner of the liquor store where I paid him back for his kindness with a little of my own. After showing my new friend my appreciation orally, I left to go home, bottle in hand. As I suspected, Adam came home and was pissed about something at work. With me as a handy punching bag, he got his frustrations of the day out, giving me a couple more bruises for my collection in the process. But this time I'd had enough. Once he passed out on the couch as was his fashion, I grabbed a pillowcase and threw what clothes I could into it. Then I left him sleeping on the couch. I didn't know what I would do or where I would go, I just knew I had to get out of there. I'd figure something out once I put some distance between me and him and could think clearly. I went to the nearby transit station and got on the first bus leaving for ...
    anywhere. I took the bus as far as it went, then hopped another, and finally another. That got me a good distance from what I once called home. Figuring I was safe from Adam for awhile, I sat down on the bench as the bus stop to try to figure things out. I took stock of what I had, which wasn't much, and what I needed. I had no job, and no skills to speak of. I needed a place to stay and something to eat. It didn't take me long to figure out that if I could use my sexual appetite to get a bottle, why not use if to get something to eat? I knew that prostitution was a tricky game and that it could be dangerous, but I grew up on these streets... I figured I could handle myself. And so my new life began. Joey Antonacci was my first "date". Joey was a fifty-something sanitation worker whose wife had left his many years ago. Joey had his own place, a nice Victorian townhouse in a better part of town. Joey's house was about a fifteen-minute drive from where I had set up "shop". Joey's place was a disaster; apparently housekeeping wasn't real high on his list of priorities. The kitchen sink was stacked high with dirty dishes and it looked like he hadn't done laundry for a week. Joey lived a pretty simple lifestyle, there were no knick-knacks, pictures, or anything to make the place look like a home. Joey had picked me up on his way home from work so he was still dressed in his work clothes, dark blue cotton coveralls that were badly in need of washing and had seen better days. The ...
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