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Subject: {ASSM} A Pros Life Pt. III {M+F,F,f,group,cons,real}
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 08:10:02 -0500
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Here is the 3rd part of "A Pros Life".....enjoy.....

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  Please note that if you are at all under the age of 18 then.....what are
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   What you are about to read you will be surprised to learn is true.A lot
of my friends have said that my life would make an interesting story
so,well,I took their advice.Because it deals with 20+ years of personal
history it will be available as a serial.How many parts,I really don't know
yet!  Anyway.......Enjoy!

   "A Prostitute's Life" by Ms.  Samantha Josephine Duponte.

   Chapter 3 - Business As Usual

   My mind comes back to reality.I look at the clock on my lounge wall and
notice that it's a quarter past one in the morning.'Fuck!' I think to
myself.I gotta be up early in the morning.  I quickly check that the doors
are locked and hurry up the stairs.Making my way to the bathroom,I take my
cleanser from the cupboard and some soft woollen pads and begin to remove
my make-up.Looking in the mirror as I do so I smile at the sheer irony of
me wiping away all traces of whoreness from my face and becoming a `plain
jane' again.I smirk as I think that, looking as I do now,people wouldn't
think that butter would melt in my mouth!  How wrong could they be?

   I use the toilet and then brush my teeth before going over to my
bedroom.Martika is snoring next door.I shimmy off my skirt and
stockings,kicking my boots off,before folding them neatly on my chair.My
top is pulled off and I do likewise,then my bra before i'm totally naked.

   Hooking Rule # 4 look after your clothes and they'll look



   after you!

   Getting myself into bed I turn off the light and settle off to
sleep......



   The alarm goes off.I stir quickly.It's 8am and it's time to get ready
for my daily run.I pull on a robe before going over to the bathroom.I
quickly wash and rinse my face before drying.I make my way back to my
bedroom and open the bottom drawer.Taking out a pair of black cycling
shorts,white sport socks,and a pink crop top I quickly pull them on before
getting my trainers and tying them up.I pick up my bumbag from the dresser
and attach it to my waist.  Then it's off downstairs to boil the kettle.I
make myself a cup of black coffee which I sip at and take into the lounge.

   Once settled on the sofa I tie my hair back and drink my coffee.I enjoy
black coffee.It wakes me up and,so they say,keeps you slim.That and
cigarettes.That's one of the reasons that I smoke.....

   Right,coffee over with.I collect my keys and my purse and put them in my
bumbag.Then I set foot outside.I lock the door behind me and start my
limbering up exercises.I limber up for about five minutes,stretching my
muscles and relaxing my body.People pass by as I do so.  Men seem to stare
at the crack of my ass as I bend over.

   My neighbour comes out to her doorstep to collect her milk and we talk a
little.Shooting the shit about how nice the weather is and how I am.She's
nice.I like Penny.She's lived there for 10 years and we get on great.She
knows what I do but doesn't hold it against me,seeing as she herself hooks
from time to time......



   "Well,see you Samantha.Have a good run." she says as she goes back in.

   I start to run down the street and make my way to the nearest
park.Running thru there I head into town and then thru onto the next
park,Darley Park.I like it there.It's big and there are usually plenty of
fellow runners out at that time of the day.I continue running a few
circuits around there,making my total miles up to about 4,I suppose.I just
run..I never count how far.

   Running is the only time that I go out without my make-up and dressed
more conservatively.  At all other times it is,i'm afraid,the slut look for
me.Still,it's nice to be `normal' once in a while....

   Stopping at the edge of the park only to collect my breathe I slowly
saunter back into town.  With my top visibly stained with my sweat,I make
my way to Sainsbury's whereupon I purchase 60 Silk cut 100 cigarettes.Once
bought I walk the long walk back to my house, jostling with the daily
shoppers and the pensioners that are out on the town today,looking for the
best bargains.

   When I get back home I notice that there's a message on the answering
machine.It's my mum,Sue.Strange,I think to myself,she's not normally up at
this time.I glance at the clock on the wall.It says 9:45.I begin to push in
my mum's number on the phone and lots of thoughts come flooding back to
me....

   Yeah I have always looked up to Sue.She has been my role model and I
have,consciously or subconsciously,followed her actions and strived to be
like her.I started smoking because she wanted me to and tried to keep up
with her heavy smoking habit.My favourite drink is still vodka and orange
and I even tried to keep up with her in that way.When she started taking
drugs it was only a matter of years before I did too.Her heroin habit used
to be massive and when I did drugs I did strive to follow suite.Pretty soon
I matched her.Thankfully,I'm off of that crap now but it did take a hell of
a long time.Sue still does smack but doesn't do nearly as much as she used
to.Must be old age....

   I reach for a cigarette as she answers the phone.Lighting it up between
my fingers,part purple nail varnish part nicotine stained,I remind myself
to bleach my fingers before I go out.  Sue sounds groggy.Must be the drugs
in her system.I let out my first large stream of smoke, newly ingested in
my longing lungs,out into the morning air.It feels good....

   We shoot the shit a while,taking about the punters that we had pulled
and the friends that I had down there.Catching up on the gossip ; who's
dating who,who's got a dose of the clap, who's just found out she's
pregnant.That kinda thing.It always cheers me up when I talk to my mum `cos
she's nuts.

   I put the phone down to make myself my breakfast and another cup of
steaming hot coffee.  As I sit down to tuck in the phone rings
again.Fuck...I wish that I didn't have the bloody thing!  It's Toni,my ex
husband,on the phone.He's asking about Martika and how she is.He has
custody of her after our breakup,even though he isn't her father he's been
a very good parent to her.I hate myself as hell as I lie through my teeth
about her.Y'see,he doesn't know that she's on the game just like her ma,and
it's our little secret.I tell him that she was at home playing on my
computer all night.He'd come down on me like a ton of bricks if he knew
that she was having five dicks up her last night.I tell him that i'll bring
her back to his house tomorrow, that's sunday,at around teatime.He says
that's ok.Saturday night is a whore's bread and butter, after all...

   I tuck into my breakfast and then my daughter appears,bleary
eyed,make-up smeared across her young face.She notices the cigarette
packets on the table and picks one up,draws a cigarette from the packet and
lights up.

   "Thanks for getting me my fags." she says between a stream of
smoke."I'll pay you later."

   I nod in agreement.I tell her about her dad's phone call and she
smiles."I hope that I pull more punters tonight than last night." she sighs
into her cigarette.I ask her for my "dick money" which she tells me that
she'll pay me later.

   "Dick money" is what I call my cut of what she earns as a prostitute for
my silence.Sort of like bribery,sort of like an investment.You could say
that I sort of "pimp" Martika out but that wouldn't be fair...

   I finish off my breakfast and go into to kitchen to wash the dishes.Once
done and dried I pour neat bleach into a cup and dunk my nicotine stained
fingers into it.After waggling them around for a good five minutes or so
and scrubbing them with a scouring pad I pull them out, nearly good as
new,and put them under a cold running tap to rinse them.Drying them on a
cloth I turn and walk upstairs to the bathroom.Upon taking my clothes off I
jump into the shower,scrubbing away all the sweat and toil from my early
morning run.10 minutes later i'm out.Towel around my freshly washed hair
and robe,partially open,around my slender body,I head to my bedroom.I use
some `Sure' deodorant under my arms and in my neather regions and then
liberally douse myself with `Poison' everywhere else.....

   I pull on a black lacy bra and tuck my ample breast's into it and then
put a pair of fishnet stockings over my newly shaved legs.They're stay
ups's so they should be ok.Next my black leather jeans...the ones that I
should have worn the other night on my beat to stop my legs from shaking
and a pair of 4" leather mules,which seems to show off my purple painted
toes nails.

   I put a tight fitting purple,low cut top on to complete my attire.Rings
and other jewelery are once again reattached to their places and I notice
that I begin to look like an early xmas tree.  My wet hair is moussed,back
combed and teased into postition and then dried.Looking good girl.Then make
up.I always take great care with my make up.You have to in this
business....

   Hooking Rule # 5 - Look like a superslut and you'll go far!

   My cheekbones sculptured in washes of pink,my eyes framed with purple
and pink eye shadow,thick black eyeliner and my eyelashes bounce with thick
black lashes.A single `beauty spot',fake of course,decorated a rather
appropriate place on the left side of my face and my lips are coloured with
a deep purple lipstick and plenty of lipgloss.This is just my `going out'
look which is just the same as my `Samantha the Streetwalker' look,which is
just as well really.Since 90% of my wardrobe is of the hooking variety I
haven't got much scope....I figure `you live it,you might as well breathe
it too!'

   I finish off by putting a coat of varnish,purple of course,over my
fingernails and wait for them to dry.I pick a packet of cigarettes and my
lighter,toss them into my handbag and collect my key and leave the
house,ready to do some shopping.After i've locked the door I stop only to
light up a cigarette and saunter back into town.

   Male eyes burn into my flesh as I walk along but I like the
attention.Some of men just desperate,I can tell,to get into my pants.If
only I was wearing any!  Some are from punters that I have `done' in my
nine or so years of working the streets here.All of the men seem to be
attached to women;girlfriends or wives,who'd probably not be if they only
knew what their men folk have been up to....

   I don't care,I just walk along and smoke seductively as I go.I get to
Sainsbury's again and do my food shopping for the weekend.I buy loads of
milk,herbal teas and my fix of coffee, some pre-packaged india vegetarian
dishes and meals,expensive fresh pasta and some interesting pasta sauce
bottles.Bread and nan's are also put into my trolley.After paying my bill I
ask if I can pick my goods up a little later.The girl at the check-out says
that I can and so I leave,having stated that i'll be 20 minutes or so.

   I make my way over to Boots and come out with some more
cosmetics,toiletries and female health products,like tampons and two boxes
of 36 condoms.The girls on the tills are used to me now.They must know that
i'm a livin',lovin' sex worker.I come out with my purchases and hang around
as I light up another cigarette.

   "Lookin' good,girl." I hear from behind.It's Emma,trailing cigarette
smoke from her outstretched left hand.We hug and chat a little.

   Emma's a little bit more conservatively dressed than I normally see
her.She's also wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a black shiny
crop top,showing off her pierced and well tanned belly button.Over the top
of that she's got on a red leather crop jacket.I return the
platitudes.Turns out that Emma pulled 9 punters last night.The bitch!

   Emma let me in on her plans for breast enlargement.I told her to be
wary.Although i've had it done myself,a few years ago,I still heard about
ones that go wrong.As we part she tells me that she'll be out tonight and
that she'll see me later.I head back to Sainsbury's again to collect my
stuff and head out of the Eagle Centre to catch a cab back home.I had done
all my exercise for the day and I felt lazy enough to let someone take me
home for a change.Didn't take long to get a cab and in a few minutes I was
back home.

   Struggling my way back in I hear the faint moans of what could only be
Martika.As I get towards the stairway,after shutting the front door,my
senses become aware of what could only be called `womanly pleasure' comming
from upstairs.Shit!  Martika's using one of my battery powered buddies
again!  I laugh to myself as I remember how eager I was at her age,pining
for cock and eagerly awaiting the evening so that I could get some of the
real stuff inside me...

   I quickly put away the food and go upstairs to her room.Martika doesn't
mind as I say hello to her as she ramming the vibrator into her moist,young
vagina.Us whores get used to it.When she started out she used to tag along
with me.Many's the time that one of us would be in the front seat of a
punter's car whilst the other was getting a dick pumped into her in the
back.  Cigarette dangling from her mouth,Martika's face is a combination of
concentration and pleasure,she rams the long knobbly vibrator home to her
pleasure spot.Within minutes she's cum.

   "Oh hi mum.Parcel's come for you.I've left it in you room." she
says,pulling the cigarette from her mouth.

   I make my way back to my room and open the parcel.I contains a new pair
of 4" heeled white stiletto knee length boots,a couple of sheer lacey
blouses in both black and purple and 5 or so pairs of black fishnet
stockings.Cool.I was waiting for them.Taking the stockings with me I head
back to Martika's room.I ask her to lend me her cigarette and begin to burn
strategically placed holes in them.Good,now they look more slutty!



   Check out Hooking rule #5

   I take a drag from it then hand it back to Martika.Just then the
doorbell goes.I hurry down the stairs and open the door.It's Penny.

   "Sorry for interrupting you Samantha,but is it all right if I come
around here tonight?"



   "What?  You working tonight then babe?" I ask.

   "Yeah." replies Penny.

   "Ok,call for me at 6:45.Is that alright?"

   "Yes.I'll be there.See you later.Bye."

   Must have run up her credit card again....Penny only works from time to
time.Sometimes once a week,sometimes once a month sometimes she'll go a
couple of months before she does any hooking.

   When I came here she was a normal woman but when she got into financial
difficulties she came to me as a last resort.I learnt her the ropes.She's
been doing it now for 7 or so years.  She's 36 but looks younger.Sometimes
I wished that she was a regular on the streets `cos she sure has what it
takes.....

   One of my greatest thrills in life has been to convert girls,like
Penny,into the sordid world that I inhabit.I like seeing girls hook.That's
the future of prostitution,that is.I suppose that I follow in my mum's role
in that way.When it came to Martika it felt too close to home really.  I
didn't want her to hook.Now though,i'm really glad that she pushed me into
her trying.  She's a good little whore and i'm really proud of how
she,ahem,'applies' herself to her career...

   The girls on the street have names for each other.I'm `bucket' `cos I
take on anyone,Martika's `face' `cos she does a lot of face fucing,Penny's
is `pump' `cos she just normally sticks to vaginal and Emma's is `enema'
`cos she likes it up her arse.Funny huh?

   I close the door and come in.Martika is making her way down the stairs.

   "Who was that mum?"

   "Oh,it was Penny." I reply.

   "What?  Is `Pump' out on the pull tonight,then?" she says smiling.

   "Yeah."



   I go back upstairs and take my clothes off,putting on something of a
more athletic nature, before I light some scented candles and close the
door.Shutting out all the extraneous noises and left only with peace and
quiet....

   I start stretching,slowly at first,and limber up for my daily yoga
session.I like the quiet.It helps tp keep me centred.When I was using
heavily,it dawned on me to stop killing myself with drugs.I could have
easily gone that way.So once I stopped I replaced one addiction with
another.This one being cigarettes.After a while I found that I was smoking
really heavily.I mean,I smoke quite a lot now,but,back then,boy did I
smoke! I was smoking 100 a day and my health wasn't good.Then I found yoga
and it took away the craving for these additions.It made me feel much
healthier and it helped my work.Girls,try it out!  I found that I was more
supple and more willing and able to assume more wilder and different
positions for sex.Y'know,my `party piece' is giving head whilst doing the
splits!

   I get into relaxed mode and let my mind wander,breathing deeply but
evenly,as I sit,cross legged on the bedroom floor.I'm relaxed in the Lotus
position as I think back all those years..

   The slut that came back from her `training' in London was real
hardcore.When I went back out,that very night we came back,I felt that I
could take on the world and win.I really did.

   Dressed only in a tight black leather mini skirt,fishnets,4"
stiletto's,a black bra and my lacey black top,I strutted over to my spot.My
new-found confidence and sleazy attire brought much attention that night.I
was paid handsomely for it too!

   The other girls thought that I was someone new.In a way I kinda was.I
looked different ; I had bleached my hair blonde,or at least blonder than
it was,and it was permed and coiffured into place.My makeup was much more
professionally done and,I suppose,the jewelery that I wore was much more
me.I had found my slut identity......

   I fucked and sucked until 3am,that Saturday.My mum didn't come out to
work.When I came back in,at the end,Sue commented that not only had I made
a lot of money but `..smelt of a lot of spunk!'.She was right.I was well
lubricated and had cum in my hair,on my hands and all down my legs and
skirt!

   "Hey,it comes with the territory,mum." I said,smiling as I did so.



   We talked a little about what I had learned over the course of that
week.It was fun,sitting around,chatting,drinking and smoking with my mother
about hooking.I told her how I felt that night.She was pleased that I
was,for want of a better word,'consumed' by this life of vice.It really
felt that I had turned a corner : here I was,a street wise and confident
teenage hooker, ready to do this for the rest of my natural....



   "Sam luv,when you've finished school,what do you want to do?" she asked.

   "Sue,you know already.I want to be like you.I want to be a prostitute
for the rest of my life."I answered.

   Sue smiled at me and gave me a hug.If I had known any better I would say
that tears were welling up in her eyes."I'm really,really proud of you
Samantha.You know that?"

   "Yes."

   I later got up off of the chair,noticing a sticky residue left
behind,and took my moist,soggy frame up the stairs to bed....

   The rest of my holidays continued just how I wanted them to.I was out
trolling around town, looking for pickups,with and without my mum,and
worked long and hard,making lots of cash and becoming addicted to the
pleasure that my body could get from this life.

   Sue increased her heroin habit during this time.She not only injected
once a day but twice, sometimes three or four times.It wasn't long before
she had the same permanent expression, and mannerisms come to think of
it,as Sarah,our friend,the smacked-out hooker,that we hung around with....

   Then it was time to start back at school again.Gosh,did 6 weeks just
pass by that quickly?!!  It only seemed like it was days ago since I was
down in Soho,spreading my legs for king and country!  It didn't take long
for me to settle back into my old routine of school,homework, hooking
again.

   I studied hard.I didn't want to be a complete bimbo,like the other girls
that I hung around with.Not a `complete' bimbo,maybe just a little
though...

   Sue had found a new friend.His name was Leyroy.He seemed quite a nice
chap.He showed a lot of interest in my mum.I don't know if it was because
of that or just,well,'female intuition' that made me wary of him.I found
out he dealt drugs.Mum got her drugs off of him.He knew that she was a pro
but,for some reason she kept my hooking out of the conversation.He didn't
know about my `involvement' in the life until much later.....

   I had mentioned Leyroy to Sarah.She knew him but didn't like him."He's
very dodgy,Sam.  Be careful,hun" was all she would say to me.

   The rest of 1983 carried on fine.Work was a pleasure and school was ok
too.Sometimes I let myself go and consequently,got tarred with the `slag'
name at school.Y'see,I would sometimes take the sixth-formers behind the
school,where there was a nice garden with plenty of hedges to make thing
more `private',to give them a more personal education,courtesy of my happy
vagina.I would pump three kids during the dinner break in there.Once,I even
did seven!  None of them would compare,however,to the `real' cock that I
got at the night time....

   When I came home from school,most of the time mum wasn't there.When I
got changed and worked my `beat' and came home,at midnight,she was usually
just comming back herself.Eyes glazed.That was soon the norm.When christmas
came mum was at home.I loved her at home.I think that we had a good time.It
was the only time that I really saw her....

   1984 was the year of AIDS.I reluctantly gave in to the pressures that we
whores faced : I started to use condoms!  Not for oral but for
vaginal,well,we had to really.If you wanted to have a long life,you really
needed to!I got my `real' sex from the kids at school.

   During the start of the year I realised that Sue wasn't keeping up with
the bills that were soon mounting up.So consequently I started to grow up
in another way,keeping the house afloat.I was paying the gas,the
electric,our insurance,the rates and the food bills out of the money that I
had made from pumping cock all night.Suddenly life wasn't so easy
anymore...

   I spent my fourteenth birthday alone.I felt sad and so I went out to
work.Fucking and sucking cock all that night was the only present that I
got.It was the only time that I cried, comming back home.

   Sometimes I found that Sue had been taking my money,probably to pay for
drugs.This left little for myself.I worried about her more than getting
angry with her really.I mean,I had an education on drugs by watching
Sarah.It wasn't pretty.Somedays she looked rough.But mum, mum generally
looked ok.It was amazing really.Here was my mother,the woman that gave
birth to me,the woman that I looked up to,taking drugs like there was no
tomorrow but still looking and acting like the glamorous creature that I
lovingly adored.She still was cool!

   It was during this time that we were flat broke and in sheer
desperation,I had staged a sort of gang bang,for want of a better term.I
had previously been a little ill and so couldn't work for a short time.But
now,having gotten over my illness,found I needed to get some cash quick! 
So,for the first and last time,I hoped,I would `service' the sixteen men
that wanted to take part.  It wasn't easy.Finance dictated that I couldn't
afford any `rubbers' and that I had to take it all.  Both my pussy and my
mouth took huge deposits of sperm.Most did me more than once.Some had me
sucking cock as I had another attacking me,doggie style,from the rear.Their
ages ranged from,oh,about 20,to pushing on 40.They were mostly nice
looking.One or two dogs though.They were quite generous though.Some bought
me cigarettes as I couldn't afford any.  Me,without a cigarette?Perish the
thought!  It was the first time,however,that I started to smoke whilst I
had sex.That was great for some reason.It wasn't to be the only time that I
did that!



   Back in the here and now,in the comfort of my lotus position,I smirk at
the thought that that was one of the first things that Martika did when she
started hooking.She did it all the time now.I mean,just today with the
vibrator?  Yeah,just like that!  So sleazy......

   So I worked them from 6pm till 2am.Good job it was a Saturday night!  I
got paid 1000 for the high level of work that my body had to endure.Mum
didn't come back that night.Good job, really.She probably would have
freaked or,god forbid,joined in!

   I sat there in my chair,semi naked,smoking cigarettes and drinking what
was left of the Vodka that I had until 5 in the morning.I couldn't move.My
legs were tired,my tongue was painful,my jaw ached and my vagina was tender
to the touch.With sheer pain I managed to get up the stairs and threw
myself onto my bed.I slept long.When I woke it was evening.I couldn't
move.I felt just like a runner must feel after a race.Well,I did my
`marathon' that night.....but..  but....I had to get back out to
work........

   I did work that night but couldn't suck dick for the life of me.I let
two dejected punters down.They must have felt that I didn't want them,that
nobody wanted them.I didn't want them to feel like that but,what could I
do?That made me really sad.So,for the rest of the night,I let my pussy do
all the `talking'.Cock after cock pounded away at my womanhood in the backs
of numerous cars.I lost count.I didn't care.For the first time in my life,I
went through the motions of sex.It was so mechanical.All I wanted was the
cash at the end of the night.Another first was that I walked home
afterwards completely degraded and dejected,just like the punters that I
couldn't suck off,I suppose....

   For the next few weeks I was doing alright.I got a little sick
sometimes,which was unusual, but I just put that down to a bug.After about
six weeks it started to interfere with my work.  Sarah was the first on the
case....

   "Samantha,you could be pregnant,girl." she said.

   "Naahhhhh,don't be daft.How could I be?  I take `precautions'" I would
reply.

   "Yeah,but you still could be,y'know?"

   Those words rang through my ears for days and days.'You could be
pregnant','You could be pregnant' and one night,early on,I confessed to
Sarah my feelings.She was understanding.  So the next day I capped off
school and she went with me into the local chemist to buy a couple of
pregnancy tests.We came back home and I followed the instructions to the
letter.I was scared stiff.I awaited for the result and it was positive.I
tried to deceive myself into thinking that it could be wrong and so I used
the second one.Again positive.It slowly dawned on me that I was now
pregnant.

   Sarah was ace in this period.,She went with me to the doctors and we
went through various tests.Yup,I was up the duff.The doctor,a really
sympathetic lady doctor,estimated that I was about 6-7 weeks pregnant.Who
was the father she asked.Then it hit me.It must have been the gang bang.I
told her that I was on the pill and she questioned me more.Again I realised
that, during the time I was ill,I had used medicines,bought over the
counter,that would interfere with the contraceptive pill that I was on.I
shamefully admitted that I didn't know who the father of my child was.She
was understanding and didn't try to lecture me on `the birds and the
bee's'.

   Comming out I shook like a leaf.Sarah held my hand whilst lighting up a
cigarette for me.I nervously took it,trembling inside,and pulled on the
butt,taking a huge drag of smoke down into my frightened lungs.

   I couldn't tell my mum,not yet.After a few weeks the sickness went
away.Some time later I had another test and found that I was carrying a
girl.That was when I broke the news to mum.  She didn't act like I expected
her to.She was quiet.When she found out it was a girl she was a little bit
better.I was relieved at that.

   "Give her a hooker name,Sam" was the first thing that she said to me.A
`hooker name'?  I asked,dazed by her response.

   "Yeah,like Cindy,Candy,Chastity,Amber.Something like that."

   "Why?"

   "Then we could start our own hooking dynasty."

   I was speachless!

   "Just think Samantha,we could be a family business.That would be ace!  I
can see it now." she replied....

   Oh how true those words echoed through the years.Now,at this time in
space,in my 29th year on the planet,it had come to pass.My daughter,born
seven and a half months later,would turn up to be just like me; looking up
to her mother,wanting to `be' like her mother.To become a common prostitute
just like her mother before her.It WAS a dynasty...

   How,just over a year ago I found myself acting out the same way as my
own mother did with me,teaching Martika how to fuck,to suck and how to go
on to prostitute herself.Granted, she was more upfront than me.I never
mentioned what I wanted to do to my mum,Sue,until she had actually asked
me.Martika,however,was up for it when she turned 12.Begging me,pleading
with me,to put her `out' on the game.That I did.The cycle of depravity
continued....

   I gently unwind,getting out of the lotus position and back into a normal
everyday cross legged style.I glance at the clock.It says midday.Time for
something to eat.

   I go back downstairs and make myself a fresh salad.Martika starts
moaning and so, grudgingly,I make up one for her too.She's sitting on a
chair,feeding herself another Silk Cut when I enter.

   "Thanks mum" she says within a cloud of smoke "I got your money for
you."

   I look onto the chair and I see a collection of 10's.Good.That must be
mine.People must think that i'm hard ; procuring and then `pimping' off of
my daughter but that's just the way it is.When I was starting out I would
pay out to my mum and so Martika does to me.It just means that I get more
`board' than most mothers would get off of their daughters,that's all!

   I count the money.  80.That'll do for starters.That will pay off my
credit card bill for the clothes that I got today.After shooting the shit a
little over lunch with my daughter I clean up and wash the dishes.She's
watching the sport on TV and I go back upstairs.After using the toilet I
settle back into my yoga exercises.

   Using the controlled breathing techniques I am soon relaxed enough to
resume my meditation.Again,with the doors shut,the curtains closed and the
sweet smell of Jasmine entering my nostrils I go about my business....

   My mind wanders back to little over a year ago......



   I took Martika down to Soho for a two week spell.Strangely enough,the
same flea-bitten hotel was still up and running.She had only been part-time
hooking for about 9 weeks at that point,'working' a few times a week.Not
nearly enough for me.I wanted her to work hard and I made sure that she
rooted every paying man that she could.Like me,her cock sucking skills
weren't great at that point,but with the intensive training programme that
I made her endure she soon had the technique down pat.She had to...after
all she's got a reputation to uphold.  A reputation of being the grandchild
of a well respected and hard working hooker.A reputation of being the
daughter of another hard working whore - me.  She couldn't let us down.I
wouldn't let her....

   We went down the same way; all slutted up on the train.It was funny but
it seemed like, even though there were plenty of new girls out there,some
of the ones that I distinctively remember,even 15-16 years on,were still
out there plying their trade.A little older,a little dumpier perhaps but
still there all the same.....

   The same blonde bimbo who sneered at mum and me all those years ago was
still out there.I couldn't take my eyes off of her.She still appeared the
same.Ok so she must have been in her fourties now but her dress sense,her
make up and her hair style were still the same.She soon noticed me and came
over.We chatted a little.I offered her a cigarette to stop her from
shouting at me.It calmed her down.

   She was a user.The years of hard living had began to show on her body.As
we stood around chatting,cars passed by,picking up the girls.We worked long
and hard,Martika and I,and when there was a `break' we would chat to our
new friend,if she was available.We found out her name was Fran.

   Fran was kinda cool.Because we hung out quite a bit,after a few days she
was offering me smack.I fell into it again but only for the time that I was
down there.First she would shoot up and then hand over the needle to me and
then i'd load it up with heroin and shoot up myself.I knew that I shouldn't
use the same needle as her,not wanting to get hepatitis or,god forbid, HIV
or AIDS,but I was enticed by her.I fancied her.I got the impression that
she fancied me also.

   So one night I walked home with Fran,having took on a load of blokes and
come out on top,and we got in and shooted up smack.As I sat on the edge of
her bed,taking in the first initial feeling of smack,she came over and
tenderly caressed my cheek with her left hand.I touched it lovingly and
kissed it.Instantly face met face and lips were kissing passionately.  Her
tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a thing possessed.I became all
passive as I felt her hand down my tight top,tweaking and caressing my
breasts and nipples.My mind was awash with thoughts......her red lipstick
and my purple lipstick don't go together,they clashed!  and here I was
about to get fucked by a woman some 13 or 14 years older than me!

   I felt Fran's hand around my waist and gently attempt to unbutton my
mini skirt.She fumbled a few times before I let her out of her misery by
unbuttoning it myself.I shimmied it off,over my hips and onto the
floor.Once it was off and I had stepped out of it Fran had her fingers
touching and caressing my vagina.Playing with my pubic area and fingering
my slit ever so delicately,just like a woman.All the while her lips were
locked around mine.Her left arm clutching my waist.Then she went down on
me...

   Her face met my cock cave's entrance and after lovingly looking up at
me,her brown eyes glowing with fire,she focused her attention back on my
sex.Her tender lips nibbled at my loins,fire raging in my heart,she sucked
long and hard at my meaty sluice as my legs opened ever wider to
accommodate her.After about five minutes of ecstasy she got herself back to
her feet and,leading me by her hand,led me over towards the bed.

   The smack that I had taken had put me into a state of bliss and
sensuousness.Fuck...I forgot the feeling that I used to get from it.I was
scared at first.Even though I had used it a fair bit in the time I was down
here again,I never realised that I was enjoying it as much as I did.I
didn't want to get back into my old habbits again...sucking and fucking all
night just to feed my cravings.I'd done that,didn't want to go through that
again.But still I was desired by this creature who was,even at this
moment,pulling up her red leather mini and showing me her prized assets
that were framed with her black lacy suspender belt and her fishnet
stockings.I felt really sleazy,like white trash,but boy did it feel good!

   I sensuously lowered myself on top of her.Sitting on top of her for a
moment to shake loose my long blonde tresses and then lowered myself down
onto her slit.It felt rubbery.Moist, obviously,not only from the feelings
that I hopefully was instilling into her but by the constant attention of
the punters that had shagged her.I nibbled at her labia and snuck my tongue
deep inside her.She tasted of sperm.Obviously she didn't use condoms with
her clients.Shit!  I was momenterly worried but my feelings,aided by my
consumpton of smack,got me really excited.  The sleaziness of the situation
made me more excited.It made me feel sleazy!

   As I sucked her with all my might I heard the faint noise of a lighter
being struck into action.  Then the sound of a mouth drawing on a
cigarette.Her hand held my head down onto her and, for a few minutes,the
smells and tastes of pussy juices mixed with the cum of the fifteen or so
punters that had entered this most trashy of cunts was all I had.Then I
felt a hand grab my hair and pull me up.

   "You like that slut" she asked,cigarette dangling from the corner of her
mouth.

   "Yes Fran.I like it a lot." I answered in a sensuously penetrating
voice.

   "Then come here" she said.

   Taking a long drag from her cigarette she pulled me closer and removed
the cigarette from her mouth with her left hand.Our mouths met for a
long,hard passionate kiss.Tongue's took turns ineach others mouth and I
felt the smoke enter into my mouth and out of my nose.Then I pulled
away,smiled at Fran,took the remains of her cigarette from her fingers and
took a final hard drag of it before stubbing it out.I blew the excess smoke
sexily out of the corner of my lipstick smeared mouth and looked at her
lovingly.

   "Now it's your turn Sam." said Fran.

   I smiled and lay on the bed,legs spread for this sleazy beauty,as she
got up and lay on top of me.I caressed her blonde hair as she pleasured me
in much the same way as she made me.  After my first orgasm from Fran in
which I panted and then screamed very loudly,she looked up at me and
smirked a whore type smirk before her fingers entered my vagina.She slowly
began to pump my cunt,first with one,then with two and then three fingers.I
was awash with intense pleasure.Her pumping continued harder and
harder,faster and faster until I felt some pain in my enterance.I looked up
and Fran's fist was now inside me.She banged me hard.The heavy rings on her
fingers scored my fragile vagina.It hurt but it was a good hurt.I screamed
in a mixture of pleasure and pain and after 10 long minutes shuddered to an
earth moving climax.  As she removed her hand from my `glory hole' I felt
the pain subside.Then Fran licked her fingers clean of the joy juice that I
had covered them with.God,how trashy was that?!!!

   As we lay side by side on the bed,Fran lit a cigarette and handed it
over to me and then lit one up for herself.How romantic!Lying
there,smoking,I thought of what had just happened and hoped that work
tomorrow wouldn't hurt."The guy's better be gentle with me.." I said to
myself as I finished off my cigarette and settled off to sleep in the arms
of my temporary lover.....

   END OF PART III

   Well I hope you enjoyed that segment.More will come at a later
date.Please feel free to give any comments or remarks to Samm199294@aol.com
as all feedback is gratefully received.  Thanx.



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