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From: Samm199294@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} A Pros Life Pt. IV {M,F,f,Cons,Real}
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 10:10:03 -0400
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   Here is the 4th part of "A Pros Life".Hope you enjoy it.

   Samantha xxx

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   A Prostitute's Life

   Part 4 A Prostitute's Place (Is On Her Back)



   Martika rushes up to my room and knocks on the door.I come around out of
my state of bliss and answer the door.

   "Sorry mum but i've got to use the shower.It's time to get ready." she
says apologetically.

   "Erhhhh..ok hun." I stumble out.I look up at the clock.What time is it?
Shit it's 5:30!  In just over an hour or so Penny will be comming over and
we'll be getting ready to go out working!

   Martika has a long shower,singing various snippets of All Saints and
Spice Girls tunes as she does so.Good job she's got a day job I think to
myself!  After something like 20 minutes or so she's out and running 
around in a towel,trying to think up what to wear.

   As I get into the shower she goes all quiet.Obviously she's picked what
to wear!  I like to take my time at this point in the evening ; work starts
shortly for us hookers and it's the only part that we get to relax,the rest
of the evening is spent thinking of what to wear,trying to make myself look
appealing to the punters,worrying about what the punter's like and then
worrying about how to duck the police!  It's enough for anybody to deal
with!

   During the time that I shower I masturbate myself to a climax and then
finish off washing.I get out of the shower,towel dry myself and wrap the
towel around my chest to cover my boobs.I head towards my handbag and reach
in to collect the seven used condoms from the previous night's hard
whoring.Thankfully their sperm is still contained thanks to the knot that I
had tied into each condom.I pick up my scissors from the bedside table and
put them alongside the used condoms.Then I pick out what to wear.........

   Hmmmmm.....maybe i'll wear the tight purple vest top and a short tight
black leather mini skirt.The top used to be a body but I cut off the tabs
due to them comming in the way of my working.Some fishnet stockings and
some ankle boots would do as well.I collect them all together and lay out
the mini skirt and top on my bed.Once there in position I empty the condoms
one by one,by carefully snipping them,over my clothes.I make sure that all
the semen is well rubbed in and then I leave them to dry for a while.

   This is an old family tradition,first used by my mother Sue.Sue used to
let men masturbate over her clothes before she put them on.Sometimes she
washed or wiped them off beforehand and sometimes she didn't.  It all
depended.For her,the reason that she did so was that the aim of the game
for a prostitute was to sell sex,and if she smelt and felt of sex then
she'd probably sell more of her cunt....

   "Sam,if you are consumed by sex you will attract sex.That is what we are
made for.  Hooker's are pure sex.We're put on this earth to fuck punters, 
ok,not for any other reason.If you smell,taste,feel and are sex then you'll
attract more punters.You're sellin' pussy, remember?" she used to say to me.
I agreed and follow the same kinda rules in my life.  Martika does what she
wants.Sometimes she'll let people masturbate over her clothes and sometimes
she won't.

   Whilst my clothes are fermenting I dry and mousse up my hair,making it
all fluffy and sexy as I back-comb it.This takes a little time.Sometimes I
wished that I had shorter hair and then I wouldn't take so long but...oh
well,who the fuck cares!

   I put on some Sure body deodorant and spray my Poison all over the rest
of my body before putting on my black push-up bra,fishnets and suspender
belt.Then goes on my cum-soaked outer clothing; the mini skirt and the
top.I smooth them out,getting excited at feeling the wet patches on my
skin.My tight black ankle boots and my black leather belt are then attached
before I sit at my dressing table,one leg casually crossed over the
other,and begin to paint my whore face....

   Although makeup is seen as a disguise in this business;girls wanting to
look nothing like themselves so as to disassociate themselves with the
debasement of whoring,I look on my makeup as a chance to be me.I've always
spent a shitload of money on my makeup and want to look the best that I can
at all times.

   Consequently I spend quite a while applying my foundation,my eyeliner
and mascara before I feel that I look 'hooker' enough for any punter to
pull me.Then it's on with the rings, pendants and other jewellery that I
have.I look in the mirror...Yup,slut enough to go to work!

   As I make my way out of my room and down the stairs to the living room I
can hear voices, obviously Penny and Martika are talking away..

   "Hiya Sam,you're looking hot tonight." says the blonde slut reclining in
the armchair in front of me,dressed to thrill in a orange lycra mini
dress,black fishnets,heels and cropped leopard print jacket.It always
surprises me,Penny,dressed as a hooker.Her eyes are really wild
tonight;obviously she's on something.....

   The cigarette hangs from her ruby red lips as she opens her packet of
cigarettes and offers me one.I accept,drawing a Marlboro from the packet to
which Martika lights me up.I inhale deeply before asking if anyone wants a
glass of wine before going out.The response is positive so I pour out 3
very generous glasses of wine and hand them over to the girls....

   Martika is wearing a pair of leather hipsters and a big fluffy angora
white jumper so with her shock of plum hair,lipstick and nail varnish looks
really sleazy.She takes a drag of her cigarette.

   "Mum I was just tellin' Pen about how shite it was last night,how we
didn't pull that much.." my daughter tells me.

   "Better do more than 7 'cos i've got fuckin' bills to pay!" replies
Penny,pulling the cigarette from her mouth.

   "Hey babe,we've all got bills,y'know?" I tell her.Penny's not normally
like this.She seems hyper or something.......

   "Ok,ok.Sam honey,i've got a pressie for you....and you too Martika." she
says as she tosses two packets of Silk Cut 100 cigarettes over; one towards
me and one towards Martika...

   "Thanks luv." I reply as I take a drink from my wine glass.



   "I've got something else.." she says in a devilish way and takes a small
packet from her tacky gold handbag.When she opens it I see a sight that
used to greet me daily...cocaine.I think that Penny's already done quite a
few lines of that shit already tonight....I can tell by how she's
acting....



   "Do any of you tarts want to try some?" she says goading us.......

   Martika is the first to bite.....

   "Can I have a few lines mum?I haven't done any in a good few months.Can
I?" she asks.

   I'm pissed off.Not so much that Martika's crumbled and wants some or
even that Penny is wanting to give her some...No....I'm pissed 'cos I want
to do some myself and yet.....and yet..  ....if I do then 'll never be able
to stop.

   I mean,like last year,I did some smack with Fran,the hooker from
London,right?  That was fine.As soon as I came back I didn't do no more,but
coke?  Shit I used to live for that stuff!  I used to put a couple of 100
up my nose every day,that's how much I loved it.It made the sex
unbelievable for me.I mean,I hear how it affects men,making them less able
to perform, but women?They just shag better for some reason!

   I reluctantly give in and Martika is down on her knee's,bent over the
table with a 10 note rolled up over a line of white powder.She does one
line in each nostril before smiling at me.  Penny does likewise,snorting up
a couple of lines of heaven's own euphoria and then she looks at me and
offers me some.

   I decline,It's funny but the irony of it makes me laugh!  Here's me,the
biggest junkie of a few years ago who actually got Penny to take her first
few lines of the stuff actually turning her down now!  The pupil does
indeed follow the course of her master......

   Penny shrugs her shoulders in a 'ok babe,it's your loss' kinda way
before doing the last two lines.

   We sit and drink a while.Penny says that she likes my new curtains and
looks at my hand, grabs it and admires the gold dress ring adorning my
index finger.It's kinda new.I bought it just the other week from the
Jeweller's I tell her as she nods and asks if she can try it on.....  I
agree.Whilst she slips it on and lovingly styles it,cigarette still
attached to her ruby red lips, I can't help but think about Penny and how
she's got to where she is now....

   When her fella left her she was really upset for the best part of a
year.To cheer herself up she used to shop a lot.Clothes shop.When she found
out that the bills far exceeded her ability to pay she turned to me in a
bid to help her.I taught her all that I knew.....

   She still pined over her fella as was still hoping for some kind of
reconciliation.That is, until he saw her dressed to thrill and hands on
hips under a streetlight.Word has it that he waited for a while until he
saw her stoop at the window of a car,get in and proceed to suck the bloke
off.I mean,what can you say to that?If that's not the work of an old 'tom'
then I don't know what is!

   That was,like,quite a few years ago.I never asked her about it.Nobody
did.Strange to say that since then she's pulled punters more
regularly.Speaking personally I hope that she will throw her lot in and
become a full-time prostitute,like I said before.

   "That's really great.What do you think Martika?Your mum's got fuckin'
style or what girl?" says Penny.

   "Sure does!" replies Martika.

   We finish off our cigarettes and our glasses of wine.I take one last
drag before reaching out to the ashtray to stub the butt out.

   "Hey.Didn't know you had a tatoo Sam." says Penny.

   I just nod my head and continue,the excess smoke snaking out of the side
of my heavily made up mouth.

   "What is it?" she asks again.

   I tell her that it was my branding;what I got from the time I worked for
a pimp.I look down onto my upper arm,where the tatoo's positioned.It says
in big lettering "Leyroy's Bitch", followed by a picture of a swallow then
underneath the lettering "No.  5 Samantha".That was my identity;Leyroy's
fifth streetwalker working for him.At the time,my mum Sue was number 3.I
say 'streetwalker' but we weren't streetwalkers.We were brothel workers but
Leyroy liked his girls looking tarty and cheap.So Soho streetwalkers were
the look he modelled us on....

   I don't like talking about it,it makes me uncomfortable,and so I try to
change the subject..

   "Hey,you girls got enough rubbers for the night?" I ask.

   Martika smiles and nods.Penny says that she hasn't so I rummage through
my bag on the settee and find 3 or 4.I toss them over to Penny and she
gladly accepts them and put them in her bag.Penny grinds out the remainder
of her cigarette in the ashtray and I take that as the sign to get up and
make our way to work....

   This procession of prostitutes,led by me,make our way along the
street,causing a shitload of derogatory looks from passers by.They know
what we are and where we are heading.I don't care and I know that Martika
doesn't either but 'Pump'?  'Pump' I always think that she does coke just
to take her mind off what other's think of her.She always seems on edge for
this short walk,but probably long to her,over to the red light area.Once
she's there she's fine - just another hooker.She fits in well with the
other street-traders and none of them would know any different....

   Once we get to our patch I light up another cigarette.It's a habit for
me - get there and then light up.Only minutes later the other two follow
suite.The night is cold.Not as cold as the previous night,warm enough to
wear my mini in.I take a drag of my cigarette before a familiar car pulls
up to my feet.

   "Hey Samantha,you doing business tonight?" says the man behind the
wheel.It's John, his real name..

   I strike a pose; hands on hips,fur coat open,left leg outstretched and
with the cigarette dangling from my mouth.God I feel sleazy...

   "Sure am honey.What are you after?Where do ya wanna stick your cock?" I
ask.

   "In your pussy." John replies,getting his money from his wallet.

   I let out a sly wink at the girls before sauntering of into the
passenger's seat.I take the money before closing the door behind me.As we
drive to the 'hooker' car park I smoke and talk to John about stuff.I like
John.He's not bad.He's quite quick...I finish off my cigarette as we drive
up to the spot.As I take off my coat I blow out a thick plume of smoke. 
Draping it over the passenger's seat I then pour myself into the back
seat,skirt up,legs spread.  I unwrap the condom and put it in my mouth as I
hear John's trouser zipper go down.Within seconds his throbbing member is
there to greet me.I blow on the condom,sliding my purple lips,like
usual,down over his penis to do so.Once it's on his doesn't waste time to
get in the back seat and mount me...

   John,as per usual,like to take things slowly and build to a thrusting
frenzy.Once again,he doesn't disappoint...While John rams away at my vagina
I murmur encouragement.First I usually whimper and then I moan away.

   "Keep rammin' my pussy John." I excitedly say.This spurs him on.He gives
me a love bite as he hurriedly bangs me,my hands caressing his head as he
does so.Pretty soon he expodes into me.From start to finish this punter
took 5 minutes.Not a bad way to earn a living and not a bad way to start
the night!

   We hurriedly get dressed and as I douse myself with 'Poison',we make our
way back to my patch.Once there I lean over and kiss John and thank him for
the sex.He likes that and I get out.

   Martika walks back towards me,her compact out reapplying her lipstick.

   "What have you just done?" I ask her.

   "I just blew a guy." says Martika,shrugging her shoulders like it's all
in a day's work...

   Martika lights herself up another cigarette before offering me one.I
decline.We stand around and make small talk for a short while.A car draws
near and 'Pump' gets out and grins towards us.She makes her way over and
Martika offers her a cigarette which she accepts.

   "He was hot." says Penny in a cloud of exhaled smoke.She then goes on to
tell us that she would have done him for free.

   It's another 10 minutes before I get another pick up.Penny and Martika
are already 'doing' their punters before I get one.He wants a suck and then
a fuck.I reel off my prices and get in, collecting my money before I shut
the door.



   Hooking rule #6 - Money first and then they can have your pussy!



   We get to the car park and I give him what he pays for.I make him hard
and then I let him enter me.Just before he cums he pulls out and takes off
his condom.I suck him harder this time,deep throating him,and he cums in my
mouth.Like any self-respecting whore I swallow the lot.I pride myself on
that!He drives me back to my spot and,as per usual,I thank him and get
out.Within a couple of minutes out on the street I get picked up again.I
take him to my spot and we fuck.Afterwards I glance at my watch.It's
8pm.Gosh,in just an hour i've done 3 punters.....business is good tonight!

   I pull another punter.This time he wants head and drives me a little up
the road to do the 'dasty deed'.I hear cars passing by as I do my job.I'm
pretty sure the driver's are getting an eye full of my blonde haired head
bobbing up and down on my punter's lap,getting his hard penis in my
mouth,but I don't care.Shit,i'm a whore for fuck's sake.What should I
care?!!  I suck all of the sperm out of his cock and welcome it in my
mouth,feeding my tummy...

   As I get out of the car I light up a cigarette.God I needed that.I feel
devilish as I turn my head and notice passers by.One man stares so I blow
him a kiss.

   It takes roughly 10 minutes to pull again.The guy sidles up to me and
asks me for a light.I produce my lighter and light up his cigarette.He
thanks me and then asks me for business.I reel off my prices and he agrees
to sex.He has no car and so I tell him about a nearby alleyway that we
hookers use.He agrees to that.He tells me that his name is Joe and notices
the wedding ring on my finger.

   "You married then?" he casually asks.

   "Yeah." I answer,lying through my teeth and show off my wedding band.

   "What does your bloke think?" he says,pulling on his cigarette.

   "Oh he doesn't know." I purr seductively.I get a sense of his penis
twitching from my answer.Guys seem to get turned on by married
hookers.Especially married ones that hubbies don't know about.It seems to
fit with the sleazy streetwalker stereotype image...strange?



   I get the cash from the bloke and after placing it seductively down my
bra,I walk with him, my arm around his waist,to the 'business' alleyway.We
get a little way down,out of sight of prying eyes,and I notice another
figure,looks like the sillouhette Emma,getting her cunt banged hard by a
punter.She's up against a wall and the guy is pushing in and out of her
like nobodies business!I make out her head turning to look my way as I get
up against the wall and pull up my mini skirt.I hand him over a condom
which he tears open and puts over his penis and then he sidles he way up to
me and gently eases himself into me.He doesn't stay caring for long as he
quickly ups the pace of his thrusting.As he's 'doing' me he constantly
whispers in my ear.

   "How many before me slut?" he asks.

   "You're my fifth tonight." I answer.

   "You fuckin' slut. Who gave you that love bite?"

   "My last punter...."

   "Shit!  I'm gonna bang your brains out!"

   Fucking hell!  What a cliche!  "Well c'mon honey,fuck my trampy pussy.I
want you to fuck me hard.Let my hubby think of what he's missin'....bang my
fuckin' brains out.I want it." I moan breathlessly into his ear.My arms
dangle around his neck as he rides me hard.

   I hear a clattering of heels as Emma and her punter walk by.She drops me
a wave as she goes.I wave to her back and then concentrate on getting my
punter off..

   "C'mon,lay me honey,lay me." I hiss down his ear.

   Geez, my cunt is getting a good hard workout for 'ol Joe here. He
continues at me and I see Martika walk by with her punter into the bowels
of the alleyway.I see her get on her knees and take his penis out of his
pants.Her punter's hands grab her by the head and pumps her mouth over his
organ.Martika's getting throat fucked.Great!

   Within seconds of this I feel Joe's grip on my hips tighten as he
staggers to a halt,spending in my slick vagina. He stays inside me for a
moment or two whilst he catches his breathe. I like that;the moment when the
sex is finished and he's still inside you,that feels like a job well
done.Then he pulls out and tears off the used condom and throws it at me.

   "You fuckin' cum slut." he shouts.

   "I know,I know.Did you enjoy using me?" I ask.

   "You're a damn fine fuck,you sleazy piece of trash.I'll have to shag you
again sometime."

   "Hey,you know where I am if you want it babe." I say back.



   Joe pulls up his pants and trousers and tosses me a look that screams
'fuckin' bitch'.Why, thanks!  The bloody shit-head,treating me like a piece
of meat!  Next time i'll make sure that he pays extra....

   I don't mind punters imagining whatever they want of me;if they want to
think that i'm a junkie then i'll happily play the part for them.if they
want to think of me as a slut,ditto.If they think that i'm usually prim and
proper then i'll try to convince them that they are my first and that it's
my first night out but....but,don't treat me like shit afterwards!

   Most of my punters out here treat me just like someone who has a job to
do.That's fine with me.That's one of the reasons that I stay around
here....

   I shimmy my mini back down again and walk back out of the alleyway.Back
to my spot.On either side of the road are a few girls hanging around, 
looking for a pick up. I stand around for a short while, 10 minutes, with 
no punters in sight.Then,out of my peripheral vision, I spot a police car.
The fuckers always cause problems for us. Don't get me wrong, they treat us 
ok, especially the older ones;the newer ones snigger like little school 
boys..twats!  No,they cause problems just by hanging around....

   I run as quickly as my heels will let me down into the alleyway,into the
darkness,and wait until they go.Martika and her 'date' have finished up and
are walking towards me.

   "Martika!  The cops are out!" I warn her.

   "Fuckin' hell!" replies the coloured youth with her.He begins to
tremble.Obviously he is new to all of this.

   "Hey babe,relax. Just stay down here. They never look down here,you'll be
alright." I tell him.He nods.He steals a glance at Martika then at me and
obviously notices a family connection in our faces.

   "You two sisters?" he quietly asks.

   "No samantha's my mother" says Martika smirking.

   "For real?" he asks in amazement.

   "Yeah,you've been getting a blow job off my daughter darlin' " I answer.

   "Holy shit,man!" he replies.



   "Shhhhhhh!Be quiet or they'll come down here!" says Martika sternly.We
all shut up.

   After a few minutes of idly standing around I slowly venture out.The
coast is clear.Good.I tell Martika and she comes out brazenly with her
'date' whose shaking his head in disbelief!

   We get to our 'patch' and I light up,offering a ciggie to Martika,which
she accepts.Hell,she always accepts!

   Within a couple of minutes a Nissan pulls up to me.The driver winds down
his window and beckons me over.I strut over,leaving Martika behind,and
stoop at his window,pulling seductively on my cigarette.

   "You,you whore?" asks the middle aged asian guy in the drivers seat.

   "Erhhh..Yes honey!" I reply.

   "Sex.How much you pay?" he asks.

   'Fuckin' hell' I think to myself.I tell him 35 and he gets it out his
wallet and flashes it in my face.Ok then.I clatter my heels on the road as
I make my way around to the passenger's side.I get in and take the money.I
see him licking his lips in anticipation.Good.

   I show him where to go and we go to the car park.Once again for me.....
I take off my coat and once again enter the backseat of the car.God knows
how many backseats i've seen in my career...

   He takes off his trousers and fumbles about,untying his undies.He
penis,short as it is,is

   errect as I blow on a condom.He then scrambles on top of me and gets his
penis into my willing vagina.

   As my asian sex partner begins to thrust away at me I feel my whole body
shunting up and down the seat.He says nothing,just huffs and puffs,as I try
to whisper encouragement in his ear,like usual.I think to myself '..this is
not getting me off..' as he goes about 'having' me.  Now,don't get me
wrong,I like sex with asian's.They're great.The younger ones especially. 
But not having any kind of communication,other than the sex act,is,for me
anyway,very hard.  The younger ones have been brought up with the western
way's of,if not life,then of culture.  So when I talk dirty to them they'll
respond.There's another kind of communication happening.But with the
elders?There isn't that.Pity really....

   My sex partner lets out a loud groan as he climaxes inside me.He then
pulls out and takes off his used condom,pulling up his clothes to once
again appear respectable.I do likewise.I'm driven back to my spot where I
thank my punter.He grunts in acknowledgement.I get out and resume my
trolling about...

   A car drive by.The occupier's,a bunch of girls,shout out of the window
"You fuckin' slag." as they speed along.BORING!!!  I give them the finger
back...





   By the end of the night,at 1am in the morning actually,I finish up
having done 12 punters, mostly with my snatch,and smoked a full packet of
cigarettes.That's my indication of a good whoring night!

   Martika's done a good lot too ; she's done 9 and Penny has been busy
with 10 guys entering her vagina.She's the last of us to finish.As we walk
home,with big fat smiles on our faces we talk shop ; swapping anecdotes of
our nights work.

   I unlock the door to my house and we all come in for a drink.I ask Penny
if she's happy with the nights work.She's smiling...yup,she's happy!As I
pour out three rather large glasses of Vodka and Orange for us hardcore
whores I ask Penny would she like to do it full time.

   "No honey,once every couple of weeks is more than enough for me.I
wouldn't be able to cope with that ammount of dick on a daily basis.I do it
'cos I have to.You girls do it 'cos you were born for it.That's the
difference." she says calmly.

   "What a load of old bollocks!" says Martika,sipping on her drink.

   "You love it just as much as we do.We live the lifestyle and you're just
itching to as well.I can see it in your eyes."

   "....and you'll be back to school on Monday morning!" sneers Penny.

   "Fuck off Penny!" screams Martika,"as soon as I finish school i'll turn
tricks 'till my cunt caves in."

   Penny and I smile..grin...then laugh.



   "My my,such eagerness in the girl!" says Penny,reaching for another
cigarette.

   "She will as well,y'know?  I have trained my daughter very well." I
say,half smirking.

   "Alright!Alright!  I admit it.I do love being a part-time hooker." says
Penny,unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.She lights
up.Inhales then continues "..I adore standing on street corners and pulling
punters,fucking their brains out and the money afterwards.But I really
don't think that I could bear everyone knowing that i'm a whore,like you do
Sam..." Penny pulls the cigarette from her mouth and exhales.."..you seem
to thrive on it."

   "I do.I really do.Like i've said many times before,I wanna still be all
slutted up,standing on street corners and fucking punters until i'm
65.That's my goal in life!" I admit.

   "That's what I wanna do as well!" says Martika.

   "God,what a bunch of old slags you lot are!" cries Penny in laughter.

   Turning serious for a moment,I ask for my cut of 'dick money'.I let
Penny pay me 50 for the privilege of working besides me.Martika gives me
140,half her daily earning.We finish off our drinks and the 'Pump' gets up
to go.Martika says goodbye,cradelling another cigarette in her fingers as I
show Penny out.

   "Y'know Sam,you shouldn't take that much money off of her.She's earned
it,she should keep it.She IS your daughter after all." says Penny at the
door.

   "I've invested a lot of time and effort into her.She has to pay her
dues.When she leaves school then she'll have 75% of it.I had to pay my
way,y'know?  It's a family thing." I reply.

   Penny leaves and I shut up shop for the night.

   I go back in to Martika and think.I am doing right ; I buy her make-up
and pay for most of her clothes.I mean,leather skirts and jeans don't come
cheap,I pay 300 a time for 'em,so she can hook in some style.Not many
pimps/madames or even mum's would do that!  We sit a while and then Martika
comes over and says that she's done in for the night and kisses me on the
cheek.I smell the cum on her breathe as she does so.I sit a while and think
of her birth....

   It never ceases to amaze me that Martika is as healthy as she is.When I
found out I was carrying her I didn't stop hooking.Or drinking.Or smoking.I
was a 20 a day girl who had 3 triple Vodka and Orange's a day and I whored
'till I was 8 months gone.

   Mum was by my side as I was in the maternity ward and was with me when I
gave birth.  She held my hand and told me that it would be alright.The
delivery was hard.Fuck,i've never felt pain like that before.I was in
labour for about 8 hours; it felt like days.Martika was born,weighing in at
6 lbs 5 oz.That's not a bad size.Thank goodness that she wasn't bigger! 
The midwife said that it all happened quite quick.God knows what a long
birth must be like...one of my mates was in labour for 57 hours.That I
couldn't even comprehend!

   Being a gymslip mum was hard.When I was at school one of my hooker
friends looked after her during the day and it was pretty much hit and miss
if I could work during the night.  Martika's first few years of life were
spent going from pillar to post.Sometimes,i'm ashamed to say,I would leave
her alone whilst I pulled a punter.I'd come back and spend a little time
with her before doing another one.It wasn't the money,no,it was 'cos of the
excitement that I felt being a prostitute; basically,I liked to fuck about!

   I got shit from the kid's at school too.The girls thought I was a slag -
well,I was!  The boys?Well,they just wanted to fuck me to see if a mum's
vagina is any different to a single girls.I didn't have anybody telling me
that my cunt was too big so that was all right!

   I made sure that I studied hard.When I left school I got 5
O'levels,ranging from grade A's to B's.I'm pretty proud of that...After I
left school I became a full-time hooker,just like my mum.Because I was
livin' the life I could pay for baby sitters for Martika.That was to be my
downfall...

   Being a full timer I used to stand around on the street corners for much
longer periods of time.Sometimes i'd start at 6pm,rather than 7pm.Most of
the time i'd work until 2,maybe 3am and do between 10 to 15 punters per
night,most nights.It was here that the next instalment of my life would
start....

   Leyroy,mum's 'friend',used to go from time to time around the red light
area and had spotted me.At this time my mum had tried to protect me from
Leyroy and he didn't know of my involvement in prostitution.Obviously,once
he had seen me working the streets he quizzed her and Sue let on about my
career.It was then that he decided that he wanted me to work for him,just
like my mum.So Leyroy devised a plan....

   First he,over time,got Sue to consider me working for him and then he
got her to try to introduce drugs into my life.Firstly,with much convincing
from her I started taking Temazepam tablets.These are usually to help
people to sleep but when you are awake then,boy,did they get you high!I
eventually ran on 3 to 4 per night and then Sue introduced me to speed and
uppers in general.After a period of a couple of months or so Leyroy started
to come around again,with Sue,and would show me that he had drugs.With both
him and mum goading me,I started to try out smack and coke.They were all
freebie's as well.Sue showed me how to prepare the site and inject and
actually held my hand as I did so.Smack wasn't anything like the other
drugs;they didn't make me feel bad when I started.Smack did.  When I did my
first hit I spent most of my time puking down the toilet.She convinced me
to try it again shortly afterwards.This time the effects weren't quite so
bad.After the first four or five 'attempts' I quite enjoyed it!

   The feeling was quite good but my mate Sarah,the junkie hooker,used to
say that I didn't quite look so sassy anymore.Instead of strutting around I
was more stumbling.I was off my trolley on smack ; I knew it and so did
others.I came to resemble some of the other cheap hookers,whom I
despised,out on the streets..I was getting addicted.....

   After a couple of weeks of getting high and having problems with baby
sitters,Leyroy introduced to me the idea of working for him and he could be
my baby sitter.He introduced it in such a gentle,caring way that I thought
that it was a good idea.The next day I started working for him.

   I arrived with my mum at 8:45 am and was shown around the house.It was a
four bedroomed house and we were expected to work until midnight.I was then
introduced to the other girls.Before I even said hi to them I noticed that
all of the other three girls working there had track marks and bruises up
and down their arms.I concluded that all of them were heavy heroin
users.Knowing that Sue was also on the stuff I realised that was how he
kept us all in order.Us?Well I was getting addicted to smack and I couldn't
see a way out of this for me.My fate was to being pimped by this
guy,Leyroy.

   First I was introduced to Debbie.She told me she was from Leeds and she
was 26.Colleen was next;a tall red headed Irish girl of 27.Mary was last;an
asian 15 year old girl.I later found out that Mary was Leyroy's half
sister...

   All the girls were fully dressed in typical hooker fashion of
PVC,leather and lace.Leyroy had spent some time in LA and liked the common
slutty streetwalker look of the girls there.  He had all of us looking like
that....

   With all the other girls sitting on the red leather furnishing and
smoking away Leyroy got me to go upstairs with him.On one of the beds lay
some streetwalker clothes ; White low-cut top,red leather mini
skirt,fishnets and 4" heels.They were all my size.He asked me to put them
on and change my makeup to include red lipstick and nail varnish,instead of
the purple that I preferred,and then come down stairs and report for
duty.....

   I did as I was told,not wishing to piss off my boss on the first day of
work.When I came back down all the girls,including mum,were having their
early morning fix of heroin.Sue came over to me with a loaded syringe and
asked me to take it.I shot up and joined the rest of the girls on the
couch.

   "So your first day.You done it before?" asked Debbie as she offered me a
cigarette which I gladly accepted.She lit me up and I inhaled very
deeply...

   "Yeah.For the last 4 years." I replied.

   "Cool." answered Debbie.

   "How long have you been with Leyroy?" I casually asked,taking another
hard drag.

   "For the last 8 years babe.I'm his #1 girl." Debbie proudly answered.

   She rolled up the sleeve of her lace top and showed me the tatoo on her
upper arm.It displayed the legend 'Leyroy's Bitch',then had a picture of a
swallow and then '#1 Debbie' underneath that.

   Pretty soon afterwards the first punters came in.The day was a ritual of
sitting,getting picked,taking the bloke upstairs to an unoccupied bedroom
and sucking and fucking.I learned that we usually did between 14 - 20
punters each a day.That was a lot of cock.Prices were

   15 for a hand job, 20 for head and 35 for full sex.During the course of
the day Leyroy would supply us with pills to take,smack to shoot up and
coke to snort.Boy was I loaded!

   I took me roughly 3 days to get used to the work load,the long hours
and,most importantly, consumption of drugs.My cheeks became gaunt from the
constant oral exercise that I did.I got the classic model look on my
face.But whilst there's was down to cosmetic surgery and having their
wisdom teeth removed,mine was down to sucking,licking and slurping on hard
cock all day and night....

   On my seventh straight day of working there,Leyroy paid me my wage of
190 and got me to get my 'tattoo'..So after over four years in the business
I was one week into my new life as a 'brothel girl'....

   "OI!  FUCK-HEAD" cries a voice from the blue.I turn around,getting back
to my senses and see Karen,my lover,by my side.She caresses my shoulder
before giving me a warm,wet, passionate kiss on the lips.Karen pulls
away,straddles my legs and then puts her arms around my neck,pulling me
towards her.I kiss her like I mean it;tongue darting and swishing down her
throat.I feel her hand down my top,caressing my breasts,getting me horny.I
push my left hand up her skirt and play a while with her cunt lips.She's
wet.I pull her skirt up and make sure that my cum-encrusted mini gets a
taste of womanly gism....



   "Why didn't you tell me you were commin' over?" I ask as I pull away
from her mouth.

   "Surprise,honey." Karen replies,licking her lips.She kisses me again.

   "Shit Sam,your mouth tastes like an ashtray.Just how many fags have you
smoked?"

   "Oh about 30.It's not only an astray,y'know!" I say slyly.

   "Yeah!  I can taste the cum from your punters in there as well." she
replies.

   "Hey,you never complain when I fuck you straight after work with a
ciggie on!"

   "That's 'cos you're so horny then!You look like a fuck slut."

   Karen's eyes lovingly stare at me.She loves me being a nasty
whore.That's her fantasy.She was once a punter that I had pulled and we
just fell for each other.Problem is that she doesn't like sharing me,she
just likes to imagine who i've been with during my night's work....

   Karen removes herself from my lap and stands in front of me,hands on
hips.She's wearing one of my 'hooker ensembles' - the new white leather
mini skirt,fishnet stockings,4" heels and a white blouse,open to reveal her
cleavage.She looks great,what with her shock of red hair poking out the
top.

   She's also wearing my jewelery; lots of bangles,rings and necklaces,as
well as putting on my makeup very heavily.She's obviously trying to look
just like the slut that I am.....I'm impressed.

   "What's with all of my stuff?" I ask.

   She eyes me up coyly and says "Well,it was there.You like it?"

   "You taking the piss?"

   "No!  I'm just showing another side of myself..." she smirks.

   I reach over and collect my cigarettes and lighter from the table and
light one up.Karen and I chat about our day - her's at work (she's a school
teacher at an infants school a few miles away) and I tell her what i've
been up to.We haven't seen each other for a couple of days.  Obviously,work
comes first for both of us.Karen with devising lessons,showing student
teachers the ropes and stuff and me,well,you know what I do to keep myself
busy........

   My cigarette's nearly finished as I put it between my lips again,only to
have Karen sit on my lap and pull it from them.Karen drapes one stocking
clad leg over the other as she casually takes a drag from the glowing
cigarette.Inhaling deeply,her cheeks draw in as she pulls the nicotine down
into her lungs,she removes the cigarette before tilting her head and
blowing the excess smoke skywards......

   "You don't smoke."

   She looks at me again then takes a last drag and stubs it out,blowing
the smoke over my head.

   "I thought i'd try." she answers.



   "Let's go to bed." I say as I turn off the lights and grab her
hand,leading her up the stairs..

   END OF PT.  IV.



   I hope the you liked that instalment of 'A Pros Life'.More will be
published as soon as is possible.Please feel free to Email me at
Samm199294@aol.com as all comments are greatfully recieved.Thanx.Samantha
xxx





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