I am a twenty something year-old self-made millionaires. I'm not a genius, and I didn't win the lottery. However, at an early age I knew, sex sells.
I live in Las Vegas as a high priced call girl. What better place to live when you're in the sex business.
When I was a young girl of Thirteen I started learning all I could about being an adult entertainer. I loved having sex so I thought what better way to make a living.
I was on-line talking to a girl that clamed to be a hooker in New York City. I told her I was interested in fucking for a living but didn't know where to start.
She replied "it depends what you are willing to do". I was willing to try anything and everything.
Because I had a computer in my room and had been on-line since I was ten and I knew a lot about sex.
I replied back "I would like to make porno movies when I get older but right now since I live at home, I guess I would like to go to hotel rooms and fuck for money".
She told me of a web site where I could advertise myself and let people know what a slut I am. I could meet people that would pay to fuck me.
I meet Kim my mentor in the first hotel I tried to peddle my pussy. I dressed slutty because I didn't know any better.
Kim noticed me as a young girl trying to look sexy and pick up guys. She walked over to me giggling under her breath. She looked very sophisticated I didn't think she was a hooker when I first saw her.
"Hey, girl you aint never gonna get no man to pick you up being so obvious" the pretty black girl said as she approached.
"You don't even know what I'm doing here," I said trying to sound cool and confident.
"Well let me guess; you're not here with your parents dressed like that. The way you were asking every guy that you saw to buy you a drink; I'd say you were a whore looking for a john. Am I right" she said reading me like a book.
"I guess I was pretty obvious... I'm sorry if I hit on your boyfriend or something" I said.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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