The Whisperer

Clients, Clients. The encore...

2008-06-02T13:35:00.005-04:00

Here's some guys from my Philly days I wrote about 3 years ago. I was thinking some of you might want to read about all of them in 1 post:

1. The Sick Man. This is a guy who came to see me one slow Thursday afternoon. Said he worked in an office in the area. (Center City Philadelphia) He seemed normal enough until he started eating me out. Next thing I knew, he was barfing all over my pussy. Gross! He was very embarassed and left. Obviously I couldn't let him finish; I was too busy heading for the shower!A few weeks later he came back, full of apologies. I thought his sickness was just an ill-timed bit of food poisoning, so I saw him again. Wouldn't you know, he threw up in my face while he was fucking me!That was the last straw. I wouldn't let him see me again. Wouldn't you know, he threw up on three other girls before being banned from our establishment. "Jeff", if you're reading this, work through your problem - and it is a problem - before you see a girl again!

2. The Lover. This was a guy, nice enough, who felt he had to bring me gifts and flowers every time he came to see me. NEWS FLASH: I'm a sure bet. You will score here. This is not like a date. It's business. Save the flowers and gifts for someone who cares.UPDATE: The Lover came by this morning (7/3/05) at about 10 with his usual flowers - and a ring! He actually proposed marriage to me! Obviously I didn't accept. I don't know this guy. Wow.

3. The Crier. This guy always starts weeping uncontrollably during a session. I mean bawling! Note. I'm not your mama and I'm not your therapist. If you don't have a therapist, get one! A good one!

4. The Preacher. This guy never sees the same girl twice. Technically he's banned, but he tries hard to get in. If a new girl answers the door who doesn't know him, he can get in. Once in a room with a girl, he doesn't get nude, he whips out a Bible and starts reading passages like he's trying to convert us or something.

5. Ding-Dong Softie. Self-explanatory. He can't get it up even if he used a crane. A pity because he's pretty well hung. I don't know why he keeps coming back and wasting his money. He should try Viagra or something that will help get him hard. Then come back and see me. That cock would be great if it was hard.

6. The Talker. When I entered The Life, I was told about this type but I didn't actually believe it until I met one! You get him in the room and all he wants to do is talk. Nothing else. Just talk.

7. Ding-Dong Ching Chong. An Asian guy right off the boat. No speaky-speaky Engrish. Except for "Is big? Is big?" Guess what. No is big. He tips well though.

8. The Lone Teen Ranger. Young kid. Probably couldn't get a date with the captain of the cheerleading squad, so he comes to me. OK enough I guess, but needs to grow up. The first time he was here and saw me undress, his eyes got as big as saucers like he never saw a tit or bush before. He keeps telling me to talk dirty to him.

9. The Screamer. Self explanatory. This guy screams at the top of his lungs when he cums. Screams repeatedly. Sounds very feminine. First time he was here to see me Awntwan (one of our "security" guys) ran into the room thinking it was me screaming. Like I was being attacked or something.

10. The Reverend. Not to be confused with The Preacher. This guy is a real minister. A fucking hypocrite. On Sunday's at his church he preaches all virtue and shit. He says Philly needs to be cleaned up from all the drugs and prostitution. But he shows up every Saturday for his session. One of the girls saw his picture in the paper and recognized him! So one Sunday a group of us all went to his church all dolled up like Church Lady and sat our asses in the front row. By his wife. That motherfucker was sweatin! But he was back the next Saturday.

11. The Politician. A real politician and another fucking hypocrite. What do these guys think hookers don't read the paper? Same shit as the preacher, all "let's clean up Philly" and shit. Awntwan thinks we should all girls find out when his rally's are and show up there with his T shirts on. Then rip the shirts off and have his name painted on our tits!

12. The Dirty Man. Yes, dirty. As in, needs soap. He's not a homeless guy or nothing, he's just filthy. Gross. Like he must think it turns a girl on to smell that. No one here will see him unless he showers before his session.

13. The Smooth Man. No body hair. He waxes everything. First time he was here he was normal, not real hairy for a guy, just normal. After that no more hair. He waxes his chest, legs, armpits, balls, ass, everything. Even the hair around his anus. Weird.

14. The Cop. Thats right a cop. We didn't know he was a cop the first couple a times he was here. He never flashed his badge and shit. Then Lisa seen him walking a beat on Market and 6th.

15. The Family Man. A regular client. This guy always has to talk about his wife and kids and show us all the latest pictures. Like, did you know his daughter was in the school play? 2nd grade. And his son plays soccer? And he says me and his wife would get along good. We get all the latest up dates.

16. The Shitter. This guy was only here once. He's not allowed to come back. He tried a couple times and Awntwan wouldnt let him in. He was fucking me and everything seemed OK till he started to come. As the cum was squirting out of his cock shit came out of his ass. Runny, watery diarrhea shooting out of his ass. Nasty. I showered and I let him shower and then he left. I thought it was just a very embarasing accident for him till I talked to 2 girls I know from other "establishments" and they said he always does that. Gross.

I got tagged

2007-10-27T22:41:00.000-04:00

I was tagged by Princess Jezebel Von Tizzle from Lust Puddle.

Here's the instructions:

Each player starts with some random facts/habits about himself/herself. As you are tagged you need to post the rules and your responses on your own blog. At the end of your post, you need to choose some people to tag, list their names and, of course, leave them a comment, telling they have been tagged and they need to read your blog for more information.
Here are the juicy details of The famous Whisperer:

A-Age: 3 x 7 +
B-Band listening to right now: Monster has ACDC on. I prefer R n B.
C-Career: I'm a prostitute.
D-Drink or Smoke: Both! I drink Bailey's Irish Cream and I smoke Newport's.
E-Easiest friends to talk to: Monster!
F-Funniest moment of your life: I don't know, probably some time when a wierd client stopped by. Check out my "clients, clients" posts.
G-Gummy bears or gummy worms: Worms.
H-Have a boyfriend/girlfriend: No.
I-In love: No.
J-Junk food you like: Frenh fries, pork rinds, chocolate
K-Kids: NO!
L-Longest ride ever: I don't know.
M-Man/woman you love the most: Man: None right now; Woman: Monster.
N-Names for your future kids: n/a
O-One wish you have now: More money.
P-Phobias: Cops
Q-Quote (favorite): Don't know.
R-Reasons to smile: Fucking!
S-Sleeping hours: Till early afternoon.
T-Time you woke up: today? 2:30 pm.
U-Unknown fact about you: I'm double jointed.
V-Vegetable you hate: potatoes.
W-Worst habit: Flashing my amenities in public.
X-X-rays you’ve had: My teeth. My left shoulder.
Y-Yummy foods: Chocolate, cum.
Z-Zodiac sign: Pisces

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Beauty

2007-10-08T19:08:00.000-04:00

Bite them....

Eat me.....

Let me get on top...

I'm back!

2007-09-29T16:20:00.000-04:00

I'm back again.
I didnt find the lord or anything like that.
Things got real fucked up and I had to leave Philly. I'll write about it some other time, but I'll just say it was some guy that got real violent that I had to leave the "massage" parlor and get out of Philly to lay low for a while. Real low.
I'm working now in another city really it's a town and I love it.
Monster is here with me!

I should have some new stories and some hot naked pics up in the next few weeks.

Cum over here I got something 2 show U

2006-12-15T10:49:00.000-05:00

Here it is. Britney Spears' pussy. Britney's shaved pussy. After I saw these pics I went back to shaving mine!
(Click the pics to enlarge!)

Jim

2006-09-16T19:56:00.000-04:00

Monster was laid up with a injury. She fell in the street and bruised her ribs and got these nasty scrapes on her tits. So she couldnt work.
So this guy Jim comes in who was one of Monster's regular's. And he wanted to see me.
Now I knew that if he was a regular of Monster he liked fucking. I had to make this good.
Soon we're naked in bed. I tell him to get on his stomach and I would give him a massage. I massaged him with my hands and then with my tits. I ran my nipples over his back and ass. Then I ran a nipple along the crack of his ass. He was moaning with pleasure. I reached between his thighs and cupped his balls.
So I tolled him to turn over on his back. I knelt between his legs and caressed his chest. I licked his nipples and kissed them. Then I caressed him with my nipples, beginning with his balls and cock. Then I slowly moved my boobs up his body and into his mouth, he began sucking them. I felt them each harden in his mouth.
"I don't want to come yet", he said, so I slowed down.
I spread his legs and reached for his anus. I carressed it and he moaned with pleasure. I knw he liked it so I put my finger in a little. He moaned, "yes! Yes!"
"Deeper?", I asked.
"Yes, please!"
So I put my finger in as deep as I could. His cock was as hard as steel, so I took my finger out and mounted him, feeling his hardness fill me. He kept it up for what seemed like hours.
We came together in shuddering, sweaty waves.
Afterward, we lay together, spent. It was out of this world.

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2006-06-25T18:58:00.000-04:00

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Xtina's Exquisite Nipples

2006-05-30T19:59:00.000-04:00

How I Got To Be A Prostie.

2006-04-21T19:39:00.000-04:00

People ask me, Whisperer, why are you a prostitute? They think it's some kind of personal problem or something. Like a troubled childhood.
It's because I like to fuck. And have ever since I first grew a little fluff between my legs. I just decided that if I like to fuck so much I might as well get paid for it.
I enjoy my work and I'm very good at what I do.
I started out in my high school. I was never into dating any one boy, so I just played the field. After a while I decided to make it worth my while. I'd fuck for test answers or other things I needed. Or just for money. I would fuck my way to passing grades with more than one male teacher. I knew prostitution would be my career.
The summer after graduation was when I had my first arrest. I tried turning tricks in the town I grew up in. I'd hang out down town after dark and take guys behind this one store and do them in their cars. I got busted when a cop shined his light in the car window.
I knew I had to go to a city to be successful. Philadelphia looked good because it had a red lite district on Arch St., but I didn't get to Philly right away. Camden, NJ is across the bridge from Philly and that's all I could afford. I began there by strolling Admiral Wilson Blvd which leads to the bridge. The girls would hang out by this motel and take our "clients" in side a motel room. Then I got a job at a peep show right up the blvd from the motel. That lasted till like the year 2000 when there was a republican convention in Philly and these politicians wanted to clean up Admiral Wilson Blvd and tore down the motels and shit. So I looked in Philly for work.
I started out walking Arch st but that was fucked up cause you don't know who you can pick up. I got a job at another peep show place, then I got a job at this place that advertised as a massage parlor but actually it was about fucking. So I didn't have to walk any more. The guys came to us! They came up stairs and theres some girls here and if the guy picks you you go back to a room and do business. Theres showers and all. It was great because theres not as much risk as the street. Then I switched to where I am now, which isn't on Arch St and I get more money.
I make a very good living as a prostitute.

CARTOON TIME

2006-04-06T07:35:00.000-04:00

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The Cock

2006-04-03T14:07:00.000-04:00

This guy's cock isn't getteing any where near my pussy, or my mouth. Or my butt.
What the fuck is wrog with 5his guy?
Once I had a customer who seemed like an OK guy until he got nude for me. He had fuckin runny sores on his cock. He said it would be ok if he used a rubber. I told him I dont think so.
VIDEO

Monster's Panties

2006-02-26T10:34:00.000-05:00

I'm back.

2006-02-24T12:09:00.000-05:00

I was "away."
I won't give details of where or what for, but lets just say I had some occupational related legal trouble. So I fuckin had a vacation.
No conjugal visits but Monster came to visit when she could.
So now I'm back.

X-mas with Monster

2005-12-30T22:15:00.001-05:00

Monster moved in with me a couple days before Christmas. She is back working at our "establishment", and shes really happy.
So she decides to cook a ham for Christmas. And we had a couple of the girls over. She wouldnt let me help cooking or anything which suits me because the only cooking I do is in bed. She said she had this special secret recipe.
So at dinner the ham was real good and she said it was the glaze she used and could anybody guess what it was. Nobody knew and so Monster told us.
It was cum.
We all thought she was joking so Monster goes in the kitchen and gets a jar and she wasn't lying, there was still some cum in it. Missy and Tina were the other girls there and Missy went in the bathroom and got sick but it was no skin off my ass because I swallow anyway and Tina thought it was pretty cool cause she's pretty kinky. And then Missy came back and said she was sorry for getting sick but then she said she felt better and the semen-glaze tasted ok anyway so she had some more. We all had some more.
Monster says the high temprature in the oven kills any germs in the cum.
She says she took the rubbers from a couple of her clients and put the cum in a jar in my fridge. She hid it behind the other shit in there and added some each day till she had enough.
I ♥ Monster and I ♥ having her in my apartment!

Monster

2005-12-06T10:23:00.000-05:00

Monster was a girl who worked at my place of enployment for most of this year. I don't even know what her real name was, she insisted on being called Monster.
She was a brunette who looked kind of like Ally Sheedy and she liked anal sex as much as the straight stuff. She also liked girls as much as guys and I can personally vouch for her sexual ability.
Monster also worked as a dancer at a number of strip clubs in the greater Philly area, but she couldn't hold down that sort of work because the management didn't like her soliciting the customers. She was a nympho and would gladly do a man for free, and more than one club found her fucking customers when she was supposed to be giving lap-dances. And only for the price of a lap-dance, she wouldn't even ask for extra!
After a while no clubs would hire her, so she came to us. She loved fucking so much that she wasn't fussy about tips and because of that she was in high demand by the "regulars."
Monster joined a volunteer fire department somewhere in the suburbs, I think she was from someplace on the Mainline. She joined mostly to be around guys but she told us here that she actualy fought some real fires. Like I said, her reason for joining was to be around guys and that was her undoing.
In October the fire chief walked in on her "pulling a train" with his men. First he thought they were gang-raping her and he called the cops but they soon found out it was all between consenting adults. He still didn't want any fucking in his fire house and so he fired Monster. He knew her family and when he told them they had her sent somewhere for "treatment".
So she no longer works with me and the girls.

Even More "Clients, Clients"

2005-11-20T12:51:00.000-05:00

...Continued
14. The Cop. Thats right a cop. We didn't know he was a cop the first couple a times he was here. He never flashed his badge and shit. Then Lisa seen him walking a beat on Market and 6th.
15. The Family Man. A regular client. This guy always has to talk about his wife and kids and show us all the latest pictures. Like, did you know his daughter was in the school play? 2nd grade. And his son plays soccer? And he says me and his wife would get along good. We get all the latest up dates.
16. The Shitter. This guy was only here once. He's not allowed to come back. He tried a couple times and Awntwan wouldnt let him in. He was fucking me and everything seemed OK till he started to come. As the cum was squirting out of his cock shit came out of his ass. Runny, watery diarrhea shooting out of his ass. Nasty. I showered and I let him shower and then he left. I thought it was just a very embarasing accident for him till I talked to 2 girls I know from other "establishments" and they said he always does that. Gross.
To be continued...

Still more "Clients, Clients."

2005-10-13T19:17:00.000-04:00

...Continued
10. The Reverend. Not to be confused with The Preacher. This guy is a real minister. A fucking hypocrite. On Sunday's at his church he preaches all virtue and shit. He says Philly needs to be cleaned up from all the drugs and prostitution. But he shows up every Saturday for his session. One of the girls saw his picture in the paper and recognized him! So one Sunday a group of us all went to his church all dolled up like Church Lady and sat our asses in the front row. By his wife. That motherfucker was sweatin! But he was back the next Saturday.
11. The Politician. A real politician and another fucking hypocrite. What do these guys think hookers don't read the paper? Same shit as the preacher, all "let's clean up Philly" and shit. Awntwan thinks we should all girls find out when his rally's are and show up there with his T shirts on. Then rip the shirts off and have his name painted on our tits!
12. The Dirty Man. Yes, dirty. As in, needs soap. He's not a homeless guy or nothing, he's just filthy. Gross. Like he must think it turns a girl on to smell that. No one here will see him unless he showers before his session.
13. The Smooth Man. No body hair. He waxes everything. First time he was here he was normal, not real hairy for a guy, just normal. After that no more hair. He waxes his chest, legs, armpits, balls, ass, everything. Even the hair around his anus. Weird.
To be continued...

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FEELING BETTER

2005-09-08T21:58:00.000-04:00

It's been 2 wks and I feel alot better. My tit is almost healed and the pain is gone. It's not puffy anymore. I still have some percoset's if I need them. I don't know if I'll get that one pierced again. Anytime I fuckin think about it I remember that tearing sensation and it brings tears to my eyes. Otherwise I feel better.
The fuckin asshole that pulled out my nipple ring in the first place had the balls to show up again wanting to see me. I was "in a meeting" but I was told that he walked in and straight into... Awntwan! Awntwan beat the shit out of him and threw him out in the street.

"E. R." Live.

2005-08-25T08:46:00.000-04:00

Monday night I just got in from a trip to Vegas with a businessman and it's taking a couple days to get back into my routine. So yesterday I'm seeing a client and he starts sucking my titties. Suddenly he hooks a tooth into my left nipple ring and pulls, tearing my nipple in the process. It fucking hurt so I screamed! Awntwan came running into the room to see me nude, covered in blood! The client tried to slip out the door (with my nipple ring still in his mouth -- seemed he wanted a "souvenir") but Awntwan grabbed him and had to beat him a few times before he spat out my ring. Awntwan got me cleaned up and took me to the emergency room at Hahnemann University Hospital. They called the cops because they thought I was an assault victim, but Awntwan told them that he was my boyfriend and that it was an accident during consensual sex. Since he had the nipple ring they finally believed him. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell the fucking cops that I was a prostitute! So finally they patched me up with a butterfly (no stitches!) and sent me home to my apartment. So today I'm just taking it easy. My nipple hasn't been this puffy since I was 13! They gave me Percoset (great shit!) for the pain, so I feel pretty good. And I only have a ring in my right nip now, well if it works for Christina Aguilera it works for me.

PLATE JOB

2005-07-22T19:26:00.000-04:00

One of the down sides to "The Life" is that the clients think that if they're paying you, that they get to do anything they want with you. This guy came in yesterday. Everything seemed normal enough until he explained that he didn't want to fuck me. OK, fair enough, but then he said he wanted a "plate job". I had heard of plate jobs, but never had a client ask me for one. (A plate job is where the man lies on his back with a clear plastic or glass plate over his face. The girl then takes a shit on the plate while he watches it all come out of her butt and down onto the plate, all the while he's masturbating.)
I get a lot of kinky requests, but not many involving excrement. Of the ones I do get involving excrement, the majority are golden showers, very few involving shit; this was my first "plate job". At first I said no but he insisted on it. He offered me triple my usual rate for fucking, so finally I gave him his plate job.

A Whisperer Commercial

2005-07-18T22:24:00.001-04:00

One of my "clients" wrote this just for me:

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But noone can talk to a whore of course,
That is of course unless the whore,
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She'll quote you a figure that you'll endorse,
She's always having intercourse,
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♪ People fuckety fuck and streak,
And ask the time of day,
The Whisperer will never fuck,
Unless she's got someone who'll pay. ♪

♪ A whore is a whore, of intercourse,
And this one'll fuck 'til her twat is sore,
You've never been to see a whore?
Well, listen to this:
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More Clients, Clients

2005-07-03T12:21:00.000-04:00

...Continued.
4. The Preacher. This guy never sees the same girl twice. Technically he's banned, but he tries hard to get in. If a new girl answers the door who doesn't know him, he can get in. Once in a room with a girl, he doesn't get nude, he whips out a Bible and starts reading passages like he's trying to convert us or something.

5. Ding-Dong Softie. Self-explanatory. He can't get it up even if he used a crane. A pity because he's pretty well hung. I don't know why he keeps coming back and wasting his money. He should try Viagra or something that will help get him hard. Then come back and see me. That cock would be great if it was hard.

6. The Talker. When I entered The Life, I was told about this type but I didn't actually believe it until I met one! You get him in the room and all he wants to do is talk. Nothing else. Just talk.

7. Ding-Dong Ching Chong. An Asian guy right off the boat. No speaky-speaky Engrish. Except for "Is big? Is big?" Guess what. No is big. He tips well though.

8. The Lone Teen Ranger. Young kid. Probably couldn't get a date with the captain of the cheerleading squad, so he comes to me. OK enough I guess, but needs to grow up. The first time he was here and saw me undress, his eyes got as big as saucers like he never saw a tit or bush before. He keeps telling me to talk dirty to him.

9. The Screamer. Self explanatory. This guy screams at the top of his lungs when he cums. Screams repeatedly. Sounds very feminine. First time he was here to see me Awntwan (one of our "security" guys) ran into the room thinking it was me screaming. Like I was being attacked or something.
To be continued...

Clients, Clients

2005-07-02T18:53:00.000-04:00

Some of my readers might wonder just what type of man would go see a prostie. Well, all types. Most are your everyday guys, but others are pretty bizzare. Here are a few of the more memorable:

1. The Sick Man. This is a guy who came to see me one slow Thursday afternoon. Said he worked in an office in the area. (Center City Philadelphia) He seemed normal enough until he started eating me out. Next thing I knew, he was barfing all over my pussy. Gross!
He was very embarassed and left. Obviously I couldn't let him finish; I was too busy heading for the shower!
A few weeks later he came back, full of apologies. I thought his sickness was just an ill-timed bit of food poisoning, so I saw him again. Wouldn't you know, he threw up in my face while he was fucking me!
That was the last straw. I wouldn't let him see me again. Wouldn't you know, he threw up on three other girls before being banned from our establishment.
"Jeff", if you're reading this, work through your problem - and it is a problem - before you see a girl again!

2. The Lover. This was a guy, nice enough, who felt he had to bring me gifts and flowers every time he came to see me. NEWS FLASH: I'm a sure bet. You will score here. This is not like a date. It's business. Save the flowers and gifts for someone who cares.
UPDATE: The Lover came by this morning (7/3/05) at about 10 with his usual flowers - and a ring! He actually proposed marriage to me! Obviously I didn't accept. I don't know this guy. Wow.

3. The Crier. This guy always starts weeping uncontrollably during a session. I mean bawling! Note. I'm not your mama and I'm not your therapist. If you don't have a therapist, get one! A good one!
To be continued...

"English" Lit, or A Bondage Story

2005-06-20T21:00:00.000-04:00

This guy liked B & D. He hooked up with this like minded woman and soon they moved in together. They had exciting hot sex every night. He got off on being tied to the 4 bed posts and whacked across the ass with a bamboo cane, then penetrated anally with different objects, including the cane.
The woman soon found out that he was cheating with other women behind her back. Although they both had multiple sex partners, it was always a group activity with both of them there. They never fucked separately. Or so she thought until now.
She decided she had to do something, but what? An idea soon came to her mind.
She waited until he came home, and just acted as if she knew nothing. Soon they were both nude, he tied securely to the bedposts, spread-eagled on the bed. She began whacking him across his bare ass, harder than she had ever done before. He begged, "Harder, harder!" His cock felt like it would burst; when he shot his wad it went all over his stomach and the sheet because he was laying face-down.
He soon felt her spreading his ass cheeks and an object entered his puckered brown butt-hole. Deep. Instantly he was hard again. He then heard her walk away from the bed.
"Where you going, baby?", he asked.
She replied, "To plug it in".
"Plug what in?", he asked.
"My curling iron", she replied, as she calmly dressed and left the apartment.

The cops, responding to a report of agonizing shrieks coming from the apartment, arrived to the stench of burnt flesh and burnt shit.
The woman was later arrested and is now doing time for attempted murder.
The guy survived and is still getting used to his colostomy bag.

ALMOST BUSTED

2005-06-16T17:20:00.000-04:00

A close one today! At about 1:30 this afternoon I had some time between clients so I walked up to 18 St to have a slice of pizza and pick up a pack of Newports. So I picked up some smokes and went to the pizza parlor. As I was waiting at the counter I saw a cop car turning off 18 St. Then another and another. No lights or sirens, but I could tell they weren't just sightseeing. So I paid for my slice and headed back to the "office". I soon saw that the cops were at my "place of employment", and were escorting my "co-workers" into the back of the cop cars. Fucking pig scum. Missy and Tina and Lisa and Corrie. Lakisha was arguing with this one cop but was put in a car anyway. 3 clients were being piled into cars too. I just walked by and pretended it was none of my business, hoping none of the girls said anything. None did so I went to my apartment.
I did my share of "streetwalking" and had my share of both busts and violent clients. I took up working at a "massage and fitness center" because it was safer. If a client gets out of hand we have a couple a big guys waiting in a room for that. We give them free sex in return for their help. Clients are buzzed in, so that should protect us from cops. One of us must have serviced a motherfuckin under cover cop who came back and got buzzed in with the other cops.
Well I have a big enough clientele that I can keep making money doing outcalls till this shit dies down.

Bot Blogging

2005-06-08T18:48:00.000-04:00

I call your attention to "Not A Bot", now known as "Rocker", who formerly blogged at http://botblogging.blogspot.com/, and now blogs at http://rockerrides.blogspot.com/, which has been linked on my sidebar. In one of his posts he refers to me as "an self-acclaimed prostitute who only writes about sex". And this is a problem Mr. Not A Bot because? Sex is a natural process and I happen to make my living servicing men for a fee. I am very good at what I do and I make a very good living at it. A very good living. Tax free. It sounds like Not A Bot is a sexually repressed prude. Lose your inhibitions Not A Bot. Explore your sexuality. If I had you in my bed I would take you around the world. I would explore your body with my hands and my tongue. You would get a rim-job that would have you screaming "don't stop!" Afterwards I would let you felch your own cum out of my hot pussy.

Smoking the Love Cigarette

2005-06-04T21:05:00.000-04:00

Once upon a time there was a guy who loved blow jobs. Always looking for a little head. One day he picked up a girl at a bar and took her back to his place.
Things soon got hot and heavey and they were naked. He said, "OK baby prepare to smoke the love cigarette. The LUUUUURRRVE cigarette. So she went down on him, and sucked his throbbing member. "Tie me up", he said.
He didn't know that she was totally insane.
After she tied him to the bedposts, she continued sucking him. "Fuck me now", he said. Instead, she reached into her purse and took out a Bic lighter. He asked, "What are you doing?" She replied, "Preparing to smoke the love cigarette. The LUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRVE cigarette."
She began flicking the flame over his balls, singeing the hair off as she went. It was both excrutiatingly painful and delicious. Then she flicked the flame over his swollen cock. He went soft immediately. "You need some love oil", she said, squirting his now raw package with barbeque starter. The cool liquid soothed him.
Then she again flicked her Bic.
Instantly his crotch burst into flames.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After 15 minutes she put him out with a fire extinguisher. All that remained of his once-proud sex was a charred stump; nothing remained of his balls.
As she left, she called an ambulance to his apartment.

What do I Whisper?

2005-05-28T15:22:00.000-04:00

What do I whisper? Sweet nothings.
Sweet nothings to get you hot and sweaty. To get your cock hard.
To make you cum. And cum. And cum.
I want to feel your hot cum squirting deep inside me somewhere behind my belly button. Let it pour out of my hot red cunt and run down my thighs. I will dip my fingers into it's milkiness and drink...

Self-Benta Examination

2005-05-22T23:56:00.000-04:00

Perform a Self-Benta examination: First, get your dick hard. Real hard. Now bend it. You know, like Beckham. That's right, put your back into it. Check out the colors. Call me in the morning.