A Problem is an Opportunity

So last week I left off with earning some money giving handjobs but my grades in school were down , and I was failing almost every subject.

One has too always look at a problem as opportunity. For me I simply started banging my male teachers. Those failing marks changed quickly to a 'B+'. As for the women teachers I just picked the smartest geek in the room , a handjob got me my work upgraded to a 'C'. Thus the failing marks went away but this left me back to the money dilemma.

I made a quick trip over to my old school geek dad's office and hung out till I saw him in the lobby. He was surprised to see me but was anxious to get rid of me before someone saw us. He wanted me to come by and I explained the situation. Come to find out his company had an apartment in Midtown for executives and guest so he scheduled a romp in the sack for Thursday afternoon when I got out of school.


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What I Did Next ....

I left off last time with my life story where now I had new foster parents who converted me to their flipping babysitter.

This put some kinda crimp in my social escort business for profit. My money was drying up and all I wanted to do is pull my hair out with these three brats.
So I started sneaking out at night to earn some money. Unfortunately this meant a lower class of men I had to deal with. I tried this for about two weeks when I realized that every pimp in town wanted me , for my money. I wasn't getting hooked on drugs or putting out tricks for some pimping asshole so I quit abruptly.
Instead I started giving handjobs to kids in school for $20.00 each. I was doing the adult hired help for $35.00 each. Now I was pulling down around hundred dollars a day. My grades where going to hell and I was skipping classes more than attending.
This led to the first half of the school year failing and those nasty notes to the foster parents.

I was pretty bright , always thinking of ways to get around a problem.


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I Got Caught

So on my last post I learned how to get expensive designer clothes for sex , after all they cost lots of money.

So with cash in my purse and an expensive black leather mini skirt on my butt I head home. This time my drunken foster mother wasn't totally blitzed or had a boyfriend over.
Oh yes she caught me.
Grabbed my purse and started slapping me around.
So I fight back , it's a real free for all in the apartment , which by the way the walls are like cardboard , so the neighbors think she's killing me and call the cops.
The police arrive , and quickly find a cut on my head , and I have what appears to soon be a black eye.
They arrest her , call an ambulance for me , and notify social services (child welfare).
I give them most of the truth , that's she drunk all the time , took my baby got paid for it , and I am left to fend for myself.
I add the one false statement that she is pimping me out as a prostitute , and the fight erupted because I wanted some of the money.
Actually I wanted all the money , what has this bitch ever done for me? The city / state pays her to feed and cloth me , make sure I go to school , and stay out of trouble.
They arrested her , she lost custody of me , and I was placed in another foster home. This one wasn't much better , it had three other foster care kids younger than me , and they looked at me for their babysitter. This put a real cramp in my sex for money job.

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Oh Yeah Sex for Fashion

So last week I left off with doing my first an old fart versus doing the school boy geeks and nerds.

So now I have cash in hand and shopping I am going.
I started at all the major NYC department stores but one of my friends said , "Hey girl have your ever done sex for clothes?"
I am thinking 'what the hell is she talking about?' so I replied , "Ah no!"
"Come with me" , she said smiling.
"Okay" , I quickly replied.
So off to one of these Manhattan upscale boutiques we went.
When we got there I quickly said , "WTF , I can't afford this place , lets go."
"No Problem" , she insisted, "trust me" , she said.
So into the store we went.
There was a guy in the back , about 30 I would say.
My friend called him over and whispered something in his ear.
Then she took me to one side and said, "Okay I am leaving now , but here is the deal - you give him oral sex , and he gives you expensive stuff. So pick out something and go for it."
Then she was off.
I saw this $400.00 leather mini skirt , and the guy was more than willing.
Into the back room we went.
He simply told me , "you give me oral , I pull out and jizz your face , and the black leather mini is yours."
Well , again my mouth engaged before the brain could catch up , and I sputter out , "Lets do it."
Well I walked out with the Leather Mini Skirt and reminisce of his goo still on me.

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Next , post I get caught by my drunk foster mother with expensive clothes and money.

Moving on Up to a daddy Image

Last post I mentioned about one of the Geek fathers hitting on me.

I had been banging Geeks and Nerds now for nearly two years. I was 15 going on 29. From what I gathered the father of this Geek found a picture of me on his son's computer. I was quite popular with all the Geeks and Nerds in two different schools and had a diner date every weekend plus cash. I had steadily been raising my CASH price for a BJ but kept the handjob price stable.

So this Geek old geezer , he was about 50 , put the moves on me. I was really reluctant. I had managed to keep my sexual activities with boys to a minimum. I knew if I agreed to see this father it would be vaginal penetration. After contemplating this I refused. He said , "Okay I am reporting you to the school authorities." So I agreed to have sex with him in a private secluded place , and not to be seen with him in public. He didn't hesitate , and agreed in a New York second. I also told him that the price would be set and not negotiable , he said he wanted something special , this made me nervous but I felt backed into a corner , so I agreed.

We met at his office around 8:00 pm on a Friday night. He told me to wear a sexy mini skirt , tight top , and no bra.
Once in his office he wasted no time discussing what he wanted. He wanted to do anal with me. I had never done that before. I said , "no"
But he pushed the issue , and said , "Have you ever done this before ?"
Stuttering , again I said , "No!"
"Wow" , he said and smiled.
Then before I could utter a word , he said , "I'll give you five hundred dollars."
Before my brain could engage my mouth properly , I sputtered out , 'Hell why not!"
I then immediately followed up with - "But you have to use a condom."
He agreed and said , "But I had to call him Daddy."
Well now my mind is running amok with thoughts of crazy shit like this guy is a pedophile and he will hurt me.
He saw the reluctance in my face , and quickly got out five new 100 dollar bills and handed to me.
He also got out a tube of KY Jelly and a ribbed condom.
He bent me over his desk , moved my panties to one said , and slipped his hard penis gently into my poop hole. It hurt , and he said , "Be a good girl for Daddy and relax."
I replied , "Yes Daddy."
He wasn't in my virgin anus very long before I felt him explode inside the condom.
I figured he was done , but no way. He started shoving it in deeper and harder. He crabbed my hair and said , "Now you're Daddy's little girl."
I yelled out , "Daddy you are hurting me, please stop!"
He just kept pounding me the more I squirmed the more he liked it.
Then I felt him go limp and it slipped out.
He pushed my panties back into position and said , girl your were great , you can make a lot of money doing men instead of boys.
I was crying from both it hurting and embarrassment with being with this perverted old guy.
He said , "Next Friday little girl , same time same place?"
Caching - I said , 'Oh yes Daddy , I am looking forward to it."
"Okay but wear something different" , he uttered.
"Yes Daddy , Yes , you are the boss."
Then I picked up my purse and got the heel out of there , the whole time thinking to myself - 'Girl , what's wrong with your brain?'

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A Teen Making Her Own Way in Life

It didn't take me long to realize the really good looking guys didn't need to pay for it and if they did it was a token amount.
But the Nerds and Geeks , now that's were the money was. Attractive girls wouldn't give them the time of day.
If an attractive girl went out with a nerd or geek it was for a diner and movie , on them of course. These girls would call it an early night , and then go out with some jock butt-hole later on , and have sex.

I on the other hand gave these nerds and geeks what they wanted.
First they would buy me a good diner , and I would get a movie. Then for CASH I gave them either a hand-job or a BJ and told them what a stud muffin they were.
Hell they told all their buds , and every Friday , Saturday , and Sunday I ate like a queen and had money in my purse.
I was on top of the world.

One day , one of the father's of a geek hit on me , next time I will share what resulted in that!

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Now I was a Teenage Hooker:

We left off last time with my life story where my bf forced me into sex for pay with three of his sports jock buddies.



So I knew the news would be all over school I was a slut.
Why fight it , I thought. Hell make some money from this I contemplated. If there's one thing life had taught me was wake-up and take advantage of a situation. In the past I did this mostly for food. Now it would be for money. After all money gets me food.
So I went out and bought a really inexpensive used mini skirt and a top that showed off my belly. I also bought some cheap costume jewelry for my belly button.
That Monday when I walked in to school I turned a lot of heads both male and female.
From that moment on I knew I was in charge of my own destiny and with any luck I'd be carrying a wad of money because no guy would ever get sex from me without paying.


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I started my Hooking Days as a Teenager:

Last time I left off all the sports jocks in school wanted me.
With my sorted reputation , just because I was raped and had a baby meant no ever-mind. Anyway , I needed some attention , but that's how I got pregnant in the first place. But now I am on the pill and have a purse full of condoms – all shapes , sizes , and types.
So this one jock really wanted me , I could tell. After a movie date and some wine , we went to his place. His parents were divorced , and he lived with his dad who worked nights.
Some of the girls in school warned me about this guy that he was some kinda macho self stuck on himself jock asshole , but so what!
After a glass and half I was flying.
He had my panties off and was inside me before I could tell him to use a condom.
Pumped me like a little whore he did.
Soon we were an item.
This lasted about a month and I thought he was the real thing – yeah right!
We went to this after game party. Lots of girls. As the night moved on everyone left except my so-called bf and three other sports jocks.
Suddenly he wanted me to bang his buds. I am thinking WTF is wrong with this fool.
He said , “look baby, we can make some bread out of this. I'll split it with you.”
I replied , “No F-in Way.”
His answer, “Bang for money or bang for free , I all ready promised the guys you'd do them!”
So I was scared but sorta stood my ground.
I answered , "Ok but they have to use a condom and I get 75 percent.”
Smiling , he agreed.

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My story continues:

Last post I left off with my foster care mother's boyfriend getting me pregnant and her finding out.

Well , no surprise she kicked his useless ass out. I heard he moved to Florida. She didn't give a damn about me and what happened , she didn't want any of her Bfs screwing anyone but her.
Hey you dumb alcoholic bitch , if you were sober long enough to have sex with a real man maybe you could get one!

Anyway , she contacted this shyster lawyer and I was forced to give up my baby for adoption. Of course she made out , she got five thousand dollars I got nothing , all of which went to her bottle habit.

After the baby was born , she put me on the pill and told me to use a condom.

Word got around that I was an easy lay. I was always an attractive slender girl but had small boobs. So all the sports jocks wanted me. This is another part of my story which I will explore on my next post.

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Continuing my story...

Early when I was 12-years-old I got my first period and just some nubs for boobs.
I was scared because I started bleeding and didn't know what to do.
My stupid drunk stepmother (single foster care parent) couldn't help so her current live in boyfriend helped me out. He got me some mini kotex from the local pharmacy and showed me how to use them.
I was nervous but needed help.
He kept starring at my naked young body.
After about 3-days my period stopped but I was still having some cramps.
About a week later her boyfriend , we will call him Paul , was smoking some marijuana and got me to try it. It took no time on an empty stomach and a new user to get high.
He started his advances and I lost my virginity to him. He was 35 and I was 12.
He never touched me after that one time.
But about a month later I started throwing up and having abdominal pains , but I didn't tell anyone.
Soon the belly started getting big , I thought I was getting fat , although food was scarce at my place. What did I know?
Soon my foster mother figured it out between her drunken binges.

More on what happened in my next post.

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This is the story of my life -

This is my first Blog / Social Network Page.

I started having sex at the age of 12.
My stepmother was a prostitute.
I never knew my real father.
My real mother died of an overdose shortly after I was born.
I ended up living with my with my aunt till I was 5-years-old. She put me in foster care , and that's how I ended up with a stepmother. She only wanted me for the welfare money.
My education is mostly street smarts but I did manage to get my GED.
By the age of 15 , I was doing sex for money.
I got Gonorrhea soon after that and took a class on STD's and prevention from the free clinic in New York City.
After my first encounter with an STD I always insisted the guy use a condom. In fact , I always carried a variety pack with me for both size and effect , most men hate them, but all men love sex!

More on my life later as a New York City Hooker and how I reformed my life and turned it around.

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