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May 27, 2005

The Backalley Hooker fight

Those of us that work the streets as prostitutes usually don't have many problems with the backalley hooker. Sometimes they will cut into our business, but most of the time they just keep to themselves and leave us alone.

Well the other night we had a chick that just would not get out of our territory. She was new to the streets, but not to hooking. She had a pimp and there was a problem with where he wanted her to work, and where we were working. Her pimp knew we had a prime location and her wanted her to start under bidding us.

The first car that drove up she jumped at, telling the guy that we were too expensive and a bunch of other crap, unfortunately for her he was one of our regulars, or I should say my regular whom I hadn't seen in awhile. She kept pushing until he finally screamed in her face and she backed off.

When I walked up to the car he was still angry. I told him not to worry, she was a backalley hooker and wouldn't be around much longer. When I got back from doing my job she was still there. I could see a couple of the other girls arguing with her and it was starting to get nasty. I walked over and asked her what the deal was, and she explained that her pimp wanted her working our corner, and that if he drove by and she wasn't there, he was going to beat the crap out of her.

Of course I knew she wasn't lying, we had all seen girls whos pimps beat them, and knew if we made her leave she might not come back. We all try and watch eachothers backs. Especially those of us who have been here for quite awhile. When a new girls comes in without a pimp, we take her in and help her out. Those with pimps we try and steer clear of, they are nothing but trouble.

We asked her how in the hell she could have got a pimp so quickly and then she explained that her cousin introduced her to him, and he had liked her and put her on the street. She really didn't think much of it, cause she knew she didn't want to go back home, and since she had nowhere else to go, no money and was not a virgin for a loong time, she thought it would be quick money and she could take off when she had enough money.

We had to explain to her all the ins and outs of having a pimp and why we decided to go pimpless. Once she got all the information, she realized she had made a big mistake, but now how did she get out?

Well, we couldn't help her there, her pimp would just as soon beat the crap out of us as look at us, and if he knew we were trying to take her away from him, he might just have us killed. So we did what we could without being suspect.

She was a very pretty girl, smart is some ways, but very naive about the whole backalley hooker vs prostitute business. She did agree that she wouldn't work exactly on our corner, but if someone came up that we didn't want, we would call her out. She knew the consequenses of not bringing in enough money and was willing to face them. She stood back a bit but around enough so that if her pimp came driving through he could see her.

That night she made a good amount of money. We all did actually, it was a pretty good take.

TTFN

Lindsey

Posted by lindsey at 3:10 PM

May 23, 2005

Weekend of Hell

I know that I have always tried to be upbeat about the prostitution thing, I have gotten some feedback and realize that I have made it out to be alot more fun, glamorous, whatever you want to call it, than it actually is.

This past weekend is a perfect example of what I am trying to say. My second Jon of the weekend turned out to be some psycho! He seemed like a decent guy, had a nice car, and a great face. He was really nice when he picked me up and we went back to my room. The minute the door was closed he turned into some sort of maniac!

He threw me down on the bed and started tearing my clothes off. When I told him to stop he said 'shut up whore!, your getting what you deserve!' Once he had me naked he pulled down his jeans and then grabbed the back of my head and told me what he wanted me to do.

I couldn't believe it was happening, but then knew that I couldn't be so lucky all the time. I had seen many of the girls come back with bruises and split lips. Sometimes it was their pimp doing the hitting because they didn't make enough money, other times it was the clients. Either way, it didn't feel good, and all of us have swore off prostituting ourselves after something like that happens.

Of course this was one of those times for me. Once he was ready to go, he did it so hard and fast I thought I was going to rip wide open. It really hurt bad, and no matter what I said or did, he just kept going. He kept slapping me and hitting me and calling me a 'slut' and saying things like, I was geting what I deserved.

When I was finally able to get him off me, and pull away from him, then he left and I didn't see him again. I was so sore, even my face hurt from his hitting and slapping me. You know, this profession isn't all it's cracked up to be. Yes, I do have some good clients, ones that treat me fairly decent, but then I have those guys who think that because I walk the streets I am some tough chick who can handle it, or who they think they can abuse whenever they feel like it.

I know there are those of you who wonder why I just don't get a regular job. Well, I have been doing this for so long I don't know how to do anything else. That and the fact that I didn't finish high school and have no work history, nobody would hire me.

Anyway, I am sorry to get all this out here, but then again, that's what these things are for aren't they?? Like a public diary! So, I guess I am not sorry lol Just needed to let others know, especially girls who think 'wow, what a job'. It's not all it's cracked up to be, and I don't really have as many perfect Jons as I might make out, it's mostly my imagination that gets me by.

TTFN

Lindsey

Oh, the whole point of this post was so that you knew that's why I was gone for so long! I would forget my head if it wasn't attached, seriously!

Lindsey

Posted by lindsey at 1:42 PM

May 20, 2005

Becoming a Stripper

I had a guy the other night that was trying to get me off the streets. He said he had a job for me if I want to try it out. He said it's better than prostitution, but along the same lines. Well except for the sex part.

He then explained that he was opening a strip club and wanted me to come and try out for it. I don't think I would like stripping. At least in my profession, (if you don't have a pimp) you get to pick and choose who you want to go off with. I have been in strip clubs, those guys are grabby and you can't really say no, because they throw a fit and then you got your boss on your ass for not making the customers happy!

I told him I would rather work the streets than be a stripper, but he was pretty insistant and told me to just come and try out, and if I still don't want to do it, he would pay me for the night and off I would go.

I figured what the hell, I would be inside for a night and could still make some cash and hopefully some good tips. So the next night I showed up at his little strip club and got into costume. There were a few other girls I knew from the streets there, and some others none of us had seen before. I dressed in my leather, not all of it though cause I needed to be able to get out of it pretty quickly, but I brought my whip with to help with my little exhibition I guess you would call it.

I was the second to the last girl to go out on stage, so I got to see how the others did and what they did. A few of them were really good! Some really sucked and others were so,so. I figured I had a shot, what the hell, it was money!

I went out and did my best, danced to some stupid song, got my ass grabbed a couple times but that was it. Nothing too horrifying until I was asked to do a lap dance for this guy. His wife was with him, they were an older couple, and looked odd. I took them back into a room and started my lap dance. All of a sudden the guy grabs my boob and the wife grabs him between the legs, I slapped his hand off my boob and she slapped me! I couldn't believe it! There was no way I was going to be a stripper and have to put up with this shit!

I got up and walked right up to the guy who told me to come and try it out, told him forget it and to give me my pay and I was out of there. He told me I had one more dance and then I could go. I did that dance, got paid, and walked out never looking back.

I know, maybe it was nutty to think being a prostitute was better than being a stripper, and maybe I could make more money stripping, but for me, I am my own boss, I can work, or I can take the night off. I don't want someone else telling me when I have to work.

Oh well, it's my life!

TTFN

Lindsey

Posted by lindsey at 5:09 PM

May 18, 2005

Sex with him was Electro!

He said he was looking for someone to help him with his fetish. I asked exactly what that fetish was, and I would see if I could help. He said he liked to have electro sex. I guess I didn't understand because I told him everyone likes their sex to feel electric. He said no, that wasn't what he was talking about. Then he pulled out a little machine and explained.

It seems that some people get a sexual charge out of electricity. I honestly couldn't see what could be sexually stimulating about electricity, but I was going to find out!

Back at my room, my client hooked up his little toy and told me to lay down. I wasn't really into pain, so I asked if he could please try it on himself first and I would go from there. He was more than happy to and so he hooked up these little electrodes to his cock. He turned the dial to the first level. Within seconds his cock grew nice and stiff. So this was what electro sex was all about! I was very interested and told him to try it on me.

He attached the electrodes to my pussy lips first, just so it wouldn't be too strong at first. When I was ready, he slowly moved the dial to the first level. As it moved up, I could feel the low current moving through my lips. It was incredible feeling, I can't really describe it. It wasn't exactly a vibration, more of a tingling sensation. I could feel the hairs on my body lifting. He asked if I was ok, and I told him wonderful, noting his still very stiff cock. At level two I had my first orgasm. It was incredible and nothing I could describe here even if I tried real hard. He turned it off and attached one electrode to his cock, the other to my clit.

Within and hour I had multiple orgasms and he had cum twice, and not once had we touched eachother. It was an experience I will never forget, and hope to do again in the near future!

TTYS,

Lindsey

Posted by lindsey at 5:44 PM