What a whore is afraid of
My friends and I would occasionally invite girls to our place for fun. Eventually, one of them, one of my friends knew her from school, became our regular guest. We would often call her first if we wanted to have fun. She was a beautiful girl with intelligence, charisma and a sense of humor, and over time, we developed a strange mixture of friendship and client-prostitute relations.
She actually became part of our company and we would invite her as a friend to go skiing with us, for example, or spend time in some other way. Of course, in such cases, she would often suck someone's dick or ...... with someone during our vacation. It was friendly sex on request. Sometimes we would invite her as a friend and during our vacation we wanted to hire her. In this case, she could agree to the offer and we would pay her more than usual, or refuse and we would continue to vacation as friends. And for sex, we would call one of her friends.
Of course, during this time we had not only a lot of sex but also a lot of conversations on a variety of topics.
During this time she had several boyfriends. But apparently these relationships did not bring her much satisfaction. Once, when I was driving her home after a party, I asked her why she was unlucky with guys and we had an unexpectedly frank conversation.
- She tilted her head to the side and thought for a few seconds and answered: yes, no. It's not that. They are normal. It's just that, she paused to formulate the thought, - they either see me only as a whore and do not see me as a person, or they see me as a person and expect me to stop being a whore. But I am both. I can't just cross out some part of myself. I am a person - she said, looking me in the face, but I am also a whore, she added, turning away.
The atmosphere immediately became heavy and I did not know what to say.
- Wow, that's a serious thought - I said after half a minute. I've never thought about it that way. Thank you for your frankness. You really understand life. Have you ever thought about giving it up? ... Well, these parties.
- Would you like me to give them up? - She turned to me.
I couldn't see the expression on her face.
- Probably not, I answered. Without you, we'll have a hard time at parties. You're practically one of us.
- You know what I'll tell you, since I'm confessing here. -
If a call girl tells you that everything will change with you and she'll become a faithful wife, don't believe her. She can hold out for a few months or even a couple of years, but then you'll find out that she's ...... with the gardener or that she sucked off half the office at the office party.
- You think so?
- Trust me, I know more about this than you do. I tried to be faithful too and I couldn't. I cheated over and over again so I decided not to deceive myself.
- Maybe it was just the wrong guy?
She looked at me like I was stupid and seemed to doubt whether she should try to explain anything to me.
- Listen to me: sometimes a girl can't control her desires - she starts early and she always has someone she sleeps with. Often the guys change and they can be of completely different levels - this is because she doesn't care who. The main thing is that someone fucks her.
Then there are girls with even greater desire. They have two, three, four friends who cover her needs from time to time, when a hunger accumulates that her husband or boyfriend cannot satisfy.
And only then come the girls who become call girls. They like different sex with different partners. This is what they are used to. With one partner, no matter how good he is, they will get bored and they will go looking for variety.
- Maybe circumstances just forse her to take up ......? - I asked again.
- In theory - yes.
But I know many girls and among my acquaintances there are none. And it's not only about the reason, you must have a predisposition for you to choose this path. And, as I said earlier, you develop habits if you do this for any length of time.
- Maybe you're right. - I said to somehow summarize. - You know, I'm glad if you like doing what you do. It's one thing when a person plays for money. Another thing is when you know that the girl is really pleased.
- I assure you, if everyone suddenly refused to pay whores more than ten dollars, 80% of them would remain in the profession. I would definitely suck for ten dollars and it would not be about the money at all, but about the fact that I like it. And $10 would just be an excuse. But fortunately, you my friends remain generous to me. - She tried to smooth over her thought. - I'm not doing this to finish college, get a job and live a puritanical life. Rather, I want to finish college and get a good job so that when I'm not so young anymore and I have to pay for someone to fuck me, I'll have something to pay with.
It was obvious that she had long wanted to talk to someone about what was bothering her. To sincerely admit to someone her depravity.
- I'm just lucky that I'm pretty and still young. If I were ugly, I'd be one of those who offer to use themselves in a bar toilet for a couple of bucks, so to speak.
After a pause, she continued:
I know that with age, hormones change and all that, but I don't believe that it will change me so much that I won't want sex.
What? Are you shocked? - She finally prompted me to speak out about her revelations.
- It's true, I'm a little shocked. - I answered. - And I'm also shocked that you just described the ordinary life of a man. We work our whole lives just to have access to sex. Are you sure you're not a man?
You're such a fool, - she laughed.
When I dropped her off, she thanked me for listening to her and asked me not to tell anyone about this conversation. Of course, I treated this with understanding.