IN SEARCH OF A NIGHT GIRL

Walking the streets of a well known town in the UK one summer evening, I was on the lookout for an interview. My idea was to chat to a prostitute, ask her about her work, how much money she made, how she'd got into the business... I was about to give up and find a pub and enjoying a pint of beer when I noticed a girl hanging about on the street corner. She was in her teens with long black hair. Wearing a red microskirt, a white T-skirt and knee-length red leather boots, she certainly looked as though she was on the game. I could hardly ask her whether she was a prostitute, so I made out that I wanted directions. I told her that I was a freelance writer and was supposed to be meeting someone in a pub to interview them, but I'd forgotten the name of the pub. She said that she couldn't help me as there were a dozen or so in the area.

We got talking and she asked me what sort of thing I wrote about. I said that I'd arranged to meet a girl who sold sex toys from her home and I was going to interview her about the various products and their uses. She laughed and said that she was a product and had many uses. One thing led to another, and she agreed to be interviewed about her work as a prostitute - in return for fifty-pounds. She called herself Anna, and she took me to her flat and I switched on my tape recorder...

 

THE INTERVEW

"I've been working the streets since I left 6th form at eighteen," she began. "My parents didn't have much money so, rather than go on to University I looked for a job. I'd had no real education, got no qualifications, and had to go for badly paid jobs. I started working in a shop, but I could only stand it for three days. Long hours, boring, badly paid... I just had to get out. I was waiting on a street corner for a friend one evening when a man started chatting to me. I didn't take much notice of him at first but, he then asked me what I charged. I had no idea what he meant. He looked me up and down and commented on my short skirt and asked whether I was new to the game. I knew what he was on about at that stage. He then said that he wanted a handjob. That was it, he was my first customer."

"Where did you take him? Were you living with your parents at the time?"

"Yes, I was living at home. I took him to the local park and did it behind the cricket pavilion. I charged him ten quid for a five minute wank. After that, I started thinking about the money I could earn. Just one man each day would bring in seventy quid a week. He became a regular and introduced me to a couple of his mates. Word got round and, within a couple of weeks, I was wanking two men every day. I couldn't believe the money I was making."

"So, at that time, you didn't go any further with the men?"

"They loved the idea of a teenage girl wanking them off. I told them that I was still at school because it turned them on. But it wasn't long before one of them wanted to see what I had between my legs. In the park, I yanked my skirt up and dropped my knickers. He fingered me and examined me intimately and I thought he'd want a fuck. I was still a virgin, but I wanted cash so a fuck was OK by me. But I had no idea what to charge him. As it turned out, he only wanted to play with my pussy. So I charged him twenty quid."

"Did you dress as a schoolgirl?"

"Oh, yes. I still had my school uniform. Gymslip, blouse, white socks - the lot. I even used hair removing cream on my pussy to add to the fantasy. I still do, and the men love it. In the park, I'd pull my knickers down and shown them my little pink crack. They lapped it up, if I can put it that way? They'd spend ages licking me, tonguing my pussy and sucking my clitoris. I charged them twenty quid for licking me. Of course, I'd end up wanking them off. It was easy money and I loved the attention I was getting. One of the men asked me whether he could keep my navy-blue knickers. He said that he liked stained schoolgirl knickers, so I sold them to him for a fiver. After that, I charged ten quid for my knickers as I had to pay a fiver for new ones. There's a good market for dirty knickers. I only sell a couple of pairs each week because I have to wear them for several days. I have an order book for my knickers, which is always full."

"You didn't go all the way with the men at that time?"

"No, not for a while. I think they were concerned about my age, so they stuck to playing with me and having me wank them. I soon got into blowjobs because I knew that I could charge them more. I started charging thirty quid. That was for playing with my pussy and tits, and then a blow. I'd never sucked a cock before and my first time was awful, I almost choked on the man's spunk. I wasn't very good at it so I checked it out on the internet. I learned to slip my tongue through the opening in the foreskin so that my tongue is between the skin and the knob. Men also like it when I lick around the rim. After some practice, I got good at it. Now, I just love sucking cock. And I get paid for it, which is a bonus."

"Didn't your parents wonder where you were getting money from?"

"I told them that I was working as a secretary. I had to change into my school uniform behind the bushes in the park. What with having to stay out all day so mum and dad would think I was at work, and the winter coming so it was too cold to strip off in the park, I moved out and got a flat. There's a shed in the garden. To keep the schoolgirl thing going, I tell the punters that my mum and dad are home and we have to use the shed. I've made it nice with a carpet and curtains and a light and stuff. It's really cosy."

"Do the men really believe that you're as young as you make out?"

"Definitely. I'm nineteen, but I look a lot younger. There's a small table in the shed. I have books and papers there and tell the men that 's where I do my school homework. What with that and my uniform and hairless pussy, they fall for it. And I've got pretty small tits, which helps. I also make out that I'm embarrassed about my young body and tell them that I'm a late developer. Of course, as I get older, I won't get away with it."

"How many clients do you have?"

"I see about twenty men each week. They all like different things so I never get bored. One likes to pretend that his my school teacher and he helps me with my homework. I make mistakes and he puts me over his knee and spanks me. He pulls my skirt up over my back and pulls my navy-blue knickers down and spanks my bare bottom. Then, as part of my punishment, he makes me bend over the table and he fucks me. I quite like being spanked, it turns me on. Another man likes to play at being a doctor. I bend over with my knickers down and he examines my bottom and puts his finger up my bum. He sometimes wears rubber gloves and uses Vaseline. It's a nice feeling, I like the sensations."

"Do you have any weird clients?"

"I have a few. There's this man who likes me to push a candle up his bum. He's a good customer, he pays me fifty quid for an hour – an hour of doing his arse with a candle. That's all I do. He doesn't touch me or anything. All he wants is the candle thrusting up his bum for an hour and he ends up wanking himself off. It's easy money. Another man spends half an hour licking and tonguing my bum. That's all he wants to do. Which is OK by me as I get twenty quid for leaning over the table. He doesn't wank or anything. He just licks my bum and then leaves. There's this other bloke who likes me squatting over his face and pissing in his mouth. He's wierd, but he'd a good customer. "

"What about your most diverse client? Is there one who stands out from the rest?"

"I have one client who's very different. She's a girl, a lesbian. I don't mind licking her pussy and stuff because, to me, it's still sex. Sex is what I do, it's what I'm paid for. I quite enjoy sucking her clitoris. She writhes about and makes the most beautiful girlie noises as I suck and lick her clitty. When she comes, she really comes. Talk about multiple orgasms. I really like her. She's in her twenties and can't find a partner. It must be difficult trying to find another girl. She comes to me for sex, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Is there anything you wouldn't do, no matter how much you were offered?"

"Yes, there is. I tried it once, and I hated it. I'll never lick a man's bum-hole. I'll use a candle or my fingers, but not my tongue. I lick and suck their balls, let them come in my mouth or give me a facial. But I don't tongue bottoms. Oh, and I only have one man at a time. I've never been turned on by the idea of having two cocks at once. "

"What is the age range of your clients?"

"My youngest client is a lad of eighteen. He's never had a girlfriend and, as he put it, he practices on me. When he eventually gets a girl, he'll know exactly what to do. I've taught him to hold back. No girl wants to get spunked within a few minutes. He's examined every part of my body and now knows what to do and how to do it. I've also taught him how to masturbate a girl. It's no good frantically rubbing away at a clitty. There's an art to bringing off girls, and he's now a great girl masturbator. My oldest client is in his seventies. He lost his wife a few years ago so he comes to me for sex. And he's very good. Unlike some of the younger men, he can last for ages."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I don't. I wouldn't like the idea of cheating on him. Besides, I have more than enough sex to keep me satisfied. There's one man who keeps asking me to go out with him. It wouldn't work. He's forty something so he'd have to tell people that I'm his daughter. He brings me presents, clothes and flowers and things. It's sad really because he's really nice. Maybe I'll settle down one day, but not for a very long time. My plan is to save up enough money to buy a house - for cash. "

"Do you fake orgasms with clients?"

"Never. Unlike some girls, I come very easily. I can have two or three good orgasms during one fuck session. I get very wet, too. The men love that. Schoolgirl knickers, hairless lips, very wet pussy, hard little clitty... That's what the men want, and that's what I've got."

"Do you advertise your services?"

"I've no need to because my clients tell their friends and I'm kept busy. I prefer it that way because I only see people who know my clients. I feel safer that way. I did think about starting a web site, but what's the point? There's too much work involved. I'm selling my dirty knickers, so I don't need to advertise them, and I have plenty of clients. I sell photographs, too. Not showing my face, just my pussy. There's not much money in photos, but it all adds up."

"Have you ever been threatened by a client?"

"No. Well, there was one man. He said that he'd tell my parents about my work unless I did him twice a week free of charge. I don't know how, but he found out where they lived. He was easy to deal with. I found out where he lived, went to his house one evening, and rang the bell. He opened the front door and stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost. His wife called out, asked him who it was. I said that I'd talk to his wife if he came anywhere near me. That was the end of that."

"Do your friends know what line of work you're in?"

"No, they don't. They think that I work as a private secretary. They know that I'm on good money but don't really ask me about my job. When we go out, the last thing we want to do is talk about work. I keep my two lives apart. It wouldn't work if I told my friends what I did. They'd ask too many questions. And they'd probably start blabbing and everyone would find out. They don't even know that I've got a car. I passed my test a couple of months ago and bought a new car. I'm in a rented flat and I have a pretty good job. That's all they know."

The phone rang so I decided to end the interview. I hope you've enjoyed Anna's revelations.

 

Copyright Tony Graves © 2005

 

SCHOOLGIRL PROSTITUTION

Amy read the above interview and sent in this e-mail telling of her college days.
And how she boosted her pocket money each week.

I'm not a prostitute, but I did have a close encounter with the business when I was at college. It began when I needed some money to go to the college barbeque and disco. I only wanted a few pounds to buy a burger and a can of Coke. My parents didn't have a great deal of money so it was down to me to get some cash. I asked a boy whether he'd lend me five-pounds. I didn't like him much but his parents were well off and he always had cash on him. I was amazed when he said that he'd give me the cash, and shocked when he added that it would be in return for wanking him.

Our college backed on to a forest and he suggested that we go there after class. I didn't know what to do. Although I desperately wanted to go to the disco that evening, I didn't like the idea of wanking a boy. My desperation won and I went into the forest with him after school. He was very up front, dropping his trousers and standing before me with his stiff cock pointing up to the trees. Standing beside him, I grabbed his cock and began wanking him. I'd never done it before, but he seemed pleased with my efforts. I liked the feel of his cock, its warmth and hardness, and quite enjoyed playing with it. When his sperm shot out, the white liquid running over my hand, I became excited and sexually roused. These were emotions I'd never experienced before, and I hoped that he'd ask me to wank him again. It was all over within a few minutes and pulled his trousers up and he gave me the cash.

He'd obviously talked to his friends about it because, the following afternoon, a boy sidled up to me in the corridor and asked me whether I wanted to earn five-pounds. I thought how easy it was to earn money, easy and enjoyable. I followed the boy into the forest after school and he gave me the cash and dropped his trousers. I was amazed by the size of his dick. I'd only seen one other penis so I had no idea about average size. But this lad's cock was huge. I pulled his foreskin back as far as I could and gazed at his purple glans. I then examined his balls, and I knew that wanking boys was going to become a regular little earner.

His sperm ran all over my hand as I wanked him faster. I liked the feel of the slippery liquid lubricating my fingers as I ran my hand up and down his cock. Another satisfied customer, and another five-pounds. I was doing really well, taking home twenty-pounds on some days. I never went further than wanking the boys, but my college days were fun and profitable. So, that was my close encounter with prostitution.

 

YOUNG GIRL PROSTITUTION

After reading the interview, Julie sent this e-mail from Australia.

The boys in my town were extremely interested in the high school girls, which was perfectly normal. They were fascinated in particular by their young breasts and were forever asking girls to show their boobs. My first money-making venture came one afternoon after high school when a boy asked me to show him my tits. I said no, as all the girls did, but he persisted. I was walking home and he followed me and went on and on about it. He finally said that that he'd give me 5 dollars if I showed him my tits. It wasn't a great deal of money, but I thought it worth a quick flash of my tits. And I hoped it might shut him up for a while.

We went behind some trees and I undid my top and pulled it open. He looked at my small breasts, his face beaming gleefully, and he then asked whether he could feel them. I quite fancied him, so I allowed him to squeeze my breasts. He stroked me, prodded me, felt me... As he played with my nipples, I felt quivery inside. The sensations were wonderful. I was young and my breasts were very hard, my nipples acutely sensitive, and I felt dreamy and dizzy as he bent down and sucked on each nipple. He'd woken something in me, stirred some sleeping desire. After that, I was more aware of my breasts than ever.

A few days later, another boy asked me to show him my tits. This was the norm at high school, it had become a regular taunt from the boys. When I said that it would cost him 5 dollars, he was initially shocked. He realized that I wasn't joking and pulled the money out of his pocket. We were in a locker room and everyone had gone, so we were safe enough. I bared my small breasts and he toyed with my nipples, squeezed my hard little tits and finally sucked my teats. Again, I felt quivery and dreamy as his tongue worked on my erect nipples. Apart from the money, I loved the sensations and decided to go into business.

Things were fine, I was showing my tits to boys, taking their money, and enjoying myself immensely. The situation changed dramatically when one boy ask to see my pussy. Hmm... What to do? We were walking past the trees and I pondered on his offer - 10 dollars. I'd told a friend how I was earning money and she'd called me a slut. If she found out that I showed off my crack, she'd call me all the names imaginable. I finally took his money, lifted my dress and pulled the front of my panties down.

As he gazed at my crack, I felt... I suppose I felt powerful. It was then that I realized that my body was worth money. I'd been flashing my tits for 5 dollars a time, but I realized that I could make a hell of a lot more cash. The boy knelt down and examined my crack closely, and I allowed him to touch me. He stroked my pussy lips, explored my slit... Again, the sensations were heavenly. As he played with my pussy, I realized how hard and sensitive my nipples had become. I felt alive with sex.

It wasn't long before boys were paying to suck my tits and finger my pussy. I knew that I was getting a reputation, but the money was rolling in so I didn't care. Apart from the cash, I was enjoying myself immensely. I wasn't a particularly attractive young girl and I'd never been asked out by a boy. The other girls had boyfriends and I'd always felt left out, until now. I didn't have a boyfriend, but I loved the attention I was getting.

I finally left high school and that was that. Was I a prostitute? Or was I a naive young girl? Looking back, I don't think I'd change anything. My high school days were great, satisfying, and profitable.

 

 

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