War Stories! Tales From The 'Frontline' - Ep 2
I'm over a decade into my life on the game, at time of writing this, and I know a lot of girls.
There's TWO things that us fellow prostitutes love to talk about when we get together. One being a 'Top Trumps' style thing - who's done the most punters, who's earned the most etc - and the other one is of swapping what we call 'War Stories' - anecdotes of our time involved in prostitution.
So...a bunch of funny, of painful or of just WTF anecdotes from both myself and fellow sisters...
First up, once more, has to be the irrepressible Sammy Jo. 54, dare I say it, and over 40 years involved in the life. She's the big sister of one of my besties too. Some tales she's told me about, before I was even born, and some that I had witnessed.
She once told me of a night, in the 90’s, when she had pulled a punter who was on foot. Fine. No problem. They had decided to..ahem...’Seal the deal’ by having their session in a nearby phone box!
Ok....
Problem being that a little old lady, who was partially deaf, wanted to use the phone box and was knocking on the door to use said phone! Sammy Jo was trying to tell her that she was busy but the woman couldn’t quite hear her!
Oh dear!
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Next? I hope she doesn’t mind, but a couple involving my ex-Madame, Martika.
Firstly, as a mother already, Martika was still working when she was carrying her 2nd baby and, because her first was pretty much right on time, she felt that she had plenty of time, with 2 weeks to go, before her next child was due.
So...cue sex session with her punter in his car, at 38 weeks, and whilst they were having sex...her waters broke! Cue panicking punter who, thankfully, called up her husband, Mark, to pick here up and take her to hospital.
Baby Jasmin was born sometime later.
Then, when I started working for her. I went to her house, we talked. I went out with her ‘top dog’ hooker, April, to get some hooking clothes. Martika was paying and April was ordered to get me some little leather mini skirts with me from a local leather clothing store.
Wonderful. So, we pick out 4 mini skirts, all black. Fitted lovely etc.
We were at the till and the boy there says something about the quantity.
April decided to say something along the lines of...
“She’s a ho, boo. She’s selling herself tonight. Gotta look on point.” as she was paying.
I felt so small.....
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Let’s chat about Candy. Candy normally works in a brothel and, when we started with a new Madame, we all had to work the streets to be able to make enough money for our Madame to get a new place.
It’s towards the start of the year. It’s cold...snowing.....not the best weather.
Candy’s not happy.
She explains “...does everybody know that I fuck my best at 25 degrees?”
I had to laugh...
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...and then, from the 20’s...I was just hanging around, waiting for punters and having a cigarette, when this guy turned up.
White shell-suit kinda thing, hair in little plaits, big chunky jewellery around his neck, oversized trainers on......and his got this Manchunian-type swagger...he’s white....and he’s got one hand down the front of his jogger bottoms!
“Yo!” he shouts as he comes near me....he talks about showing me a “...heavy time.” and that he likes me ...that I “Looks Maxing...” (Have a nice face) and that I “..am snatched..”
I shook my head and said “You is not black, innit? Stop pretending....and get you hands out from your trousers...”
He quickly went.
Again, just a few of the fun things we talk about...
🙂
There's TWO things that us fellow prostitutes love to talk about when we get together. One being a 'Top Trumps' style thing - who's done the most punters, who's earned the most etc - and the other one is of swapping what we call 'War Stories' - anecdotes of our time involved in prostitution.
So...a bunch of funny, of painful or of just WTF anecdotes from both myself and fellow sisters...
First up, once more, has to be the irrepressible Sammy Jo. 54, dare I say it, and over 40 years involved in the life. She's the big sister of one of my besties too. Some tales she's told me about, before I was even born, and some that I had witnessed.
She once told me of a night, in the 90’s, when she had pulled a punter who was on foot. Fine. No problem. They had decided to..ahem...’Seal the deal’ by having their session in a nearby phone box!
Ok....
Problem being that a little old lady, who was partially deaf, wanted to use the phone box and was knocking on the door to use said phone! Sammy Jo was trying to tell her that she was busy but the woman couldn’t quite hear her!
Oh dear!
---------------------------
Next? I hope she doesn’t mind, but a couple involving my ex-Madame, Martika.
Firstly, as a mother already, Martika was still working when she was carrying her 2nd baby and, because her first was pretty much right on time, she felt that she had plenty of time, with 2 weeks to go, before her next child was due.
So...cue sex session with her punter in his car, at 38 weeks, and whilst they were having sex...her waters broke! Cue panicking punter who, thankfully, called up her husband, Mark, to pick here up and take her to hospital.
Baby Jasmin was born sometime later.
Then, when I started working for her. I went to her house, we talked. I went out with her ‘top dog’ hooker, April, to get some hooking clothes. Martika was paying and April was ordered to get me some little leather mini skirts with me from a local leather clothing store.
Wonderful. So, we pick out 4 mini skirts, all black. Fitted lovely etc.
We were at the till and the boy there says something about the quantity.
April decided to say something along the lines of...
“She’s a ho, boo. She’s selling herself tonight. Gotta look on point.” as she was paying.
I felt so small.....
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Let’s chat about Candy. Candy normally works in a brothel and, when we started with a new Madame, we all had to work the streets to be able to make enough money for our Madame to get a new place.
It’s towards the start of the year. It’s cold...snowing.....not the best weather.
Candy’s not happy.
She explains “...does everybody know that I fuck my best at 25 degrees?”
I had to laugh...
.................................................
...and then, from the 20’s...I was just hanging around, waiting for punters and having a cigarette, when this guy turned up.
White shell-suit kinda thing, hair in little plaits, big chunky jewellery around his neck, oversized trainers on......and his got this Manchunian-type swagger...he’s white....and he’s got one hand down the front of his jogger bottoms!
“Yo!” he shouts as he comes near me....he talks about showing me a “...heavy time.” and that he likes me ...that I “Looks Maxing...” (Have a nice face) and that I “..am snatched..”
I shook my head and said “You is not black, innit? Stop pretending....and get you hands out from your trousers...”
He quickly went.
Again, just a few of the fun things we talk about...
🙂
26-30, F
