April - From Teen To Street Hooker : Part 22
Chapter 7 - A Year Down The Line
Yeah, he was good to me. He'd not known anything about STD's but he could empathise with me wanting to make coin for Martika and also when you haven't got what you need that you 'make do and mend'. Obviously, in my case that meant getting a sexual disease that put me out of commission.
He called it 'cutting corners' and we had a chat about that.
"April, hun. She only did this for your understanding. Hell of a thing to do, but if you cut corners with safety or anything like that then you're playing with fire. If you decided to not take the pill then you might get pregnant...and where would that leave you? Same with condoms. You're new to this. Martika's been hooking for over 12 years now. She knows the do's and don'ts. You don't. She knows who might have a sexual disease. You don't."
"She's very angry because it all points back to her. Whatever YOU do, it reflects on her...good or bad...You're a great lay and that reflects on her reputation. You get a disease and then the punters will think that ALL the girls have got a disease. You see what I'm saying?"
I nod "Yeah, boo.."
"So, what you do reflects on her. I know, when she was starting, she did her best to get the respect of people because that reflected on her mum's reputation. That was always important to both Samantha, her mum, and to Martika herself. You can't buy that. It lasts a long time. People remember."
"If you want to be an established hooker, like Martika...like Samantha....then there's do's and don'ts. The main thing is consistency...being the best you can....this doesn't show consistency."
"So, I'd recommend to store this in your brain for next time you're thinking of cutting corners. Remember what happened to you when you did it....remember the repercussions from Martika....and remember the disappointment that she had for you. Remember it so you won't do it again. Ok?"
"Gotcha, boo.."
It was a horrible 2 weeks. Not just with pain - they say that bones start to knit together AFTER 7-10 days - but also because of my shaking. I was, in effect, detoxing from the alcohol. Throughout the last year I had drank, or been made to drink, around a litre of Vodka a day. Now? On nothing? It's been a hell of a come down. Shocking too.
After my two weeks are up, then as bad luck follows, I would have to start my period, wouldn't I? For fuck's sake! I feel that Martika is very upset about this. But it's my body's cycle. I can't help it.
I am starving though. Literally. Martika has cut down on the food that I eat just because I am not earning. Soon as my period finishes, you bet that this bitch was getting her shit together to look the best she could, pull punters as best she could - my ribs were still painful, but at least I could kind of move about. Hard to get up from lying down, so if I was banging punters in cars, I would make sure I was on top.
I missed the fucking. I'd been conditioned over the last year to think it was just nothing...but...it was something. Something special? No...something that I needed? Yes. Not just from making coin for my owner, but also that constant state of almost arousal - to fully aroused - when someone is fucking you.
All told, I'm injecting H for 6 weeks, a couple of times a day. My arms are scarred from the injections, but I don't give a fuck. It's helping the pain...making it easier to move...making it easier to work.
I still phone my folks, weekly, and I'm sure that I sound pretty stoned when I do so. I, obviously, say that I'm ok and that work is going good, down London - I am soooo far away from London, boo - and I'm having time out with friends.
Yeah, they're lovely...yeah, they do go to church - Martika does go to church every Sunday, and drags me with her, so at least I'm not lying about that part - and all is well. No...not sure when I'll be able to visit, sorry.
Once I'm off and running - selling myself as I am clean and disease free - I'm back to the drink, the drugs and eating better., I feel much more better for it. It's tough work getting ready and shit...getting dressed and make up and all that bollocks...but I manage.
First night back out? I'm making good coin for my owner and I feel so very relieved and much more relaxed, settling back into the prostitute lifestyle.
Martika is happy too. Keeping an eye on me whilst she's working. Likewise Emma, her best mate. There's always snide comments of "You better be using rubbers, bitch.." and I have to show her.
End Of Part 22
Yeah, he was good to me. He'd not known anything about STD's but he could empathise with me wanting to make coin for Martika and also when you haven't got what you need that you 'make do and mend'. Obviously, in my case that meant getting a sexual disease that put me out of commission.
He called it 'cutting corners' and we had a chat about that.
"April, hun. She only did this for your understanding. Hell of a thing to do, but if you cut corners with safety or anything like that then you're playing with fire. If you decided to not take the pill then you might get pregnant...and where would that leave you? Same with condoms. You're new to this. Martika's been hooking for over 12 years now. She knows the do's and don'ts. You don't. She knows who might have a sexual disease. You don't."
"She's very angry because it all points back to her. Whatever YOU do, it reflects on her...good or bad...You're a great lay and that reflects on her reputation. You get a disease and then the punters will think that ALL the girls have got a disease. You see what I'm saying?"
I nod "Yeah, boo.."
"So, what you do reflects on her. I know, when she was starting, she did her best to get the respect of people because that reflected on her mum's reputation. That was always important to both Samantha, her mum, and to Martika herself. You can't buy that. It lasts a long time. People remember."
"If you want to be an established hooker, like Martika...like Samantha....then there's do's and don'ts. The main thing is consistency...being the best you can....this doesn't show consistency."
"So, I'd recommend to store this in your brain for next time you're thinking of cutting corners. Remember what happened to you when you did it....remember the repercussions from Martika....and remember the disappointment that she had for you. Remember it so you won't do it again. Ok?"
"Gotcha, boo.."
It was a horrible 2 weeks. Not just with pain - they say that bones start to knit together AFTER 7-10 days - but also because of my shaking. I was, in effect, detoxing from the alcohol. Throughout the last year I had drank, or been made to drink, around a litre of Vodka a day. Now? On nothing? It's been a hell of a come down. Shocking too.
After my two weeks are up, then as bad luck follows, I would have to start my period, wouldn't I? For fuck's sake! I feel that Martika is very upset about this. But it's my body's cycle. I can't help it.
I am starving though. Literally. Martika has cut down on the food that I eat just because I am not earning. Soon as my period finishes, you bet that this bitch was getting her shit together to look the best she could, pull punters as best she could - my ribs were still painful, but at least I could kind of move about. Hard to get up from lying down, so if I was banging punters in cars, I would make sure I was on top.
I missed the fucking. I'd been conditioned over the last year to think it was just nothing...but...it was something. Something special? No...something that I needed? Yes. Not just from making coin for my owner, but also that constant state of almost arousal - to fully aroused - when someone is fucking you.
All told, I'm injecting H for 6 weeks, a couple of times a day. My arms are scarred from the injections, but I don't give a fuck. It's helping the pain...making it easier to move...making it easier to work.
I still phone my folks, weekly, and I'm sure that I sound pretty stoned when I do so. I, obviously, say that I'm ok and that work is going good, down London - I am soooo far away from London, boo - and I'm having time out with friends.
Yeah, they're lovely...yeah, they do go to church - Martika does go to church every Sunday, and drags me with her, so at least I'm not lying about that part - and all is well. No...not sure when I'll be able to visit, sorry.
Once I'm off and running - selling myself as I am clean and disease free - I'm back to the drink, the drugs and eating better., I feel much more better for it. It's tough work getting ready and shit...getting dressed and make up and all that bollocks...but I manage.
First night back out? I'm making good coin for my owner and I feel so very relieved and much more relaxed, settling back into the prostitute lifestyle.
Martika is happy too. Keeping an eye on me whilst she's working. Likewise Emma, her best mate. There's always snide comments of "You better be using rubbers, bitch.." and I have to show her.
End Of Part 22
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