April - From Teen To Street Hooker : Part 24
Chapter 8 - Left Out In The Cold
The universal hooker greeting of offering out cigarettes happens, and Jen lights Martika up. Jen is pointing to me. I can see Martika nod her head.
"Bitch, you're mine tonight..." replies Jennifer as she walks past me a few minutes later. She's got a wicked smile on her face.
I'm picked up again and driven to the hooker car park, again to be balled, and then back to my spot. Martika's just finished her punter. She nods at me, looks down the alleyway and so we head down, past Carla who is getting her arse burst open by her punter, down to the very end where Martika preps some coke and we do a couple of lines...each...
We're just tidying up when Carla's punter notices.
"Hey, can I have some of that?" he asks.
"Fuck off!" comes Martika's stern reply. I just look to the ground, shrug my shoulders. It's what I do.
I chat a little, throughout the night, with Carla and Jessica, respectively, just to pass the time. Between punters, y'know? Beats just walking up and down a 5 metre strip all evening. Less boring.
I chew my gum, blow bubbles and shit, y'know?
I pull some more punters. There's waves of no snowing and light snow.... occasional flourishes of heavy downfalls for 5 to 10 minutes at a time....It's cold, but not freezing.
I do enjoy the warmth of being inside....in a car....and getting fucked....better than shivering out there. Plus, I earn. I get money for my owner.
Whatever. I end the night, just before Carla, and hand our money over to Martika. She pays the other bitches...not me....I've done 13 punters, a few up my arse....a couple in my gob....but most in my vagina. I've earned better than the other bitches.
Fact.
As Martika is giving each of the girls their cut - Amber and Jennifer amongst them - they pocket their cash and Jen links arms with me. Amber lights us all up and we head to their house.
Jen kisses me, passionately, as Amber gets the drinks...once we're in their house. Pint of Vodka for me, Brandy for the ladies. They put the music on...quietly....I feel Amber's hand up my skirt as Jen helps to take my coat off...I feel her fingers in my vagina...coming, pardon the pun, from the back....
I turn around...I feel Jen's hand on my face...caressing...taking a gulp from her brandy...smiling...then leaning in to kiss me...passionately...tongues...dart into mouths..
Amber lets go....eases my skirt up...and lovely places me on the sofa.....Jen straddles me...on her knees and continues to kiss...when Amber is lapping at my now exposed vagina.
I still have my drink in my hand...Jen notices...grabs it...and delicately leans over to place both hers and mine on the table in front...and then continues to kiss and caress anew.
It seems like a lifetime....on the edge...in another world...sheer bliss....before they swap over and Jen is licking at my now very swollen cunt lips....I'm beyond moist, boo....and Amber is the most amazing kisser.
I get off, big style.....I hear myself humming...moaning...cumming...
Amber gets off me and sits by my side and Jen gets out from between my legs. She smiles.
She's quickly on her heels, getting the cocaine for us to 'party' with.
God, I love this shit.
Jen takes a couple of hits...likewise Amber...but I blast 2 lines per nostril. That's what me and Martika do.
Go big or go home? Fuck yeah, boo.
There's more drink....more drugs....making Jen cum...before the obligatory bang on the door from Martika and me coming to, in a 69, on top of Jen.... Amber stroking my head.
I get my shit on, come down the stairs and I'm greeted by Martika and the kids. It's been icy overnight and so walking back home, on those heels, is quite precarious.... but this bitch manages it.
As the kids play, there's the usual breakfast - pint of Vodka, toast, cocaine and coffee - before I get my shit together, going for a shower and getting dressed again.
I was tired, but all that coke gives me a new lease of life, boo.
So, doing shit around the house. Helping with Martika's new baby. Bite to eat for lunch. Afternoon, over to the chemists to buy my usual rubbers for work.
I don't give a shit these days. It is what it is. I'm desensitised by it all these days. People looking at me, sneering, treating me like shit. That doesn't even register. Now, if Martika looked down on me and treated me like shit then I'd be concerned. But, teenage girls, laughing? Oh, give me a fuckin' break! That doesn't ever concern me, boo.
I get my 2 packs of rubbers, proudly, at the till. Pay the boy and then head on back home, the obligatory cigarette lit as I do so.
Again, in my high heeled boots it's a bit of a thing, but I manage to get home ok. No falls.
I'm in and there's Martika's mum, Samantha, there having a coffee. She says hi and gives me a hug. She always gives me a hug. I like that.
Sammy Jo is over to spend some time with Suzanne, her newest grandchild. Suzanne is so named after Samantha's mum....Martika's grandmother....who was the 1st generation street hooker in the family. She got herself knocked up at 15, with Samantha, after being a streetwalker for just a matter of months.
Apparently, getting kicked out of the family home she resorted to prostitution to survive. Survive and thrive, so I hear. She thoroughly loved the drink and drug lifestyle that came with it, pointing Samantha into that line of work, initially, and then encouraging Martika to do the same.
Suzanne passed away some years ago, but she's held deeply in the hearts of both her daughter and her granddaughter.
That's cool.
Martika, as usual, reiterates the birth of the child...in comparison to that of Jasmin. I hear this a lot.
So, to tell the tale; Martika gave birth to her first born, Miya, after giving up hooking 2 weeks previous. Plenty of time to get her shit together, right? Right. But, Jasmin...Jas came early. Martika tells of going through her last few days of her final week, before her decision to take the last couple of weeks off, out on her beat, fucking punters.
She'd banged this punter in the back of his car...and then her fuckin' waters broke!
The driver, obviously, shit himself....as did Martika, with the head of the child getting very close to the opening. She composed herself enough to phone up Mark, who hightailed it up - complete with Miya - to get Martika in the back of his car and drive to the hospital.
Luckily, just in time. A healthy birth.
All before I got involved, obviously, but she told me about it....many times.
As usual, Sammy Jo is meticulously made up and presented.
Rings....pendants...a shitload of bangles clank whenever she moves her arms. The obligatory leather mini skirt....tight top...It's almost like I was created, by Martika, in her image.
She's sipping her coffee, just chatting about everyday stuff. She's very down to earth. Sometimes, with some subjects, she's hinting on books - she's very well read - and movies and health things.
I like her. My world, obviously, just consists of sex, drugs, alcohol, clothes and jewellery...and then kids stuff. My owner says that is all I need to know about. She makes me watch porn too, when I'm flyin' the red flag.
"This is you. This is your life, bitch. Breathe it in. That's the only shit you need to know about. What's happenin' in the world means fuck all to you. You need to be that narrow minded. You have no opinions on anything. What I think is what you think. Got it?"
"Sure boo. I get it..." I'd always answer.
End Of Part 24
The universal hooker greeting of offering out cigarettes happens, and Jen lights Martika up. Jen is pointing to me. I can see Martika nod her head.
"Bitch, you're mine tonight..." replies Jennifer as she walks past me a few minutes later. She's got a wicked smile on her face.
I'm picked up again and driven to the hooker car park, again to be balled, and then back to my spot. Martika's just finished her punter. She nods at me, looks down the alleyway and so we head down, past Carla who is getting her arse burst open by her punter, down to the very end where Martika preps some coke and we do a couple of lines...each...
We're just tidying up when Carla's punter notices.
"Hey, can I have some of that?" he asks.
"Fuck off!" comes Martika's stern reply. I just look to the ground, shrug my shoulders. It's what I do.
I chat a little, throughout the night, with Carla and Jessica, respectively, just to pass the time. Between punters, y'know? Beats just walking up and down a 5 metre strip all evening. Less boring.
I chew my gum, blow bubbles and shit, y'know?
I pull some more punters. There's waves of no snowing and light snow.... occasional flourishes of heavy downfalls for 5 to 10 minutes at a time....It's cold, but not freezing.
I do enjoy the warmth of being inside....in a car....and getting fucked....better than shivering out there. Plus, I earn. I get money for my owner.
Whatever. I end the night, just before Carla, and hand our money over to Martika. She pays the other bitches...not me....I've done 13 punters, a few up my arse....a couple in my gob....but most in my vagina. I've earned better than the other bitches.
Fact.
As Martika is giving each of the girls their cut - Amber and Jennifer amongst them - they pocket their cash and Jen links arms with me. Amber lights us all up and we head to their house.
Jen kisses me, passionately, as Amber gets the drinks...once we're in their house. Pint of Vodka for me, Brandy for the ladies. They put the music on...quietly....I feel Amber's hand up my skirt as Jen helps to take my coat off...I feel her fingers in my vagina...coming, pardon the pun, from the back....
I turn around...I feel Jen's hand on my face...caressing...taking a gulp from her brandy...smiling...then leaning in to kiss me...passionately...tongues...dart into mouths..
Amber lets go....eases my skirt up...and lovely places me on the sofa.....Jen straddles me...on her knees and continues to kiss...when Amber is lapping at my now exposed vagina.
I still have my drink in my hand...Jen notices...grabs it...and delicately leans over to place both hers and mine on the table in front...and then continues to kiss and caress anew.
It seems like a lifetime....on the edge...in another world...sheer bliss....before they swap over and Jen is licking at my now very swollen cunt lips....I'm beyond moist, boo....and Amber is the most amazing kisser.
I get off, big style.....I hear myself humming...moaning...cumming...
Amber gets off me and sits by my side and Jen gets out from between my legs. She smiles.
She's quickly on her heels, getting the cocaine for us to 'party' with.
God, I love this shit.
Jen takes a couple of hits...likewise Amber...but I blast 2 lines per nostril. That's what me and Martika do.
Go big or go home? Fuck yeah, boo.
There's more drink....more drugs....making Jen cum...before the obligatory bang on the door from Martika and me coming to, in a 69, on top of Jen.... Amber stroking my head.
I get my shit on, come down the stairs and I'm greeted by Martika and the kids. It's been icy overnight and so walking back home, on those heels, is quite precarious.... but this bitch manages it.
As the kids play, there's the usual breakfast - pint of Vodka, toast, cocaine and coffee - before I get my shit together, going for a shower and getting dressed again.
I was tired, but all that coke gives me a new lease of life, boo.
So, doing shit around the house. Helping with Martika's new baby. Bite to eat for lunch. Afternoon, over to the chemists to buy my usual rubbers for work.
I don't give a shit these days. It is what it is. I'm desensitised by it all these days. People looking at me, sneering, treating me like shit. That doesn't even register. Now, if Martika looked down on me and treated me like shit then I'd be concerned. But, teenage girls, laughing? Oh, give me a fuckin' break! That doesn't ever concern me, boo.
I get my 2 packs of rubbers, proudly, at the till. Pay the boy and then head on back home, the obligatory cigarette lit as I do so.
Again, in my high heeled boots it's a bit of a thing, but I manage to get home ok. No falls.
I'm in and there's Martika's mum, Samantha, there having a coffee. She says hi and gives me a hug. She always gives me a hug. I like that.
Sammy Jo is over to spend some time with Suzanne, her newest grandchild. Suzanne is so named after Samantha's mum....Martika's grandmother....who was the 1st generation street hooker in the family. She got herself knocked up at 15, with Samantha, after being a streetwalker for just a matter of months.
Apparently, getting kicked out of the family home she resorted to prostitution to survive. Survive and thrive, so I hear. She thoroughly loved the drink and drug lifestyle that came with it, pointing Samantha into that line of work, initially, and then encouraging Martika to do the same.
Suzanne passed away some years ago, but she's held deeply in the hearts of both her daughter and her granddaughter.
That's cool.
Martika, as usual, reiterates the birth of the child...in comparison to that of Jasmin. I hear this a lot.
So, to tell the tale; Martika gave birth to her first born, Miya, after giving up hooking 2 weeks previous. Plenty of time to get her shit together, right? Right. But, Jasmin...Jas came early. Martika tells of going through her last few days of her final week, before her decision to take the last couple of weeks off, out on her beat, fucking punters.
She'd banged this punter in the back of his car...and then her fuckin' waters broke!
The driver, obviously, shit himself....as did Martika, with the head of the child getting very close to the opening. She composed herself enough to phone up Mark, who hightailed it up - complete with Miya - to get Martika in the back of his car and drive to the hospital.
Luckily, just in time. A healthy birth.
All before I got involved, obviously, but she told me about it....many times.
As usual, Sammy Jo is meticulously made up and presented.
Rings....pendants...a shitload of bangles clank whenever she moves her arms. The obligatory leather mini skirt....tight top...It's almost like I was created, by Martika, in her image.
She's sipping her coffee, just chatting about everyday stuff. She's very down to earth. Sometimes, with some subjects, she's hinting on books - she's very well read - and movies and health things.
I like her. My world, obviously, just consists of sex, drugs, alcohol, clothes and jewellery...and then kids stuff. My owner says that is all I need to know about. She makes me watch porn too, when I'm flyin' the red flag.
"This is you. This is your life, bitch. Breathe it in. That's the only shit you need to know about. What's happenin' in the world means fuck all to you. You need to be that narrow minded. You have no opinions on anything. What I think is what you think. Got it?"
"Sure boo. I get it..." I'd always answer.
End Of Part 24
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