A Hard Life  

rm_Gentle12553 66M
806 posts
8/6/2006 1:10 pm

Last Read:
8/16/2006 11:26 am

A Hard Life


He stood, pulling up his shorts and trousers, zipping the fly. “Damn, for a junkie you sure give head.” Slapping the side of her head a little harder than necessary. “You have to be the best whore I have working.”

Walking over toward his desk, while she was still on my knees in front of the big leather chair with the taste of his cum in her mouth, a tad dribbling down her chin. “Here, this should hold you for the rest of the week!” he smirked tossing towards her six “dime bags” he had taken from a bottom desk drawer.

She stood, adjusted my mini skirt, buttoned her blouse, and picked up the week's supply of heroin and carefully placed it in the inner zippered compartment of her shoulder bag. She could feel the need for a noon fix coming on, and she wanted quickly to get away from this bastard. She hated shooting up in front of this slimy prick. For what he has made her, at times she felt that she should kill him. She finished straightening her blouse, adjusting it carefully over her ample breasts, and looked down to see if there was a run in her panty hose.

“I am going to need you again Thursday night,” he said smiling, sitting behind his large desk and lighting a cigar. “I have two Oriental businessmen coming into town for a meeting and they would love to spend the evening with a gorgeous white girl like you. I want you to show them a good time, and do anything they want!”

“What time?” She asked.

“Be available around 5:30 or 6, I will call your cell with the details of where to meet them,” he answered. “And sweetie, I want you wearing something very short and nude panty hose…also a pair of those sexy four inch heels of yours. It would also be nice if you were showing those 36D tits of yours also. These guys are from the Japan and need to spend some quality pleasure time with you.”

“Am I getting paid for this trip, or will you give me more smack?” thinking she could use some cash for essentials.

“I am sure the boys will tip you for any “special favors.” He smiled blowing a huge smoke cloud in her direction. "And I should be ready for another of your great blow jobs about Saturday around noon, just about the time you need the next fix?


phoenix639 49F

8/6/2006 1:32 pm

Oooh sorry hun but i dont like this.

At first i thought it may be a joke....but if it is i dont get it.


rm_Gentle12553 66M
1378 posts
8/6/2006 6:07 pm

    Quoting phoenix639:
    Oooh sorry hun but i dont like this.

    At first i thought it may be a joke....but if it is i dont get it.
No Joke, a real life story that I wrote after interviewing a woman about two months ago....it is her life....her story... very sad....what a life


phoenix639 49F

8/7/2006 12:49 am

Ahhh, you should really of mentioned that at the beginning.

The way youve written it you see is like an attempt at a porn story.

It puts a whole new perspective on it when you know its actually a true story.

Unfortuantely these things happen though. Especially for prostitutes hooked on drugs.


Become a member to create a blog