Up, and Down like A Whore’s Drawers…. Anastasia Steele

So I just had to get a little life stuff out about my family, and myself. I am the most normal girl you’d ever meet. Aside from my job, you’d have no clue what I did for work just by looking at me. I attend school PTA meetings. I am an active Mother, Wife, and person in society. Well, as active as I can be with a job like this. 😉 I love to ski, play tennis, and do just about anything that is good, clean, wholesome fun! I think that because I live a life enveloped within the sex industry that I like to keep all other aspects of my life as, “SAFE” as possible! A prudish lifestyle. My 6 and 7 year old kids do not know what the, “middle finger” is. I pride myself on those little things!

But you aren’t reading my blog to hear about the same things that happen in your own life, with your own kids. You are here to witness my red light life retold by my fingertips to an iPad through WordPress…… Synopsis of this weeks events…..I’ll spare ya the normies, (normal clients) and give ya the weirder stories.

So it all started with a hungover regular client Monday at 11am. I’ve seen him about 20 times, but never hungover as he put it. Now yes I do have over 3 years sober, but him being hungover had me concerned none! So after he arrived, he very quickly asked me, “Have you ever smoked Crack……Meth?” I quickly responded with a horrified look on my face, “No I’ve never smoked Meth, the only deterrent I ever needed to not smoke Meth, was to look at a picture of a Meth User. I unfortunately have smoked crack. Now this was over 10 years ago, but, yes, I have.” Not realizing I should have quickly followed that up with, I WILL NEVER SMOKE IT AGAIN, AMD I HATE IT. But I didn’t. So he asked the obvious, “I’m looking for a girl to party with.” I shut him down. Told him what to say to girls to see if they do drugs. Apparently the term is “party favors.” Well, he about jumped for joy…..as much as one “hungover” son of a bitch could. I gave him all the horror stories I could, warned him that it would NEVER lead to anything fun, or positive. But my job was done. He wanted to talk for 25 minutes. Thanks 😉 I could do that all day and still have a piece of soul, dignity, and possibly see a person in the mirror? Oh how a girl can wish…. “Up and Down, like a whores drawers” Anastasia Steele Fifty Shades of Grey

Something recent & interesting…..Some Bizarre terms too!!!

So I have moved, and no longer work in the Baltimore County area. Where I work now is relevant, but I don’t want it disclosed. So I went from high paying clients, to these cheapos who want to nickel and dime me to death. Is that the worse? Fuck no! The worse for me is being ripped off, and completely grossed out. Now I RARELY get ripped off, (knock on wood,) but I deal with smelly, fat, dirty men all day long. Not to mention these are the lowest forms of people in the world. Cheaters, liars, and most leading second lives. Who am I to judge? I am their provider! A Hooker Psychologist! A lowlife to them, and society as well.BIZARRE TERMS AS PROMISED

PEGGING- doing a guy in the ass with a dildo…EWWWWWW

ROOM & BOARD- throwing up on a guy, or simulating it….What the fuck??

GFE- Girl friend experience

PSE- Porn Star experience

TOUR- Client wants to search your place. Which is fine! Men beware if a girl won’t allow TOUR

L.E – Law Enforcement Check

It All Started Innocently Enough

It started innocently enough….I was 16, my mother was 36, and she was/still is a “Massage Girl.” As stated earlier she is an RN also, but still works in the sex industry because it is more lucrative then nursing. Mom was away shopping, or doing something else, it was before the days of cell phones, and the home phone rang. I was alone, knew I had several hours alone, was broke, and 16. Little did I know that decision I was about to make would change my life FOREVER.

A fat, middle aged man, with a receding hairline knocked at the apartment door. For whatever reason I was not nervous, in fact I was FEARLESS. Much to the contrary when I see a new client these days at age 32. I had a fold out mat laid out on my Mothers living room floor, and began to undress. I left my bra and panties on, and the man got completely naked. Still unnerved, I began to do what my Mother had explained to me in detail she did. He wanted a half hour, and that was 80.00 those days.

I told him to lay on his stomach so I could give him a full body massage. After about 10 minutes he flipped over and wanted me to stroke his stubby dick, that reeked of sweat, and other indescribable foul odors. I could smell his nasty balls from at least 3 feet away. It took everything I had to not gag as I began to touch him in his gross area. I wished more than anything I could have had rubber gloves. I’ve heard of other girls doing that before, but I felt it would REALLY take away from the mood. No matter how completely disgusted I am, I have to pretend that I’m enjoying it. I have to swallow the throw up that is building in the back of my throat.

So finally the moment of truth arrives. He came. GROSS ME OUT THE FUCKING DOOR. Ewwwww, the smell of cum. Old man cum….Yellow, Thick, and almost looking diseased? Well my job here is done. At 16 I wasn’t proud of myself, but for the first time ever I made 80 bucks in 20 minutes. Oh boy, no more cleaning cum, and sweat out of tanning beds for 6.00 an hour before taxes. No more being treated like a piece of shit, and under tipped as a waitress by MOST customers. No more scrubbing caked food out of Golden Corrals carpets.

Would this be my new life? What is Mom going to say? What if Dad finds out?
I’ll let you know………keep reading my blog 😉

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