Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2011 18:53:28 -0500 (EST)
From: just4kicks4213@aol.com
Subject: Sex Laws- Chapter 1

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suggestions.

This story is inspired by a true story.


Chapter 1: Tea and Sympathy


Tonight was a slow night. I hate slow nights, I barely make any money on
nights like this. Maybe I should just call it a night. I don't really feel
like playing this game that is my profession. Always having to please the
customer, do what they want you to do and also act like you enjoy it. I've
been doing this for three years and I'm really getting tired of it. I just
don't know what else I could do and I have to make a living somehow. If no
one comes in the next minute then I'm gone.

Right as I was thinking that a car pulled up. I didn't have to look at it
twice, I quickly pushed myself from off the wall and headed over to the
window of the car. I said my usual routine. I say stuff like, 'how're you
doing' or 'you looking for anything in particular' and other casual shit
like that. I do that as a pro cautionary, to make sure the person's not a
cop. The guy seemed interested so I hopped in the car and he started
driving. As I settled into the seat I quickly surveyed the guy. He was
younger than the usual age of my "customers". He seemed to be in his late
twenties. He had neatly trimmed brown hair, a good looking face and a lean
body. Over all he was a handsome man, I wonder why he had to pay to get
sex. However the guy seems a bit nervous like he's never done this before,
maybe he is a cop. I'm usually good at judging who the under cover cops
are. Though this time I wasn't really paying attention to the signs of a
cop being around.

"I'm Lemmy," I said, hoping to get a response from the driver.

He seemed startled by my voice and then replied, "Oh, I'm Eric."

I wonder if that's his real name. I'm pretty sure it is, he seems too
flustered to think up a fake name. Usually my "customers" don't give me
their real names. I mean some of them might, but I can just tell when
someone makes up their name because they don't want me to know it. Because
they don't want anyone to know that they hired a hustler.

"Do you want to come in?" Eric asked nervously.

I looked over at him confused, he caught my look and pointed to the side to
indicate for my to look out the window. I looked out the window next to me
and saw a nice looking town house.

"Is this your house?" I asked baffled. That might sound like a dumb
question but most times I'm taken to a hotel or the person drives around,
parks somewhere and we do it in the car.

"Yeah, it's my house. Why?"

"Uh...no reason." this just made me a bit more suspicious.

"Okay," he got out of the car and started walking to the door so I followed
suit and started walking up to the door as well.

He unlocked the door went inside. I looked around first before I walked in
as well. I always do that whenever I'm "pulling a trick". I guess I do it
so that I can get my surroundings just in case I have to find my way back
home or if I have to find the best way to escape. God, the things I do to
survive.

I looked around and saw that he had a pretty nice place, nicely
decorated. But not the kind of nicely decorated which indicates that a
women lives there. So he's a bachelor, I'm pretty sure of that.

"You can sit on the couch." He gestured.

Just as I was about to sit down a big dog comes running up to me. It was a
chocolate labrador. I was startled because the dog was rubbing up on me but
then I started petting it's head.

"Oh that's my dog Scout, he's very hyper. I'll just get him out of
here. You can get comfortable." then Eric walked off leading Scout out of
the room.

I didn't know what to think at this point. By comfortable did he mean naked
or did he just mean sit down. What's wrong with me, I'm usually so much
better at reading people. This is just an off day for me.

In the end I chose to sit down on the couch. He soon entered the room again
and sat down beside me. I readied myself immediately and got into my
"hustler mode". I scooted closer to him and had a suggestive expression on
my face.

I asked, "So, what are looking for tonight." I said softly.

"Actually would it be okay if we just talked for awhile?" He questioned
while fidgeting.

Oh great, my one trick of the night and he's a talker. I can't afford to
have some lonely guy just wanting to talk and not pay.

I think he was reading my expression because he backed that up with, "I'll
still pay don't worry."

"Um, okay what do you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to know how you got into this." he said sincerely.

"Got into what?" I asked sharply. I knew what he was talking about but for
some reason I felt I had to be defiant. After all it's a touchy subject for
me.

"You know...the uh..." he faded off.

"You mean how I become a hustler or a streetwalker. Which ever term you
prefer." I said bitterly.

"Yeah, but if it's too personal then -"

I cut him off, "No it's fine." At this point I was so exhausted from the
tolls of my life. So it all just came out in one long, horrible
confession. "I ran away from home when I was 16. When I first left I
instantly got work at some fast food place. I only had that job for a
little while before it went bad. See, the manager of the place was a real
pervert and he was always making sexual advances to me. At first I ignored
it but soon it became out of control. The guy, Steve was his name, he
groped my ass and by then I was fed up. So I took the spatula that we used
to flip the burgers, I took it off of the hot grill and smacked him in the
face with it. I was immediately fired of course and Steve pressed
charges. The charges were dropped not too long after. Either way after that
incident I couldn't get a job because they knew why I got fired from my old
job. I knew that I had to find work or else. Then I remembered this guy
that I had met when I first got on the streets. He was a hustler and he
told me that if I ever needed work that I could hustle and make good
money. I considered and soon realized that was basically my only
option. I've been doing it for three years now." I looked over at him and
he looked stunned. Probably because I have him more information than he
asked for. "But that's more than you needed to know." I said sheepishly.

For some reason I felt comfortable with him. I felt like I could tell him
all my dark secrets or something like that. I probably shouldn't be so
trusting of a "customer".

"Why did you run away from home in the first place? If you don't mind me
asking." he replied timidly.

He's so polite and shy and kind of cute. Should I tell him why I ran away?
I've only told one other person why I ran away. My mom doesn't even know
why. Sure why not tell him. What do I got to lose anyway?

"This quite a dark story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" I was still
quite skeptical.

"Yes I'm interested in hearing it."

"Well let me first explain that I lived with a single mom who was busy a
lot of the time. So this wasn't her fault she didn't know anything was
going on. Things started to turn bad when I was 14. See, around this time
my mom had to get a second job because we were running low on money so she
was more busy than ever. I could tell she was feeling guilty by the fact
that she couldn't spend much time with me. I think she thought I needed to
have a "male role model" since my dad wasn't around. Well we had this
neighbor, Mr. Hansen and he seemed like a nice guy. He was 40 something and
he lived alone, which was a bit strange but who's to judge. Anyway, he was
very friendly towards my mom and he offered to watch me on the days when
she was working late. She happily agreed thinking that it would be nice for
me to have some company. So he stayed over at our house sometimes and was
very friendly to me. Then one day when Mr. Hansen and I were alone in the
house he started touching me in inappropriate places."

I stopped for a second to compose myself. It still hurts talking about it.

"I didn't know what to do. I thought it was somehow my fault and I was too
ashamed to tell my mom. So I let it continue until one day it escalated to
him performing oral sex on him and telling me I had to do the same to
him. Then when I turned 15 he raped me or the first time. You know, up the
butt sort of thing. That went on until I was 16 and I couldn't take it
anymore. So one day I just decided to pack up and leave. I left a note to
my mom saying it wasn't her fault but I had to leave. I haven't seen her
since then."

I looked up at him and he looked horrified. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you
with my story. You asked and I just needed to get that off my chest." I
said meekly.

"No it's fine, that's just terrifying to think that at such a young age you
had to go through all that. Did your mom ever try to find you?"

"I don't know. If she did try she didn't succeed because I still haven't
seen her and I'm not sure if I want to. I don't want her to know what I've
been doing for the past three years. I don't want her to see me like this."

"You know what Mr. Hansen did was illegal. He could be considered a
pedophile and a sex offender. You should report him so that he can't take
advantage of other children. You can't let this guy get away with this."
Eric stated.

"That's not gonna happen. I don't have to report this guy because he's no
longer my concern. I'm a prostitute for fuck's sake, I'm not the most
morally conscience person you've come across. Also you shouldn't be talking
about what's illegal. If you haven't noticed you're paying for sex. That's
not legal, so how about you step down from your soapbox." I didn't mean to
go off it just irritated me that this guy was telling me what I should
do. He's not a fucking saint either.

He looked at me like he was guilty. I just thought that when I brought up
the whole sex for money thing it made him feel ashamed.

"Actually I have a confession myself." he said quietly.

"What is it." matching his quiet tone.

"I'm not going to pay you for sex. I am a police officer and my superior
had assigned me the 'under cover' job. I was supposed to go to the street
corners where most of the hookers frequent and wait for one to
approach. Because recently there has been an over population of
prostitutes. So what I was assigned to do was wait there until one of you
came up and then make it known that I was a cop and arrest the
person. However I hesitated and got real nervous and then before I knew it
I had driven all the way to my house. I was going to reveal myself then I
chickened out again. Before I knew it I was inviting you in. Then I was
curious and wanted to simply know why you would do this. Then you told me
your sad story and I felt I really couldn't arrest you and cause more
trouble in your life." Eric confessed hastily.

I just sat there stunned at what he'd just told me. I knew there was
something different about this guy. I should have never got in the car with
him. I shouldn't have just walked away when I had the chance. Great now
he's going to arrest me and then... wait. Did he just say he wasn't going
to arrest me?

I looked over at him with my eyebrow cocked up. So he wants my services
after all? If that's what it will cost me to stay out of jail. I've done
worse things.

"So you're not going to arrest me." I said slyly.

"No I'm not." Eric said curtly.

"So what do you want in return? Let me guess a blow job. I'm really good at
those. That's what my customers tell -"

He cut me off, "No I don't want your... services. I won't arrest you, but
only if you stop hustling."

I looked at him like he grew a second head. "You're funny, but seriously
what do you want in return."

"I am serious if you don't stop hustling then I will arrest you. I should
really be arresting you right now but I'm not. And don't just think that if
you leave here you'll say you will stop but then you go right back and do
it. I'll be going around that street where you sell yourself and I will
make sure you don't do anything. It's part of my job. After hearing your
story I can't in all good conscience let you go back to that
environment. That's why I'm also willing to let you stay here in my guest
room."

"You have got to be kidding. I don't even know you and you're telling me to
quit hustling which is my only source of income and you want me to move in
with you." I couldn't believe this jack ass.

"Fine you don't have to move in here but I just suggested that because I
thought you might need a safe place to stay until you find a new job. But
you do have to stop hustling." Eric said finally and then walked out of the
room and into the kitchen.

I thought about it for a second and isn't this what I wanted. I was just
wishing to myself that their was some way out of this life and I'm being
given that opportunity, in the weirdest of ways. Why not stay here it's a
nice place, beats the place I'm living at. A cramped one room apartment
that I had to share with two other guys. Okay, I think I've decided.

I walked over into the kitchen area and stood closely next to him and
whispered, "I'll stay here if you'll still let me." then I fluttered my
eyelashes. I guess old habits die hard.

He turned his head to look at me and said, "Of course Lemmy."

I can't believe he remembered my name. I told him way before and I didn't
even think he was listening. Most of my "customers" don't even bother to
remember my name usually it's just 'boy'.

I blushed a bit, tucked my hair behind me ear and looked up at him
casually. "You know I have to get my stuff from my place and say bye to my
roommates. Can you drive me?"

"Yeah, sure. Oh and one more thing. While you're staying here no one can
know that you were a hustler. For now we'll just pretend that you're my
cousin and you came to stay for awhile."

"That's fine, I'm good at faking it." I said with a smirk.

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I had Eric wait outside while I went in to the broken down place to get my
stuff. It didn't take very long to pack up all my stuff cause I didn't
really have much. The part that took the longest was saying bye to my
roommates Jake and Beau. They're also my closest friends and they're also
hustler. They're both so lovely inside and out. I adore them. Jake has
beautiful long hair that goes down to his shoulders, a big perfect smile
and sparkling blue eyes. And Beau has smooth chocolate skin, a cute face
and an outrageous personality. I explained to them the whole situation and
how I'm trying to find a better life and take this good opportunity.

"You go right on girl, with your sugar daddy. More power to you, I've been
trying to find one to take care of me." Beau said and then hugged me.

"It's not like that he's not my sugar daddy, but thanks for understanding."
I replied.

"I don't blame you, if I could get out of this hell hole I would." Jake
commented.

I walked over to him, stood right in front of him and then kissed him
gently on the lips. We're very close, we're not lovers but just really
close. He understood why I did that. "I'll visit you all the time. I'm not
abandoning you guys, I just need to get away from this business. And I know
you'll find you're way out." then I hugged him.

He simply said, "I'll miss you."


After that I left with a wave, got into Eric's car and we went back to his
house. When we got there he showed me to the guest room. It was a nice size
with a bed, desk, chair. You know standard room stuff. Either way I loved
it and instantly settled into my new bed, in my new room, in my new home.


To Be Continued...