The Whore-path


I have asked my sister to write a few things for my blog when she has time, but she's always so busy, and unlike me, she hates to write. Since she reads my blog, this post is for her....

I was mentioning to a friend how I could have gone down a different path in life, one that my sister started on when she was in nursing school. After my mom divorced our dad and then our step-dad, life was not easy for us. My sister got a nursing school free ride (due to the nursing shortage). She was tired of being poor, and she was graced with being pretty and manipulative. My sister saw a way to make money, have nice clothes, jewelry, nice apartment, nice car and that was to sell access to her body for money.

In Miami area, there isn't a shortage of men willing to pay to fuck pretty young things, to make private arrangements. My sister attracted two sugar daddies and it was obvious to my mother what she was doing. My mother was distressed, would cry about it, I know how she got that BMW, didn't want my Nana to see any evidence of my sister's new lifestyle, because she claimed Nana would have a heart attack if she did. But right about this time, my sister was working in fatfuck's office part-time for the summer. Fatfuck loved to yell and exert a dictatorial control over his office staff. One time fatfuck called the office and began yelling at my sister on the phone and my sister yelled back. She didn't care if she got fired, she was only doing the job for her resume, it wasn't her source of income. Fatfuck changed his tune with her and even told her he liked how she yelled at him. She said he dropped some other hints, and they went out for drinks and then he got a hotel room, where she yelled at him, spanked him, kicked his balls and other assorted kinkiness for $$$. It was shortly thereafter, she dropped the sugar daddies and began domming fatfuck on a regular basis.

She told my mother she had given up X and Y (both married I might add) so my mother was quite relieved, but wasn't sure how my sister was going to keep up her high rent, her beemer lease etc., when she explained to my mother she now had a slave. (And she had another slave too, for a while.) This was an alien concept to my mother, and it still is. My mother can't understand how men will pay for such services. My mother is amused by the loser toad, but she still can't believe the seven thousand dollar bump-up that toad put toward my tuition. And that we haven't had sex! Well not the traditional sex at least, although I've told toad that letting him masturbate in the same room as me, is sex ;-)

So I want to thank you, my sister, for going down the whore-path so I didn't have to, for giving me a 'starter' slave, for being a bossy bitch, so I could learn that it is better to be a bitch. You get more. And more is better than less.