Hello, I’m Josie. I’m nineteen. I live in a big city, go to a big school, and have a big mouth that sometimes gets me into big trouble. Oh, and I have sex for money.
I can count on one, freshly-manicured hand the people that know. Well, okay. Define “know”. No one knows the whole truth. Even if you are bound to someone by flesh and blood, they can never know the whole truth. Their outlook on you changes. Sex changes people, even though they aren’t the ones having it.
I guess my best friend Pam (name changed for anonymity) knows most of it. She figured I lied when I said I cleaned houses, so I told her that sometimes I would post ads on Craiglist and send naked pictures of myself via my cell phone and a nice lump of cash.
I need money. Money money money. It’s kind of an obsession. I’m greedy, and the small amount of money from daddy and mama weren’t cutting it - sorry. Besides, I fucking hate ramen noodles. They taste like shit sprinkled with shit with a side of fucking shit. No more, please. I’m quite full.
So I decided to make a career. One that made me into a man’s fantasy. Twenty dollars for a hand job, 50 dollars for a blow job, and 100 for sex (no matter what it is, if I am touching someone, there ARE wearing a condom. It sounds silly, but I am not risking my pussy to STD’s). Easy, cheap, affordable. Then I noticed… People will pay much more for a simple oral. If you fuck them, they will come. Oh, how punny I am!
So there it is. I went from counting on one hand on how many people “know”, and now everyone who will read this will know. I am writing this in a blog for myself. Maybe if I write my experiences, something extraordinary will happen. Fuck, I don’t know. So here we go, my stories.