Adventures of a Hollywood Hooker
I work in Los Angeles. I never really had a mind for school and lacked the ambition to do manual work. But, in high school, I had a reputation for being the best fucker in the whole school. Girl or guy, it didn’t matter to me, as long as they were hot and willing to screw. So, as I grew up and the adults in my life asked me what I wanted to do, I decided that I would strip for a living. But I couldn’t tell them that. So, under the guise of being an actor in Hollywood, I left to become a stripper.
Two months later, I was unhappy. My career was not as fun as I thought, but there was no way to turn back now. I was leaving the club one night when I struck up a conversation with one of the other strippers. He told me bout this business he knew called Hollywood Hotties that provided a male sex partner for a rich man. He told me about the pay, which was much better than what I was making now, and invited me to join the group. I accepted, and he told me I would get a call when my time had come to work. I would be waiting, anxiously for the call.
About a week later, I got the call. I was to go to a local motel and enter room eight. I did as I was told, and walked into complete darkness. I could make out the silhouette of a naked man on the bed. I closed the door and he turned the light on. What I saw took my breath away.
