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By Kate (address anonymous)

You might remember my story that was aired on 20/20 last fall. You know the segment on college girls who did some hooking on the side during summer break to make ends meet. I was the tall blonde one they called Shawna. The story they told was all hype and sound bites, so I decided to tell my story exactly how it really happened. It's true and I have absolutely no regrets.

I was a sophomore in college, 19 years old and terribly broke. My parents thought college was a waste of time, not worth helping me out financially with and my grades weren't high enough to get a full scholarship. I worked during the school year as a cocktail waitress at a local dive bar. Smoky, with rude male clientele, lousy wages and crappy tips, I despised my job. Paying the rent every month was a struggle and I dreaded tuition time.
The week of finals I decided to try to find a lucrative summer job, hopefully earning enough money to return to college the next quarter. I sent in applications to practically every employment ad in the local paper as well as some out of state opportunities. No reply, I just wasn't qualified to do anything other than wait tables and serve drinks; I didn't even type well enough to be a secretary!
After my last final, I headed off the college campus and straight to the dank den that was my workplace. I shuffled about from table to table, distracted by gloomy thoughts of my future. One booth was filled with five really rough old boys. Grizzled and already drunk (at 4pm) they were obviously dock workers. I grimaced at the slaps on my ass and off color remarks as I brought them round after round of Budweiser. They were laughing uproariously at one of the men's stories about his recent trip to a Nevada whorehouses.
My ears perked up when he complained about the sky-high rate that hookers were charging. "Why those nasty two bit whores get ya for $250 just ta suck ya off!" he exclaimed as the other men nudged and grinned at each other. "Another god dammed $500 for some pussy!"
I wandered away from the booth, the numbers $250 and $500 echoing in my head. I barely made $200 a week, working full time in this dive! The bar filled up with the after work rush and I forgot the conversation as I rushed about the stinky place.
Back home that evening I was brushing my hair out in front of the mirror when I remembered the dock workers conversation. $500? It sounded like so much money! I dropped my towel and looked critically at my young body. I did have pretty big breasts, almost a full D cup and I kept trim with lots of hours in the school gym.
I wondered if men would really pay $500 to have sex with me. I realized with horror that I was actually considering it! What a totally insane idea, I mean I was going to college to be a journalist and here I was thinking about taking a summer job as a whore!
Still, as crazy as it sounded the idea kept bouncing around in my mind. I had no luck finding a job the next week and that left me with only one month, three weeks before my $3500 tuition was due.
I curled up in bed late at night, depressed, expecting that my parents were right. Might as well get married and have a bunch of screaming brats, just like my mom.
My brain rebelled at the idea! Once again the whole hooker idea surfaced. I reached tentatively down between my legs and touched my pussy. I had only had sex with two men before in my life.
One in high school, a football player who had hurt me terribly as he took me in the back seat of his car. I was a scared virgin and just lay there, my legs propped up over the front seat while he pulled my panties aside, shoved a finger in my dry pussy and then spreading it, forced his dick into me. I remember crying as he grunted and thrust in me. It really hurt and I waited another two years before I let anyone else try it again.
The second attempt was with a college English professor that I had a mad crush on. He courted me and eventually convinced me to meet him at a hotel. He was gentle and spent a lot of time kissing and fingering my pussy. It felt so good that I let him climb on top of me. I was wet and he thoughtfully spread lots of lube on the condom so when his dick slide inside me, I felt almost no pain. We had several sexual trysts before I discovered he was a married man with kids barely younger than I was! Since then I had been on lots of dates but never let any of the guys get what they wanted.
My fingers rubbed gently at my moist pussy lips. I slipped one finger inside. I was so tight that I couldn't imagine letting lots of different men put their dicks in me. But I really, really, really needed that money. I decided to call one of the whorehouses in the morning, just to check it out. With that final though I fell asleep.
The next day I must have picked up the phone and slammed it back down a thousand times before I actually had the courage to place a call to a real Nevada whorehouse. I found a listing for them in the yellow pages, a big bold ad proclaiming that they were the "Best in the West!"
One ring and a women's voice answered "Good afternoon, this is Western Paradise Ranch, how may I help you?"
I sat paralyzed for a few seconds and then practically whispered "uh, I'm interested in employment..."
"What type of employment?" she asked in a snooty tone. I lost my nerve and hung up. After downing a coke, I returned to the yellow pages and scanned the adult entertainment section. A small, humble ad caught my eye, "Good service and reasonable rates. Cowboys welcome. The Gold Mine," it proclaimed. I took a deep steadying breath and dialed the phone number.
"Yello, Gold Mine," said a gravely woman's voice with a strong western accent.
"Um, hi," I nervously said.
"Speak up honey," she growled "what can I do for y'all?"
I worked up the nerve to say in my most professional voice "I was wondering if you might be hiring?" The woman cackled "sure am darlin, but ya'll know this here is a whorehouse?"
"Um yes ma'am," I stammered.
"Well, one of our girls done left us last week and we could use another to take her room. We ain't got no use for hoity toity city gals, this is a working girls house. We got us strict rules and plenty of clients that need taking care of. Now if y'all is still interested, tell me what ya look like."
I took another deep breath and replied, "I do understand that this is a serious position and I can assure you that I am a good worker. Lots of men find me very attractive and I am sure that I could handle the job."
The old woman began to laugh and said, "Honey, you sound like a nice enough gal and we'd be sure glad to have ya but we'll have to see if you can handle this type of work, sounds like ya ain't got no experience. Course, all the experience you need is to be a woman. Let me give you directions on how to get here."
And with that my adventure was launched. I spent another two days in deliberation, pacing my cramped apartment, wrestling with my morals. In the end, I decided to just drive out and take a look at the place; after all, I didn't have to stay.
Five hours on a desert freeway and I was filled with nervous tension the whole damn way. I finally found the turn off and headed up a dusty dirt road to a lavender colored, three-story house. The thing looked like a classic old western bordello. Hideous, peeling lavender paint and western flourishes made the place look like the set of a Clint Eastwood movie. I climbed self consciously out of my old Honda and adjusted my matching, linen skirt suit. Filled with a sort of desperate resolve, I marched up the front porch and knocked on the thick oak door.
It was flung open almost immediately and a short, fat older woman with a face like dried cowhide filled the entrance. She looked me up and down before opening her mouth and displaying several gold teeth. "Mornin darlin, either you're the new gal or one of those damn government inspectors."
"I'm the new girl, I spoke with you on the phone several days ago." I said in my brightest tone while flashing a phony smile. My heart was jumping in my chest like a psychotic grasshopper.
"Well, let me show ya around and then ya can get settled in. The gals all call me Mamma Betty."
Mamma Betty waddled down the hall in jeans around five sizes too small and a faded purple blouse stretched to its limit over enormous sagging breasts. I noticed the thick burgundy carpet and antique wallpaper covered with gold-framed newspaper clippings from the early 1900's. Burgundy, plush purples, velvet, gild and oak overwhelmed every inch of the house. It looked like an overzealous interior design student had been told to decorate a real old western whorehouse and to make it look as much as possible like a den of sin. Oddly enough there were also little ceramic pig statues crammed onto every surface.
We entered a large room, sort of a main lounge. Several bored looking women were draped on various couches, most of them in curlers and bathrobes. "Listen up ladies, this here is the new gal, y'all be damn nice to her till she gets broke in ya hear!" Mamma Betty growled at the disinterested whores.
One of the women, a thin platinum blond in her midthirties, gave me a once over and said, "You don't look like you've got experience, what'd your husband kick you out or your daddy?" She daid before giving a harsh laugh.
"Actually I'm a student and this is my summer job," I replied trying not to run out of the house in sheer panic.
"Well, good luck little miss brains, hope you can handle your share of the work," She sneered before lighting up a menthol cigarette.
Mamma Betty ushered me through the rest of the house which read just like a bad western novel. Tacky décor and seven whores. Only two were pretty, the rest looked hard and old. I was definitely the youngest one in the place. She led me up a set of wide stairs and guided me through a door, into what was to be my room. It was decorated in the same theme as the rest of the house and featured a huge, four poster bed which took up the majority of the room. Mamma Betty flopped down on the side of the bed and patted it with satisfaction. "Well gal, this here's your office. Why don't ya go get yer stuff and make yerself at home. The gentlemen don't start rolling in till bout 9pm."
I walked out to my car in a daze. I couldn't believe I was going through with this. The surrealism of the house and its occupants helped me to calmly move my measly belongings into the room as though becoming a whore was something I did every day. I discovered all kinds of odd things in the room. Dildos, flavored lubricants, handcuffs on the bedposts, and other things I wasn't sure what they were used for.
Mamma Betty called me down and explained to me the "rules" of the house. I was given a list of rates for various services, for which I would receive 50% of the fee as well as room and board. I was told that when men came, us girls would have to line up in the main lounge. The men could then choose which girl they wanted and work out a deal for the price. I would not be allowed to turn down any man that chose me unless I had had another engagement in the last twenty minutes. Since the house was touted as being the most "full service" brothel around, we were expected to perform all sex acts except for those that might cause permanent injury or were illegal.
Mamma Betty negotiated the price and the services for us, we only needed to perform. She ran down a list of the type of requests that were common and when I blanched at some, she frowned. She warned me that disobedience was not tolerated and I would be expected to enthusiastically participate in anything that the men wanted.
I wasn't even sure what some of the sex acts she referred to were but I smiled and nodded like it was obvious. Mamma Betty came right out and asked if I had ever had anal sex before. My face turned bright pink and I shook my head no. She told me that many of the clients would want that and I had better get used to it fast. I just kept that phony smile plastered on my face as she droned on. Finally she said, "That's just about all, if ya understand then go up to yer room and get a quick rest before its workin time. Tonight bein Friday, we should see quite a bit of business." And slapping me on the ass, she strode off.
I sat in my room in disbelief. In a few short hours I was going to let a man pay money and use my body to do whatever he wanted. I alternately paced the floor and sat on the bed, twisting my hands with a cold hard knot in my stomach. At 7pm one of the girls brought me up some dinner and told me to start getting ready. Her name was Carol, one of the two pretty girls, and she gave me a sympathetic smile along with some quick advice, "Don't you worry, the first time is the hardest. Why after that it's an easy way to make a good living! It can even be fun."
I was to scared to eat but I did take a shower and put on some scented lotion. I brushed out my hair and carefully applied a bit of mascara and light lipstick. I wore my sexiest white lace panties and bra with a short, flowered sundress and strappy sandals.
Mamma Betty pounded on my door and told me to come on downstairs. I took a final look at my self and almost fainted with apprehension. The sundress showed off my tan, lean legs and cut low over my breasts. I quickly put on a dab of a flowery perfume before opening the door and heading out to the stairs.
I paused for a moment to collect myself and then walked down to the main lounge. All the girls were already there, in sexy lingerie, most with breasts totally exposed! They glanced at me and giggled. They wore lots of makeup, big hair and stiletto type heels. Mamma Betty bustled up to me and said, "Never you mind them, ya look spectacular and I know you're gonna be a very popular gal with our clients. Just sit down and wait, they'll be arrivin any time now."
I slumped onto a nearby couch next to Carol and concentrated on staring at the floor. Minutes passed, the cigarette smoke started to bother me. Then the doorbell rang and I nearly jumped through the ceiling.
Mamma Betty ushered in a man and snapping her fingers at us said, "Line up girls, don't make the nice gentleman wait. Lookie who it is, Mr. Jones back to pay us a visit!"
The whores slowly roused themselves and moved into a loose line. I could barely stand my knees were so weak but I managed to place myself in between the platinum blond, who glared daggers at me and sympathetic Carol. Carol whispered to me "Don't smile at this guy, he is not a nice man. We call him roughrider and none of us girls likes to get him!" This was far from reassuring.
I slouched down and looked fixedly at the floor. I did steal one glance at Mr. Jones. He was a very large man, maybe 6'2 and around 280 pounds. Big broad shoulders and heavy muscles nearly hid his massive beer gut. He had a purple scar down one cheek, deep set eyes and a mean twist to his mouth. He ran his eyes over the line of women like he was looking over ranch stock. "Who's the new girl," he growled in a low voice.
Mamma Betty beckoned me forward and said, "Why just got her in today, ain't she a beauty! I knew you would pick her, just yer type and fresh to boot!" Mr. Jones took a step closer to me and I could smell the whiskey on his breath. "She is a pretty thing," he said, his cold eyes running up and down me. "Let's talk Betty and bring the girl."
Mamma Betty and Mr. Jones headed out into the hallway. I followed, dragging my feet in silence. Mamma Betty started to haggle with Mr. Jones about prices when suddenly he whirled around and grabbed me. "I'm not striking no deal until I get a chance to sample the merchandise," he shot at her. I started to struggle out of sheer reflex as he pressed me up against the wall. "Got some fight too, she really is new ain't she?" he muttered as he roughly hiked my dress up and fumbled between my legs.
I gasped as his fingers found the edge of my panties and slid underneath them. He kicked my legs apart and pushed his forefinger deep into my pussy. I squirmed and started to cry as he twisted and plunged his finger deep into me. Mamma Betty leaned over to give me a hard look, "You behave now gal! The man's only checking ya out!"
"I'll take her Betty. Damn little wildcat ought a be fun and I wanna be the first man to bust her tight little pussy!" With that he reached with one hand into his pocket, handed Mamma Betty a wad of cash and grabbing me by the arm, dragged me up the stairs.
He pushed me through the door and onto my bed. I knew that this was what I had volunteered to do but reason left me and I fought like crazy as he got on top of me. He slapped me hard, stunning me into momentary submission. "Now you listen here you little bitch. You're a whore and I am gonna fuck that little pussy of yours till ya scream! You understand me? I paid a hell of a lot of money and I'm gonna have my way with you. I don't mind roughen you up a bit so don't ya give me any trouble."
He pulled off my dress and ripped away my bra. I lay still as he began mauling my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. He was heavy on top of me and I could feel a huge hard bulge digging into my thigh. He started to suck on my nipples, biting them until they hurt. His huge hands slid across my belly. One cupped my ass and the other delved under my panties and rasped across my pussy lips. He pushed my thighs roughly apart and spitting on his finger, thrust it inside of me. I gasped again as I felt his thick, callused finger entering me.
"It's gonna hurt you when I fuck you whore, your pussy is so tight that my finger barely fits." He said, grinning like crazy and working his finger harder.
My gasps and moans of pain seemed to get him even more excited. He reached over to the bedside drawers and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Pouring a copious amount onto his hand, he held my legs firmly apart, pressed me down and plunged two fingers into my poor little pussy. They slid in smoothly due to the lube but my cunt was stretched farther then ever before. The pressure made it bulge obscenely. He laughed at my distress and started to fuck me hard with his fat fingers.
After a few moments, he got up to pull off his shirt and jeans. He was a truly ugly man with scars and thick corded muscle all over his hairy body. I stared at his massive cock in disbelief. It stood a full 10 inches long and was at least three inches in diameter. He acknowledged my terrified look with an evil smirk and began to slowly stroke the huge thing while positioning him self over me.
As his heavy belly rested on me, I felt the head of his giant dick nudge up between my legs. He reached down and started to pull my panties off. I went crazy and knew I had to get away before he put that thing in me. I screamed and punched him while struggling madly toward the edge of the bed.
"Bitch!" he exclaimed, "Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" He grabbed my arms and slapped my face while pinning me to the bed. I didn't care, I just kept on squirming, kicking and screaming. He hit me several more times and gave my breasts vicious pinches. One of his hands found my pussy again and he used his weight to hold me down while he jammed his fingers in me as hard as he could. I screamed and tried to squirm away but he was too strong and too heavy.
He painfully twisted both my arms behind my back and flipped me over onto my stomach. I struggled helplessly as he pulled aside my panties and spread my legs wide open. I felt his hard cock press against my bare pussy lips. Then he thrust forward and buried the head of his cock into my tight cunt.
I screamed so loud that he put one hand over my mouth while pushing hard at my pussy. His cock went deeper in with each thrust and my pussy felt stretched beyond what I though was possible. I was sure he was ripping me apart. He let go of my mouth and used both hands to grasp my hips for leverage. With one final rough thrust, his cock sank its entire length deep inside me.
I was gasping for air as he rested his enormous bulk on my back, savoring the tightness of my cunt gripping his shaft. I could feel every inch of his huge dick spreading my pussy wide, filling it and quivering inside me.
"You like that bitch? Beg me to fuck you." He growled in my ear. I whimpered and he ground his cock into me. "Say it now whore, beg me to fuck you hard!"
"Please fuck me," I sobbed as he started sliding his long shaft in and out of my sore cunt.
"Do you want it hard little whore? Ask me, beg me now!" he grunted, pushing down on me hard.
"Yes, yes," I groaned in pain. "fuck me hard."
He began to pull his dick all the way out and then plunge it back in. I was groaning and squirming as the head of his cock hit my womb with every thrust. Luckily the lubricant made his cock slide in and out smoothly and helped my inexperienced pussy stretch.
He got a steady rhythm going and slammed me from behind with all his weight. My pussy hurt terribly but the sesation of being completely filled sent warm thrills up my body. I started to get really wet and his cock slid easily into me. He was grunting and fucking me as hard as he could, fat belly smashing me to the bed and whiskey breath in my ear. He wrapped one of his hands around my left tit and rolled my nipple between his harsh fingers. His other hand slid between us and found its way between my ass cheeks.
Then I felt his fingers smearing pussy juice around my asshole and then poking at its entrance. I had never been touched there and tried to clamp my ass shut but the constant fucking and his weight left me spread open. I froze in shock as one of his fingers violated me, pushing inside my ass, exploring the tight crevice. He kept on plunging his massive cock deep in me and planted a firm finger in my rectum. Suddenly I came for the first time in my life from another's exertions! Shudders ran through my body, I moaned loudly and my pussy convulsed around the shaft embedded in it.
"You liking this little whore? Feel that finger in your ass. I knew you were a nasty little bitch at heart. Now here's what your gonna do. I'm gonna lay back on the bed and your gonna get on top of me and fuck me however I tell you to until I cum! Don't try any more of that wildcat stuff cause I'll just whup your ass and make you do it anyway."
I nodded my head and moaned, and he pulled his dick out of me. I knew that it was no use fighting. He rolled over on his back and guided me to kneel above his huge cock. He positioned it between my cunt lips and then told me sit down until it was all the way inside me.
I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him slid inside my sore pussy, stretching it painfully out. He got impatient and grabbing my hips, pushed me all the way down. I gasped and spread my legs wider.
Then I started to work up and down, impaling my cunt on his glistening shaft. He reached around me and shoved a finger roughly up my ass. I couldn't help cumming again as I moved up and down, my pussy filled with cock, my asshole crammed with a callused finger. My cunt muscles gripped his shaft and I felt it grow even thicker. Then he grabbed my hips and slammed him self deep into me as he came gushing into my swollen pussy.
He rolled off me and got dressed.
I lay curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, my pussy throbbing. He threw a few hundred-dollar bills down next to me. "Here's an extra tip for ya honey. That was some damn good fucking and you can be sure I'll be coming back for more," and with that he strode out of the room.
I lay perfectly still for a few minutes, then I reached down to gingerly touch my wet, sore pussy. I felt a wave of pleasure as I let me fingers linger between my legs. I knew that I should feel horribly violated or at least angry but I didn't.
Instead I wanted it again! I wanted a man to fuck me as hard as he could; however he wanted. My whole body felt supercharged with pleasure and the lightest caress of my breasts or cunt made me shiver.
To top it off, Mr. Jones had left a three hundred dollar tip, which added to what Mamma Betty owed me would amount to $575, in less than an hour! I cleaned up, straightened the bed and got pretty again. Then I headed downstairs hoping to find another client waiting.