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“Always Get The Money First” – My Amateur Escort Mistake

Hookers for Hire Jamie

Mommy and Daddy quit giving me money which basically means I’m out of coke and cigarettes. A few of my friends put ads up online offering “services” in exchange for gifts and I figured I should try it out. I put a few sexy photos of myself in my panties and bra, throwing out the terminology I had picked up from other girl’s posts and hoped for the best. Not even an hour later a really nice sounding guy (you) started texting me wanting to set up a date. I was thrilled and could almost smell the $20 dollar bills. We set up for me to do an out call to your motel room. You told me you were a trucker, was super lonely and would love to party.

When I get to the motel, you gave me sort of confusing instructions on how to find your room but I finally tracked it down. I knocked three times as per your orders and the door creaked open. You get instantly excited when you realize it was really me in the photos you saw online and are quick to tell me about the times you’ve gotten catfished by hookers. You demand for me to take off my clothes so you can take a closer look at me. I obey your every word, being a perfect little druggy slut for you. Swallowing your big cock down, letting you fuck all my holes and fill me up without a condom on- you insisted you’d pay extra for bareback.

Our hour session has turned into a fucking marathon. My cunt is sore from you pounding deep inside me over and over for so long. Asshole literally stretched out- you really worked me over but I knew at the end of this I would be walking away with some well earned dollars. You finish up and ask if I’d like to take a shower. Honestly I can’t think of anything that would feel better at the moment and accept your offer to use the bathroom for a bit to freshen up for my next John.

I hear the door open and close. It hits me at that moment that I didn’t get my “gift” from you. Practically jumping out of the shower and quickly covering up with a towel I walk out to the common area of the motel room. You’ve left behind a note but no money. I’m so livid and I feel so used I almost can’t bring myself to read what you’ve written. After finally calming down, I open the folded piece of paper hoping that maybe it just says you’ll be back. In bold letters you scrawled out the words, “Always Get The Money First, Bitch”. At first I’m ticked off about it but that’s when I realize you’ve actually done me a huge favor tonight by harshly teaching my dumb ass a lesson economics. Do you got anything else you think you should show me?


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