I’m not ashamed that I sell my body for money and booze – live phone sex is the tamest thing I do. The whole neighborhood is a piece of work, so I’m not the only one out there selling myself. There’s even a “No Hooking” sign down the road, but of course, it’s ignored completely. I’ll do anything for cash, anything.
I had a blind guy come over the other day, and he was escorted by, yup, you guessed it, a mangy four-legged friend. He said he’d pay me a goodly amount of money, but I had to fuck Buck first. I don’t know why, since in theory, the john couldn’t see anything, but he said he’d enjoy it nonetheless. He said Buck had been humping his leg a lot lately and needed a ladyfriend like there was no tomorrow.
So I served as ladyfriend for Buck while sucking the john’s cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d served to do something like this, and it won’t be the last, but it was the most recent. The reason I mention it? The john wasn’t blind! At the end, he ripped off his glasses and told me he very much enjoyed watching his Buck fuck me from behind, and that I was the most amusing hooker he’d ever had the fortune to be with.
The stinking son of a bitch. But he did pay, so what do I care? It’s all for the money, and I’ll do whatever you ask. That’s why hooking on this street will never die.