JERK OFF GIRL

JERK OFF GIRL

Every city has it’s secret spots…
to find some sexual relief.
It moves around as word
get’s around. I know.

A girl HAS to make a living.
Don’t assume it’s all about
poor little Paula – it’s not.
Been there…done only some of it.

I have never been a hooker. I’ve never worked the Chippewa bar strip
or my streets of Broadway. But…
Aunt Jenny’s old man pimped her.

I never did porno for pay. Not
to say there aren’t pics out there…
but those were for fun. I didn’t send
them to Hustler’s Beaver Hunt, either.

I never worked rave sex parties.
They were very exclusive and girls
had to be exotic or pretty. I did
do a few nights on a stripper pole…

…my side of town…bad dudes with
massive drug money coming in high
and getting shitfaced drunk. They
would fight over the girls.

A couple hundred a night was nice…
’til I watched a girl get thrown into
the trunk of a car. But, they did bring
the little bitch back fine…but high.

I just stopped dead before I was
dead. The place was closed down
after the 3rd parking lot shooting.
I found a different hot spot…

The dirty bookstore hired jerk off
girls for customers who needed or
wanted a “hand.”  Condoms and rubber
gloves required $30 a pop. POP!

“Bookstore” was correct but the
real action was the flicks in the back.
20 little private cubicles where
they picked a video. Girl optional.

“You ok in there?  Need a hand?”

If they said no you kept moving.
At hot times most of the cubicles
would be full. Of course some dudes
paired off – we learned to spot them.

No negotiations for raw or BJs it
was safety – condoms and gloves.
ALWAYS! No meant no. We had a
300lb bouncer. But he was just a kitten.

Even splitting with the store I made
serious cash til they got turned in.
The bust was all show. No arrests.
Just like the massage parlor chicks.

A politician decides to clean up the
city every once in awhile to get his
name in the news and it all blows
over in just a couple weeks.

It was fun. It was scary. I figured if I
could survive my upbringing I could
work it, twerk it or jerk it…on my terms.
Those days are years behind me!

Sordid and sleazy. There’s always a girl
willing to work. Legal age hopefully but
owners tend to disavow when caught.
The girls marry or max out at about 22.

The vibe soured and I started writing
for a porn site. Dirty stories and all
kinds of kinky sex slanted stuff paired
with photos by the couple who ran it.

They paid good money. I wrote 5 pieces
a week under three different names. He wrote even more. After three years they
got bored and closed the website.

Every once in awhile there’s a guy
who wants a bit of touchy touch and if
he put $$$ in my bra or panties after he
gasps. I’m not offended by his tip.