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There I stood, by the gas station waiting for my next &#034client&#034 to come along. &#034Client&#034 makes it sound so professional. Shit, I was waiting for some horny old man to come by and pay me for my ass. I admit I looked good. All 5 ft of me, long black hair, smooth tanned skin, wearing tight torn daisy dukes with a hole in the ass for easy access and a bra covered by a leather jacket. No underwear, of course. That just gets in the way. I'd had three &#034clients&#034 tonight. I'm sure i could have another soon. Who were these clients? Whoever would pay my fee. What do they look like, I don't usually remember, unless they're my regulars. Usually I just drop my pants and spread them. They cum, pay and leave. How did I wind up being a boi cd prostitute? I saw my Mom doing it & I felt I needed to make money. I had been sexually active for as long as I could remember. She told me that my asshole could make me money and that I could use it to get what I needed. So, here I am. I leaned up against a pole, lighting a cigarette. Sometimes I use craigslist to find men. Sometimes get &#034referrals&#034. Doesn't matter, as long as they pay. I have had many men try to save me from my life, some have tried to propose a long term agreement with me. But I needed hardcore filthy sex often. I was free and I had money. What more do I need. Ah, here comes a potential client. He's about 5ft10 mid 40s, business suit. Has brown hair and a beard. Wearing an overcoat. &#034Are you the guy ...

... from craigslist?&#034 he meekly asks. &#034Do you have the money?&#034 He took about 5 twenty dollar bills. I counted them. &#034Then I&#034m the boi cd from craigslist. How do you want to do this? Out here or there's a nice abandon warehouse not far from here we can meet up. It's heated.&#034 &#034Th the the warehouse is fine...&#034 he nervously said. I looked at him in amusement, &#034Am I your first jailbait?&#034 I asked directly. &#034Y-yes&#034 he answered. I looked around, there was no one near. &#034I'll take good care of you. You'll never want pussy or a grown man again, sir.&#034 With that I stood on my toes and laid a big kiss on him. &#034Follow me&#034. We walked down the trail to an abandoned industrial area. We walked up to a building that was labeled &#034Clayfire&#034 It used to be a place to fire pottery. I turned on the kiln earlier to warm it up. I took out my &#034key&#034- I picked the lock. I walked across the big empty room to what was an office at one time. Inside was my &#034office&#034 there was a cabinet with food, a futon a TV and the Kiln, on the cement floor was a small rug. We went into my room and I closed the door. &#034You remember the rules, I do what you want- any bondage is extra, but no pictures. I do role-play, fist fucking, and gang bangs for future reference. Up to you. You're the boss.&#034 &#034B-b-bondage? Oh, no, not me!&#034 he said. &#034You're too precious to abuse...&#034 He walked up to me and gently touched me. It was so cute ...