The Story of a Sex Worker

October 04, 2004

Fucked Up

When everything was being packed up Bernard told me that Al Harvey wanted to see me. "Watch out for him because he's a shark," Bernard said. "He's in the den. It's a small room with a TV."

I walked into the den, the second small room with a TV that I'd walked into. Al was leaning back in a leather easy chair, still just wearing his paisley briefs. There was only one lamp lit and the room was mostly dark.

"What is it?" I said.

"Why don't you sit," he replied.

I sat down on a hard red couch with a wicker back. "What do you want?"

He just smiled, the scar not showing in the dim light.

We were silent for a very long time. I could hear him breathing deeply through his nose. "I've always liked pale girls," he said, finally. "I won't beat around the bush." He repeated, "Beat around the bush," and then said, "I like your work. I want to fuck you."


"I like your work. Like I said, I've seen your films and I like you very much. I want to fuck you."

I didn't say anything. What could a person say when addressed with that? I could have Bernard direct me day and night, left and right, but that was work and after work I went back to being a person. So the question made me as nervous as anybody.

"I have five thousand dollars. Usually I don't pay for fucking but it's your work. I want to fuck you just like you get paid to fuck in your movies. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Let's go into the bedroom."

He stood up. He took my hand and led me out of the den to his bedroom. I was stunned and fearful and exhausted. I was too tired to get nauseous over being so close to his scar and breath, his skin as white and damp as a pig. I was too numb to be interested in the money. I just went into his bedroom and did another job. If I didn't, who knew what would have happened. He had power. I was sure he had given worse scars than he was scarred himself. I went ahead so I didn't have to worry about it. He sweated and moaned like a sad animal. I acted the machine. After it was over, he gave me a money order already made out to me for five thousand dollars. He didn't say anything and showered. I sank back into his thousand-dollar sheets and stared at the mirrored ceiling.


  • At 2:26 AM, Blogger Laust said…

    Great post. I want more, please!!!! ;-) The Al character is pretty 2d, though. A little more depth in this character would have suited the story.

    Anyways, what would you (i.e. Shirly Shave) like to do when you'r 30? It would be interesting to have you reflect some more over stuff. You'r such a intelligent and probably opinioned girl, and I'd love to hear more about you views on the world.

  • At 11:51 AM, Blogger Reza said…

    I know, it would have been hard but, you've made the right decision. Fortunately you've made this transition from being a "traditionally" normal person to a person who is in charge of her/his morals.
    You know, they say there are two types of "guys"; ones who are fags and the ones who are stupid. Say if somebody offers to fuck me, (and I'm not gay) for 100 bucks, I definitely would say "no". If it goes up to something "considerable", and if I don't accept it again, I'm a stupid one... :)) You see that's as easy as that...
    Be strong; as always you are. And I admire you for that. You've made "the transition" and that's the thing that matters...

  • At 4:45 AM, Blogger Bogger said…

    I think for $5000 you could stuff a red hot didlo up my arse.... or you could persuade me to stuff it up yours.
    OK $10,000....

    How long did it take to earn it?
    10 mins = $500 per minute... $30,000 per hour.
    Now, that is a wage to be proud of.
    Better than being leered at in a burger bar for (not very much but then I don't know exactly cos I'm not American) per hour.

    So how did you feel? The way you wrote it you sound shocked and scared.

  • At 7:23 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I am not certain five grand would cover the hospital bill for "..a red hot poker up my arse."

    Shirly Shave
    I am enjoying the story. The only thing I ponder about is the time period in which these events occurred. 1906s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s?


  • At 12:03 AM, Blogger sinsulita said…


    I would shut down for $5,000.00 too I think. I suspect we all have a price.

  • At 1:08 PM, Blogger Simoney said…

    Al sucks.

    I think Al wanted to fulfill a fantasy, like most guys that watch porn on a recreational basis. But he knew he could ask you and get away with it because, unlike most ugly, slob, jackass guys, he has the money and intimidation to do whatever he wants.

    I disagree with sinsulita... not everyone has a price. I don't. Then again, I'm not hot like you and she are. We ugly people gotta rely on other ugly-yet-charming people to win us over.

  • At 3:37 AM, Blogger Laust said…

    i'm with sinsulita here... ...everbody has a price. like, if somebody wanted to pay YOU to do something that you'd consider doing for free, woundn't that count? not that i'd suggest that shirley would fuck ol' al for free - just trying to illustrate my point. i'd carefully evaluate pros and cons if somebody were to offer me money to do something revolting like funcking al. but then again, i'm pretty sure al's NOT into nerdy scandinavian males. anyways, 5,000$ is a LOT of money, and in that sense al's the one getting fucked over.

  • At 12:06 PM, Blogger Reza said…

    lol; interesting approach, Laust...

  • At 3:11 AM, Blogger tescosuicide said…

    I'm with Laust.... $5000? If he's got the power why pay? It seems this dicussion is only one for women - I believe most men would do it for free. Although, I would accept money - anyone, anyone??

  • At 5:52 AM, Blogger Laust said…


    Don't you undercut my price, tescosuicide... ...anyways i'll do ANYTHING cheaper than tescosuicide. If you're reading this, Al, plz call. I'm waiting...

    (just kiddin)

    Shirley rules!

  • At 2:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Just as I abWhor the moral depravity of our nation with pop-culture, safe-sex, abortion, idolatry, witchcraft, indifference, so that's OUR problem if YOU don't deal-w-it! --- My URLs gotta lotta tips2help: MAKE A DECENT CONFESSION, PREFERABLY AT A CATHOLIC CHURCH --- If you can't see the vast, self-evident-reality of Heaven and Hell after this Finite Existence, may God Almighty have mercy on your indelible soul.

  • At 7:49 PM, Blogger Vadergrrrl said…

    Your worth way more than $5,000 but right on for workin it.

    Great writing, and amazing post as always.

    Eagerly awaiting the book. I see amazing potential here.


  • At 12:01 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    >Just as I abWhor the moral depravity of our nation >with pop-culture, safe-sex, abortion, idolatry, >witchcraft, indifference, so that's OUR problem if YOU >don't deal-w-it! --- My URLs gotta lotta tips2help: >MAKE A DECENT CONFESSION, PREFERABLY AT A CATHOLIC >CHURCH --- If you can't see the vast, self-evident->reality of Heaven and Hell after this Finite >Existence, may God Almighty have mercy on your >indelible soul.

    Is he for real? Isn't it kinda funny that his dude is reading blogs like this? burn in you onw illusoric hell, funcking hypocrite. No wait! Go rent a movie with shirley & friends, relax, feel better...

    I think is blog is confession enough, right? No need to consult Paedophiles Inc

  • At 7:48 AM, Blogger Izzy said…

    Oh boy. $5000 would be the exact price I'd need to fuck a pig. I wanted to ask for it once, but the guy couldn't speak english, and anyway, I was waay freaked.


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