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People have asked me: what is it like to turn a trick? They want to know the mechanics of it for sure, but they are also curious about the emotional state of the lady who does the work and gets paid for it.I do remember a certain incident that happened in April 1974 near the end of my first stint as a hooker. Nothing unusual happened in that particular pay-to-play event, but the details of what I did and what the john did have stayed in my mind. Memory is a strange thing, and sometimes the most prosaic and routine occurrences will stick in one’s mind while more dramatic events are less well recalled.As I have said, within a few weeks of starting as a hooker the previous fall, I had become the campus working girl and I was well known among the male students of City College. I could just be minding my own business, doing something else, and a guy would recognize me and ask for my services. Often I would say yes and I would accommodate what he wanted. That was my job, and getting cash for a brief and usually easy period of labor was always a temptation.One afternoon I was sitting in a lounge at Finley Hall, reading a book that has been assigned for one of my classes. I was dressed pretty well that day in a wool pullover top, black denim skirt, thigh-high wool stockings, and gray wrinkled-leather knee-high boots. My outfit was perhaps a bit more upscale than the blue jeans that were so common back then. But my appearance was not that different from the other 4,000 women attending the college.Suddenly a guy was standing there right in front of me. He was tall, had bushy hair, and a somewhat goofy look on his face. The first thing out of his mouth was, “You’re Mora Meara, right?”I decided to mess with him a bit. “Why do you think that?”“Because everybody knows about the girl with the dark-blonde hair and steel-rimmed glasses. I’ve seen you around the South Campus myself at times.”“So, what do you want?”“I was just wondering if you were working today.”Well, was I working at that moment? I had already turned two tricks since Monday. I pondered the situation for a moment, and I thought about the money I could earn for maybe thirty minutes of my time. I could get back to my book later.In a few seconds, I had decided, but I had to know more. “Okay, let’s sit on one of the window sills in the hallway. It’s easier to talk there, away from all of these people.” The old windows in Finley had wide sills, low to the floor. I knew that I’d be closer to him on that sill than I wanted to be, but neither did I feel like standing up and leaning on a wall. Some privacy was needed that was difficult to obtain inside the lounges.As I sat there, I folded my hands and went into the standard hooker mode of indifference I had perfected over the previous months. I wasn’t exactly rude but neither was I friendly; I had to project an attitude of detachment in order to protect myself from whatever Göztepe Escort emotional games those clients wanted to play with me. Yes, there really is a vast difference between paying someone to cut your hair and paying them to engage in some sex act with you.He started the transaction before I could say a thing. “So, hi, I’m Josh – it’s short for Joshua.” It was an irrelevant detail, but for an instant, I could imagine him blowing a horn and the walls of Jericho would come tumbling down. “So, Nora, how are you doing?”If that had been some more normal kind of engagement, I might have looked for some joke about Jericho (the old walls of Finley might collapse?), but that would have been a waste of my time. Instead, I asked one of the hooker’s standard questions, completely ignoring his attempt to be sociable. It didn’t matter how I was doing personally and I certainly wasn’t going to tell him anything about myself.“So Josh, have you ever hired a working girl before?”“No, this is my first time ever. As I said, I’ve seen you here before – I mean in the Finley lounges.” He was smiling in such a way that indicated he was both amused and a bit embarrassed by his lack of experience.So I had a newbie on my hands. That meant I had to quickly make it clear to him that any sexual activity with me would be purely physical. I didn’t have to like him in the slightest bit. In fact, it would be better if I showed a subtle feeling of contempt for him.I got right down to business. “So how much do you have to spend?”He told me, and I hoped he wouldn’t say how he had obtained his cash. That wasn’t of any interest to me. Then he revealed more of his expectations. “Ah, Nora, so what can I get for that amount?” Jesus, this guy is really clueless; he doesn’t even know what he wants me to do for him.It was up to me to suggest some options. “Josh, for that price I could give you a blowjob.”He seemed slightly disappointed. “Okay, yeah, and I’ve heard that you won’t do, ah . . .”Well, I wouldn’t accept a spanking from him, but I knew that he probably meant something else. “Do what exactly?”He got it out somehow as if it was shameful to even name the activity. “You know, vaginal sex.” I considered asking him if he was a virgin, but I figured I would be able to tell that from his actions.“You’ve got that right; it’s one act I won’t do for money, at any price.” I wondered if he had some condoms in his pocket that he had brought for this special occasion.He got more courage from somewhere because he asked me. “Well, then, would you do anal?”I briefly smiled. “Believe me, you have nowhere near enough cash on you to afford that.” It was time to start closing the deal. “So do you want a blowjob or not? Just to remind you, the payment is due upfront before your zipper even comes down.”Josh manfully made the best of the situation. “Sure, honey, I’ll pay you right now.”“No, Göztepe Escort Bayan do it when we get upstairs.”I didn’t like being called honey, but it didn’t seem worth making a big deal about it. I also didn’t do anything to boast about my cock-sucking skills. Josh would find out about those soon enough. Then I told him a place we could go to at that time in the afternoon.“There is a sort of attic room at the very top level of Finley; it’s right above us now in fact. The only thing in there is a big water tank, but the door can be latched from the inside, so we can have some privacy.”He said, “I never knew about that place. How did you find it?”“Some guy showed it to me once. Now, listen to me. You are going to have to take your shirt off so I can kneel on it. The floor is covered with some kind of gritty stuff, and there is nowhere to sit down.”After that, we negotiated about some extras, services that would cost him extra changes. He already had one in mind. “Nora, would you pull up your blouse during this so I could see your bare breasts?”“Keep in mind that I’ll be kneeling in front of you and you won’t be able to reach down to touch them.”Also, he obviously didn’t like the price I quoted. “Wow, that’s a lot just to look at them. This reminds me of the options car dealerships will sell you.”Yes, sell was the keyword there; he was starting to catch on. Also, he wasn’t the first customer to bring up the car-buying analogy. I had to remind him of something else. “You should know, that if I swallow, that’s an extra charge too.”Josh looked confused for a moment, then he got it and said, “What else could you do except swallow?”“I could just spit it out, that’s what.” That was like the baseline price, comparable to a stick-shift transmission on a car.“But it’s going into your mouth anyway.”“It doesn’t matter, that’s the way I handle it.” I had long since lost track of how many times I had to explain the concept to various clients; I had also stopped trying to justify it. There was, however, the possibility of a “facial;” he could just spray his load into my face. However, that was a mess to clean up and thus it was even more expensive than swallowing. It wasn’t worth bringing up that issue with him.I did say, “Instead of spitting it out, I could give you a discount if I pull your cock out and I stroke you at the end to make you come. You have to make sure it goes on the floor, not on me.”I told him how much money he could save if we did that, and he pondered the deal. Then he said, “Okay, that sounds fine; we’ll do it that way.”I had one more alternative to offer him, a cheap one I often presented to blowjob customers who were low on cash. It was easy for me to do, and most guys liked a red, purple, or hot-pink set of lips on them as they got blown. “One thing I could do for you is put on some bright red lipstick. I think Escort Göztepe you’d like to see your cock going in and out and getting some lipstick marks on the shaft.”The price must have been right because he went for it. “Definitely, that sounds really cool.”I didn’t want to spend more time on chat. “Okay, since we’re in agreement on everything, let’s get up there already. I’ll tell you which way to go. One thing, I want you to walk up in front of me.”“Why is that?”“Never mind, that’s another thing I just want that way.” The reasons, which I didn’t state, were that I didn’t want him gazing at my ass or trying to look under my skirt when we ascended the stairs. A lot of guys returned to a junior high school level of thought when hiring a prostitute.Josh briefly went in that direction too, but I quickly shut him down. Just as we reached the steps, he commented on my gray and white striped stockings. “I like your socks. Are they thigh highs or do they go to your waist?”I got a bit rude. “You have nothing to do with anything in that area, so I’m not going to talk about what I’m wearing.” He didn’t seem to like what I had said. I merely pointed to the stairs. “As I said, after you.”At the highest level, above the fourth floor, was a door that could be latched from the inside but it had no lock on the outside. We went in; it was mid-afternoon on a sunny day so plenty of natural light came in through the window slats. Josh was impressed by the huge water tank that filled part of the room. “Man, that thing is big. What is it used for?”“I don’t know, not for drinking water, that’s for sure. The water in there is a scummy green color.”“You’ve been up that ladder to look at it?”I didn’t feel like spending more time talking about the tank or the building’s water supply. “Okay, the money is due now. Please give it to me before we start.” I had thought the cash transaction might look a bit conspicuous if done on the crowded first floor.When I had it I stowed the money in my purse. It may seem strange, but I was oblivious to any danger I might have been in by being alone with him. I couldn’t even confirm that he was truly a student at my school. My intuition was important, and it told me that he was completely harmless. Or maybe I was just foolish in my pursuit of money and any threats to my personal safety didn’t register in my mind.Then I started issuing instructions. Josh was wearing a casual button-down shirt over a t-shirt. “Take your shirt off and cover part of the floor with it. I’m not kneeling on all of that grit, as I said. You probably will be more comfortable leaning with your back against the tank.”While he did that, I took a tube out of my purse and I started to apply the red lipstick to my lips. I didn’t have a mirror, but frankly, it didn’t matter much what the results looked like. Josh stared at me as if he had never seen a lady put her make-up on before.Just before I knelt down, Josh was visibly nervous and he said, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.” I didn’t ask him if he had even been blown before; I knew what I was doing, which was the most important factor. Perhaps I tried to reassure him a bit; I’m not a completely heartless person.
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