The Lisa Peacock Chronicles. (The Teenage Years)

I have had so many requests from my readers asking about my past and about my stories, are they true or not.

Well most are based on fact. I have used my own life’s experiences and woven them into the fabric on my stories. I have no doubts, that what I am going to reveal about my life and myself will shock some and might even alienate others who may have been my fans. Although I’m sure some of you will have read between the lines and already come to that conclusion. I make absolutely no apologies for my life, lifestyle or my actions in life to date. It was my choice and my choice alone. Like most people there are some parts I regret and would change if I could, there are other parts I would do the same again, over all I am happy with my lot and have made a good living from my chosen profession.

I will mention the words prostitute and prostitution and clear that away as quickly as possible. It should sort the chaff from the corn, and those who do not wish to read any further may leave the room now.

For those of you who are still interested well….

Hookers or prostitutes come from many different backgrounds, some do it to feed a drug habit…others because they have a need for money, and the list goes on and on. The background of the woman or even the man is different and diverse. Some with poor education or poor family. Some are very well educated and come from more affluent homes…all I’m saying is there is no one mould that makes a prostitute…it is said to be the worlds oldest profession. I came from a good family and was given a private education.

Let me give you a little insight into that background, my family and myself. I’m sure you will see I had no real reason to be drawn toward the profession. I did it because I thought it would be fun. I was a full-bodied very naïve teenager, full of raging hormones, who realized she liked sex and who only wanted to go out and have fun and live wild, sex and fun were the main criteria. Being logical and sensible wasn’t part of me at the time, plus having a friend like Linda didn’t help, but rather encouraged me to be even wilder.

I had a good family. Father a sea captain, who was away most of the time, visiting far away countries.

Mother was an actress; appeared on stage in repertory theatres and acted with some well-known actors…I must say she was very good at it.

One sister Sara, we looked very alike physically and there was no mistaking we were sisters, long blond hair and eyes of blue (same as the song) but that was as far as it went. She was the sensible studious one, always knew what she wanted in life, studied, went to university and became a lawyer…. took after dad (studious that is)…she is five years older.

Me well I guess I took after mother. I liked men and I liked sex, so did mother, some of her leading men shared her bed when dad was away…mind there was nothing to say dad wasn’t doing the same thing…you know sailors and their reputation, plus he was good looking. I was very familiar with ships and sailors when visiting dad’s ships or taking short sea voyages…could write a whole chapter on that alone.

So here was a young most willing charged up female teen-ager ready, raring to go. Who is introduced to Peter Chang, who just happens to be looking for young girls who are most willing, charged up and ready to go…what a potent recipe.

Most of the chronicles are from my memory of the time and from my diaries and photo’s, even some left over flyers from my escort days and pictures of ships that we visited that I have kept. They bring back a lot of memories.

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August 1990

I sat on the luxurious couch in the luxurious apartment of one Peter Chang…. Pimp.

Mind with the money he made from prostitution and other nefarious involvements he could afford it. That and the brand new Mercedes he always drove. At the time I was too young and too naïve to know all that at the time. I was developing very nicely and I knew it. I liked the idea that I could use and manipulate men with the swing of my hips and the size of my breasts. My best friend Linda and I would deliberately dress in the shortest of skirts and briefest of tops, walk around the malls and sidewalks knowing that the men, young and old hand their eyes firmly fixed on our ass’s.

Some of our more sensible friends told us that we were looking for trouble and heading for a downfall…but what did they know, they after all were jealous of our assets and at that age I knew it all and could take care of my self. (So I thought)

I was just the sort of girl that Peter Chang was looking for, raw material that he could mold and manipulate and could use in his business…the prostitution business. He was a gifted, soft-spoken, well-educated and very persuasive man. He made the business sound so easy and exciting, even discussing the moral issues of prostitution slowly convincing me it was the right thing to do and being young and impressionable I fell right in.

Now I was here in Peter Chang’s apartment along with my friend Linda, both of them trying to convince and persuade me to put those assets to good use. Linda had been a prostitute in Peter’s employ for just on a year now. You might say she was following in her sister’s footsteps, who had been a hooker for at least five years.

I was both excited and scared at the same time…they made it sound so simple, so easy. Did I like having sex? Yes I did…very much so. Was having money to spend on clothing and other personal luxurious items important to me? Well yes it was, although I did receive most generous amounts of pocket money from my parents.

You could be completely independent from them Lisa…your own money.

“And anyway Lisa it’s only for a week whilst Jennifer is away sick…I can’t offer you her spot any longer, as soon as she returns you’ll have to go…but if I can find you some alternative area I’ll do my best for you” Peter was using the old reverse psychology. When you can’t have something, that’s when you want it more. Again I was too young and too naïve to realize this is what he was doing to me right now, as I grew older I became much wiser to the tricks of the trade…especially pimps.

What Peter was offering was a piece of pavement in the red light district where I could ply for trade. All I had to do was stand there, strut, pose provocatively and wait to be approached by the guy or guys plural. They would either troll past in their car (Kerb crawling) or walk up to me on foot. I would ask if they were looking for a good time and see what the answer was. From then on it was just a matter of seeing where it lead. If they said yes and asked how much? I would tell them and I was not to negotiate any of the prices. I think it went something like $10 a hand job, $20 a blowjob and $50 a fuck. This is what they were trying to persuade me to do. Oh It wouldn’t be the first time I’d done it for money or gifts, I’d done it quite a few times with Linda, mostly older men, but this would be my first full time attempt and in full view of the public. The stigma of prostitute didn’t worry me. At the time I saw this as a big game, just a bit of fun. I really wasn’t seeing the bigger picture and the consequences. Linda assured me that it would be ok, after all she’d been doing it for just on a year and had very few problems to date and look at Sally, her sister, she’d been on the game for over five years. I did so want to say yes, but nerves were making me hesitant. We’ve all had those moments. Do I?’ Should I? Oh I so much want to but.

Linda squeezed my hand to reassure me it would be ok “Oh come on Lisa…remember the fun times at school when we used to give the guys a blowjob at $5 a time”

Yes I remembered those days very well…it was Linda who had talked me into that as well…it’ll be fun she had said…we were a team Linda and I.

“What do you say…I’ll be right there beside you to look after you”

I wanted to say yes…but was still somewhat apprehensive about doing it…I needed one more nudge.

“Look I need an answer from you Lisa…it was only on Linda’s recommendation that I gave you first refusal…if you can’t do it, that’s fine, I know it’s not easy for a girl to walk the street…but I do have other choices”

Linda said nothing, just squeezed my had, reassuring me. Peter was now silent; it was time to give my answer. I gritted my teeth and said yes, I would do it, providing Linda was close at hand. Linda flung her arms around me squealing her delight and then Peter said “You’ve made the right decision Lisa…I guarantee you won’t regret it…I think you’ll go far in this profession…I know I can help you”

Peter Chang was very good at this, this was how he recruited his girls, and if they showed the slightest interest he played them and played them well. As it happened I had shown interest, most other girls would have just got up and walked away, but the fact that I had sat and listened to him told him there may be a chance he could do something with this girl. He knew all he had to do was tell me what I wanted to hear, flatter me, say how good I was, that he only wanted to help me, stroke to my ego and it worked. I like the naïve young fool that I was, took it all in. Oh yes he knew, just as all good fishermen know that once the fish takes the bait, not many escape and Peter Chang now had me, from now on he would be my mentor…my whole future was now in his hands.

My best friend was a hooker, had been for almost a year, her sister was also a hooker. All they ever told me was how great it was, how much money they earned and how easy it was. They never ever dwelled on the down sides, that it was fraught with dangers that went with the profession; they had my young mind convinced it was a profession I could take to. I was now convinced more than ever that I wanted to be a hooker and that Peter Chang was the man that could help me achieve my desires.

Peter had his arm around my waist as he escorted us to the door. “You’ll do fine Lisa, honestly you will…I mean look at you…the punters are going to be begging for you, just keep relaxed and if you need any advice Linda will be right at hand…won’t you Linda?”

“Yes boss, I’ll take good care of her…after all she’s my best friend”

“I’ll pick you both up tonight from Sheryl’s place…eight sharp… be ready for work, I like my girls to be on time…no slacking do you hear”

“Yes boss” I replied taking a leaf from Linda’s book. I really didn’t want to get on his wrong side.

When Peter had closed the apartment door on us Linda flung her arms around me, hugging and laughing. “Oh god this is so cool Lisa…I can’t believe it…it’s just like being back at school giving all the jocks blowjobs”

“Yeah and more” I reminded her.

“Oh god yes, we did didn’t we”

Linda and I were on the top ten list…we were as the old adage goes “The Town Bikes” “Birthday Cake” Getting a boy to escort you home after some late night function was never difficult, being assured of a fuck at the end of it was incentive enough

It pee’d me off somewhat that I never made the number one spot, always number two and I wondered what Sara Bidlake did that I didn’t to continually make the number one best fuck.

“You know what we do is pretty much the same thing as we did at school…if the john has a car we get to do it in the back seat, if he’s on foot we get banged against a wall…sound familiar Lisa?”

I had to laugh it sounded exactly the same.

“That’s all we have to do Lisa, but the bonus is we get paid for doing it”

How much we received for doing it had not occurred to me and I’d never thought to ask.

“Just how many guys are we expected to go with?”

“As many as we can fit in, depends on the night, sometimes there are quite a few, other times we just stand around, at least we have the best area”

“So how many Linda?” I asked again

“Oh maybe ten, fifteen or twenty”

I said nothing, it was obviously a numbers game and I was trying to comprehend what it would be like having twenty guys fuck me in one night.. My mind was doing mental arithmetic. Twenty would probably take eight or nine hours at twenty minutes each. If that were the case in would be early hours of the morning when we finished. I never did have to do twenty the most was about thirteen.

“So how much do we get?” I asked

“About thirty five percent”

Again some mental arithmetic, 35% of $50 was $17.50, so for every ten johns I received $175, which I thought wasn’t too bad for a nights work, better than working at Burger King. The thing is if you looked at Peter’s cut and all the girls he had working for him, neither wonder he could afford a flash apartment and car.

Getting away from home for the next few days was not going to be difficult. Dad was away at sea, Sara my sister was at college, leaving mum and I alone at home. Telling her I was going to stop over at Linda’s for a few nights would be great news for mum. It would leave her alone in the house and that meant she could have one of her boyfriends over to keep her warm in bed. (I’d observed her on several occasions, naked and in bed with a guy.) Being an actress she had plenty of leading men to choose from….I took after mum, Sara was the sensible one and took after dad…studying law at university.

So I had taken care of my absence away from home, now all I had to do was meet up with Linda… which I did.

I have to admit I was still very nervous about tonight in spite of Linda’s reassurances that it would be ok.

I needed to pack a bag with some clothing, clothing that was suitable for the next few days. Mini skirts, low cut tops and knickers were no problem. What I didn’t have was a pair of red hi-heals and some black fish net stockings. These would come courtesy of Denise, one of the other girls and it was her flat I was to meet up with Linda.

I said my goodbyes to mother, she kissed me on both cheeks and told me to be careful, which she always said. I didn’t know if she knew what I was up to or thought I was up to. I felt like telling her to be careful. That is not to get caught with one of her fellow actors.

I caught a bus which was a fifteen-minute ride and then a short walk to Denise’s flat.

I was glad to see Linda already there and waiting. I showered using plenty of smelly soap, dried off and followed up with a good deodorant and splashed on some sweet smelling scent. Then we spent the rest of the time applying make up, eye lash, mascara, lip gloss etc…looking back I must have really looked and smelt the part…a real tart.

The clothes completed the package, short red leather mini shirt and I mean short, I could just see my white knickers, a bra that gave plenty of cleavage and a low cut top that did nothing to hide that cleavage … the black fish net stockings and red hi-heal shoes were the final pieces, there was a gap between the top of the fishnets and hem of skirt thus showing my thighs…by the time I was finished there was no doubting I was a whore, at the time I thought I looked real cool. I was a pimps dream. I looked exactly how a hooker should look…let the punters know I was for sale.

Peter was there before eight just to check me over. Now it was not his habit to pick up his girls and drop them off at their patch, but tonight he’d made an exception. From now on we would have to make our own way.

When he saw me he was pleased, in fact he was very pleased, said I’d be drawing them in, I think he was already counting his money.

On the way there Linda and I chatted and giggled…as young girls do. I think it was to hide my nerves more than anything. Once we hit the red light district I could see that some of the other girls already plying their trade. Cars had started to kerb crawl. Like Linda and I they were dressed to let the johns know they were available, showing plenty of ass, tit and thigh…it’s what the pimps like to see as did the punters…they could see most of what they were going to get for their money…good for business.

Peter brought the car to a halt right beside our patch, and then proceeded to go through the procedure once more.

“Right you have your shoulder purse, good supply of condoms? Always make sure you use one” he warned “When the client pays, you put the money in this compartment” he showed me a pocket where I had to put it. “I see you have you’re make up as well…good, might need refreshing” He rummaged around the bottom “Ah and a mace spray…if you have any difficulties use it and shout blue murder…but I’m sure you won’t have to” he said reassuring me. “Good you’re all ready…now go to work” then he put his hand on my shoulder and said “You’ll be fine…you’ll see.” Again reassuring me. “I’ll be back later to cash up” he added.

Once out of the car and on to the footpath I did feel nervous. As I watched Peter’s car pull away I felt abandoned, vulnerable and I was more aware than ever of how I was dressed and how I must look. I was now on display.

I felt the comfort of Linda’s warm hand holding mine, she understood how I must have been feeling right now, and no doubt she had felt the same the first time she had done this.

“You’ll be fine Lisa…you’ll see” more reassurance.

“Yeah I know I will” I replied, smiling and trying to look confident.

I was now aware of cars slowly cruising past, eyeing the goods that were for sale. Cars on the opposite side of the road were trying to find a way to do a U turn and join the cruisers. Other males were walking slowly past taking sideway glances, trying to make their minds up or pick up the courage to come and talk to us.

As we pranced the pavement a late model car was heading slowly in our direction. It was a luxury model, don’t ask me what kind, it could have been a Jaguar or Mercedes. I do remember it was silver. The other girls were approaching it and trying to get the attention of the driver, walking along side it as it passed.

“Oh it’s George, Lisa…he’d be a good one for you…he’s an ex cop but good”

Telling me he was an ex cop didn’t help me. “Oh god no…not a cop”

“No…no don’t worry about George, he’s a real good guy, retired now, but a great client, get close to the curb, let him see you”

I sauntered to the curbside and watched the car as it drew closer. It stopped right along side me and suddenly my heart was racing and I felt sick. I was hoping he’d just look, and then move on to some other girl. I was so self-conscious about how I was dressed and looked. It was as if the whole world was staring at me, saying, god look at her, look at that little whore. I would eventually get over it. I would have no compulsions in dressing and strutting the pavement, trying to attract customers. The more I did it, the more confident I became. I and I guess all the other girls, never thought twice about, getting into cars with a guy. You probably had just as much chance of getting killed or injured in some other line of work. When it did happen, it always sounded so gruesome…one of your own was involved. Eventually I was vying for position, just like the rest…making sure my goods were well displayed for the punters.

The passenger’s window glided down, I leaned inside and addressed the guy behind the wheel.

I nervously said the words Linda had told me to say. “Hi honey, you looking for a good time” It’s funny how some smells or sounds stick with you over time. I can still recall the smell of the leather upholstery in the car. The guy himself was probably in his sixties. I mean at the age I was at the time anyone over twenty-one was considered old. He was of stocky build, not fat. Hair close clopped, receding and gray. He was wearing jeans with large buckle belt, blue dress shirt open neck, and cuffs turned down casually, one single gold ring on his finger. He looked every inch a cop.

He chuckled at my bumbling nervous efforts. “Do you think you can show me a good time sweetheart” he asked smiling.

“Oh yes…yes” I replied enthusiastically.

His eyes were on my breasts; still smiling he replied, “Yeah I bet you can…hop in”

Oh god this was it, my first john.

As I opened the door I looked toward Linda, she smiled, gave me the thumbs up and then turned her attention to a guy approaching her.

The leather seat felt cold on my bum as I sat on it. I closed the door; it had a distinctive clunk, the sound of quality. The shortness of my skirt rode up revealing my thighs, trying to pull it down would be a waist of time. Placing his hand on my leg he gave it a squeeze. “Hmmm…nice, very nice” he said with a smile. Then he indicated and pulled out into the traffic, it was so quiet inside, the engine just purred. I felt nervous and said nothing, my eyes looking ahead and at the walnut surrounds of the car. I could instinctively tell he was looking me over from time to time. I wondered if the sight of my bare thighs was getting him worked up. I wanted to look at his crotch and see if he had a bulge in his jeans…but didn’t, just looking straight ahead.

“What’s your name honey?” he asked.

“Lisa…Lisa Peacock” I replied

“Is that your real name?”

“Yes”

“A word of advice never tell the client your real name…make one up Lisa…my name is George…and that’s my real name…and I’m an ex cop…but don’t worry, I’m not going to bust anyone…I’ve always tried to look after you girls”

We drove for a while then he said

“I’m heading for the old industrial estate…there’s some spare ground to park on…we can do it there…if that’s ok with you?”

“Yes…yes…that’s fine with me” I replied. It really didn’t matter where we did it as far as I was concerned.

“You’re new to this aren’t you?”

“Yes my first night”

“How many guys have you had so far?”

“You’re my first” I replied.

“Hmm so you should be nice and tight eh?” he said with a chuckle.

“Yes I guess so” I replied trying to smile, but still nervous.

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll do just fine”

We reached the spare ground he had talked about. A six-foot high mesh fence ran across the front. Two gates that would have kept out would be intruders were open, hanging limp. A faded sign said Marchants Timber Merchant. Even at a time like this I thought it rather humorous. The name Marchants and Merchants. They had been long gone.

He swung the car though the gates did a wide circle and parked near the back of the section, now facing the road and turned off the engine.

We’ll do it in the back seat” he said.

I started to rummage through my shoulder bag.

“What you doing sweetheart?” he asked

“I’m looking for a condom” My reply

He just smiled and said “No not this time…you sure no one else has fucked you tonight?”

I assured him that they hadn’t.

“In that case you should feel nice and tight and I want to have the pleasure and joy of cuming inside you” then added “Mind I won’t be riding you bare back this time next year…not after all those guys have been through you…too dangerous not to wear a condom, plus I doubt if you’ll be quite as tight” he replied laughing. “Come on lass in the back seat”

I wasn’t too sure about this, but didn’t want to insist he wear a condom after all he must know best, he used to be a cop and he was an adult, he wouldn’t risk it otherwise.

Again the seat felt cold on my bum against the cold leather. The back seat of a car was nothing new to me; I’d been fucked in the back seat many a time. I leaned against the door and twisted my body and legs toward him.

“Take your knickers off love”

I twisted and shrugged pulling my knickers down and off, letting them drop on the floor. There was no hiding my pussy, and excitement shone in his eyes at the sight of it.

“Here, put this leg over the back of the front seat” he said. Then taking my leg he helped my put it over the seat.

“Now this one up against the back seat” Again placing my leg where he wanted it. Now my legs were wide apart, like a wide V, with him hunched over between them. Cars no matter how big are a confined space. His eyes never wavering from my cunt

Kneeling and a little hunched between my legs he proceeded to unbuckle his jeans, unzipped his fly and pushed jeans and shorts down around his thighs. Now it was my turn to see his hardware. There was no doubting he was pretty well endowed and still not yet fully hard.

“Here let’s get you worked up a little lass” he said, licking his fingers and pushing them inside. I gave a little gasp as they went in. He started to finger fuck, this being the only form of foreplay and I started to receive a small amount of pleasure from it, I was getting wetter. When dealing with clients it was not their custom to have foreplay, to get you in the mood as to say…no all they were interested in was a few minutes of joyous euphoric pleasure…then that wonderful feeling that came with ejaculation, it was five or ten minutes of fucking then it was all over. “Wham bam…thank you mam” cock back in trousers and zipping up. Ten or twenty minutes later it was the same thing all over again.

“There that’s better don’t you think lass?”

“Oh yes…yes” I gasped

“You do feel nice and tight”

“Ok we’re ready to fuck now” he announced. Then taking his cock in his hand he jerked the shaft back and forth, pumping it until it was nice and hard.

“Right here we go” he said shuffling a little nearer.

I watched him place the head into my pussy lips and then gently press his cock inside me. I felt its fullness swelling my pussy as he entered.

“Oh god…oh my god” I murmured as I watched it vanish

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He smiled and just stayed in that position for a moment or two.

“Oh it feels good in there” he remarked. Then pulled me further down the seat, allowing me to stretch out a little. He moved his body on top of mine and immediately began to fuck, his ass humping up and down at a nice easy steady pace. Fuck…fuck…fuck. His face was close to mine, traces of a faint smile. We were so close all he needed to do was close the last inch or so and kiss my lips. I could feel and smell his hot breath, along with traces of his aftershave. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but it would have felt like I was kissing my grandfather. For ten minutes we fucked, occasionally he would stop and I thought he’d cum, but off he would go again, fuck…fuck…fuck. He did this a few times, eventually he declared he was starting to get that feeling. Yes I’m gona cum he said, the pace getting faster and faster. Anyone watching from the outside would see the car rocking back and forth…no effort of imagination would be required to know what was going on inside.

“I’m cuming…oh god I’m cuming” the veins on his neck stood out his face turned red, his mouth formed an O and he let out a deep groan and grunt of pleasure “Ohhhhhh” I felt three squirts of warm fluid going inside me, he didn’t have to tell me he was cuming. He stayed there for a moment or two longer, then gave one final deep hard thrust and a final grunt “Uh!” then slowly pulled away.

I could see his cock was still relatively hard, but it would soon become soft. My pussy had done its job and taken the sting out of it. For the time being at least he would be feeling satisfied, but other men with similar feelings would be trolling the area, men looking for fulfillment just as George had…it was time to get back.

“Here” he said passing me a hand towel; “Clean yourself up and put your knickers back on”

I took the towel, wiping the excess mixture of our body fluids from my pussy. As I did so he pulled his jeans and shorts back up, buckled his belt, tucked his cock back inside and did up his zip.

“Thanks” I said handing him back the towel. I decided to find my knickers and put them back on outside the car, it was easier than struggling in the back seat. As I was stepping into them and pulling them up I noticed he was using the towel to wipe the leather upholstery down…obviously not wanting any stains to remain there.

Sitting in the front again he reached over to the glove box, took out his wallet and gave me the fifty dollars he owed for the fuck. Then he took another twenty dollars and stuffed it down my bra

“Here this is for you…not your pimp…understand?”

“Oh, Yes thanks…you don’t have to”

“Yes I do…I know pimps…take the lions share of the money whilst you girls do all the work for them”

“Well thanks” I said again.

“Look…let me give you some fatherly advice young girl…I know you won’t take a blind bit of notice…none of you ever do…but get out of this business…you seem a nice well educated lass…find a decent job…if you continue working this profession it’ll get in your blood, become part of you and you’ll not want to do anything else…that’s how it is. I know all the crims, the murders, the pedophiles and the girls in your profession…very few get away from it…you have to try and try hard…me once I became a cop it got into my blood, I never wanted to do anything else…take my advice young lass get out of it” then added “But I already know you won’t”

“Now the lecture is over…better get you back to work”

We said very little as he drove me back; he did a U turn and dropped me off right where he had picked me up.

“If you’re determined to continue…just be careful and good luck to you” he said before I got from the car.

“Yeah thanks George…you’re a nice guy” I reached over and kissed him on the cheek. It obviously embarrassed him, I’m sure he blushed. I closed the car door and watched him drive away.

Linda wasn’t there and the two patches either side were empty, obviously there were punters around. I didn’t feel quite as nervous now; having been with George gave me a little more confidence. Linda was right it was just like the times in the back of the jocks cars…only I was getting paid now. I started to strut my stuff as they say. Hips swaying provocatively. I waved to the cars on the other side, drawing attention to myself. On my side there was a guy hovering getting ready to approach me. I smiled at him trying to encourage him to come over. I heard the sound of a motor behind me. I turned to see a white van with sliding doors and two guys in side. When I turned back to see what the single guy was doing he’s was scurrying away, frightened off by the two men in the van.

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“Hey gorgeous, you available…come here” said the one in the passenger seat.

I sauntered over to him, but the more I saw of them and their van the less I liked.

“Here…right here” he said patting the side door.

I walked up and lent against the door. He put two fingers down the front of my bra, holding me alongside the door. I couldn’t push away.

He smiled a wicked smile. “Oh nice tits…very nice tits” he said as one of his fingers worked its way around one of my nipples. “She’s got nice tits Vic” he said addressing his friend the driver. “I just love a nice tit…I’m a tit man at heart” he replied laughing.

“How much do you charge love?” he asked

I ran through the charge rate.

“You could handle a blow job Vic couldn’t you…and then a fuck eh?”

“Yeah no problem…sounds good…she’s got nice lips and mouth…I bet her cunt is just as nice”

They both laughed. “So a blowjob and a fuck that’s seventy dollars eh?” the guy in the passenger seat asked.

“That’s each” I replied.

“Of course…of course…we have the money” he said and produced a bundle of dollar bills. “See we’re genuine customers”

I hesitated. I didn’t like their approach or scruffy appearance.

“What’s wrong hot lips we not good enough for you, is that it?”

“No…no not at all” I replied not wanting to antagonize them. I took a quick look around to see if any of the other girls had returned…I was alone.

Then the guy in the passenger seat said. “Here…here take a look at this” and proceeded to take his cock out, it was big and hard as he began to stroke it.

“See two of these…can you handle two of these love?”

“Of course I can” I replied indignantly

“A hundred a forty dollars for half an hours work that’s not bad eh…your pimp will be well pleased when you hand him his money”

“Um…I don’t know” I replied hesitantly.

“Oh come on honey we’re not as bad as we seem…really get in” he said, then reaching behind, unlocked and pushed the sliding door open for me.

On the floor there was a mattress and some old piles of clothing.

“See even a mattress for you”

Against my better judgment and intuition I started to climb into the van.

It all happened in a flash, the passenger guy had opened his door, raced to the side door and had pushed me in. I sprawled forward on to the mattress face down. He slammed the door shut behind him and threw himself on top of me, pinning me down he was shouting, “Go…go…Go” I heard the engine rev and the clashing of gears. The van shot forward a few feet then stopped, held up by the traffic. Before I could stop him he’d pulled my knickers down. Chaos prevailed, the second guy was screaming for the driver to get them out of here; the driver was revving the engine and shouting at the passing traffic to let them out. The second guy was pulling his zip down and still shouting, I felt the harness of his cock as he tried to force it between my legs and screaming “Open your legs bitch…open your fuck’n legs”. I was holding them tightly closed trying to plead with him.

Then the sliding door was being opened again and two of the girls were inside pounding the guy who was trying to fuck me, the attack was so intense he gave up and scurried to the back of the van for refuge, then they were helping me out the van and I was pulling my knickers back up. There was a verbal shouting war.

“Fuck off you fucking rat bags…you’re not wanted here” one of the girls was shouting

The guys were shouting back, the air was thick with foul language. In the end the two guys decided they were drawing too much attention… which they were, everyone in the street was standing watching the affray. They found a gap in the traffic and were gone.

“You all right honey?” asked one of the girls.

“Yes…yes…I think so”

“Good job we spotted them when we did…you would have got no money from them…they would have driven you out to the whap whap’s and raped you until they had, had their fill and I mean rape…then dropped you off miles away to let you walk back home…probably naked…they are a real piece of shit…never thought we’d see them back here…must have seen you were new to the strip”

“God thanks girls…it was stupid of me…I felt all along there was something wrong with them”

“Yeah always trust your instincts lass…you have to in this game”

By now Linda had returned, shocked and apologetic for what had happened.

“I should have warned you about them…but I never thought they would dare show their faces back here”

She then proceeded to tell me what had happened to three of the girls, had been duped into going with them, had been raped and left abandoned half naked or naked. No one was going to press charges…no one wanted the hassle or draw unwanted attention…the girls took care of it themselves.

They say that when you fall of your bike or horse you get straight back on and that’s precisely what I did. My next client was a walk along, which was a bit of a disaster. Took him down the back alley so that he could fuck me against the wall. He was stood there with his dick out, hard as hell, raring to go. I couldn’t get to wrapper off the condom…fiddled with it, dropped it in the dark and couldn’t find it. The client was getting stroppy at having to wait and despite my protests he went inside me bareback…two guys and two lots of cum…I hoped and prayed they were both clean…which they must have been because I’m still here and with a clean bill of health.

When Peter came to collect his money he asked how it had gone. I told him it had gone well. I neglected to tell him about the van episode, although he would probably already know. He never asked any further on the subject so I didn’t push it. I just put it down to experience.

“I told you it was easy didn’t I” he said

“Yes…yes you did”

“Think you’ll like being in the profession Lisa”

I thought back to what George had told me, that I should get out of it. “It’ll get into you’re blood” he’d said, I think it already had, then replied

“Yeah…yeah I think I will”

“That’s good…but I’ve got to say if you are going to work for me you’ll need to work a little harder…the other girls took quite a bit more than you…to be crude and blunt about it…you’ll have to get your knickers up and down a big faster…do you think you can do that for me Lisa?”

It felt like I was back in school receiving a reprimand from the head master. I was disappointed myself and I wanted to prove to him I was as good as any of the others.

“Yes…yes I can boss” I replied, knowing it was the van incident that had slowed me down. I just had to sharpen up and that would come with experience.

As the week progressed, I became more and more confident. My dress, walk and stance oozed sex for sale. My experience with the van put me on my guard…if I didn’t feel comfortable with the guy I was talking to, I would not get in with him. Walking traffic was not such a big problem as you were never too far away from the other girls. The biggest risk was getting into cars, once in; the guy could take you anywhere. If it was a car I had them drive to the builders site. I always thought of it, as a safe place the reality was that it wasn’t any safer than anywhere else. You were always only as safe as the guy you were with…if he happened to turn out to be a head case…well?

My week was soon up and I was going to miss it all. Now folks might be saying how could you possibly miss doing a job like that. Well that’s how I saw it, just a job and I’d had fun doing it. Like all jobs there were good times and not so good times. I couldn’t imagine working in a super market on the cash out or in a shop, attending to rude customers, sometimes waiting for long boring periods for the next customer to come in.

Certainly these other jobs were less risky and did not pose a health risk (The possibility of catching AIDS and other affiliated diseases) but the use of condoms was one way of reducing the risk and in general, being clean and careful. I was also going to miss the camaraderie of the girls, they were a great bunch to mix with and I will never forget them for the way they came to my rescue that night with the van and when Peter handed me an envelope containing $1500, it hadn’t been a bad week, tax free, three times the money I would have earned at say Burger King for the same hours…yes call it danger money.

When Peter said “I don’t have a spot for you here Lisa…Jennifer’s back next week. I can offer you a spot down by the docks. I was bitterly disappointed and the area didn’t appeal to me. He said he’d put me on stand by and would I have any objections to working in a massage parlour.

I told him I had no objections at all and for a while I worked part time for him doing fill-ins. Times when other girls were having their periods or reporting sick.

Then the call came to my house, I’d told Peter he could phone anytime just ask for me. Sister Sara was away most of the time and mother would not ask too many if any questions.

“Got a request from one of the ships Lisa…they are having a party and want me to organize a few party girls…willing party girls…you know what I mean…I thought if you were interested and willing I’d include you in…$200 for the night…they will provide the drink”

It sounded like a fun night. I’d observed “Crew Parties” on dad’s ship before and knew what to expect. They could get…. well… rather boisterous and I wanted to please Peter at the same time.

“Yes…yes count me in” I replied there was a pause.

“It’s a Korean ship…you got any objections?”

“No…no that will be fine” I replied. After all Peter was of Asian origin, how could I object?

Peter had secured a contract, perhaps contract is the wrong word, a strong agreement for “Party Girls” and being a “Party Girl” for seamen and visiting ships was to become a regular position for me. I preferred it to street walking for a living. With Peter having connections Asian wise, most ships I visited were from Asian ports…Korean, Taiwanese Japan etc

With my own nautical background and connections it suited me just fine. I knew all about ships. I was about to become a “Groupie”, a “Shippie” or whatever phraseology that was used

……………………… To be continued

**** (I was a little reluctant to write this part, but thought perhaps I should include it. Any girl contemplating on a “Career” in prostitution should be very aware that it is fraught with many different dangers and there is a very intense stigma that goes with it, also this experience of mine is just one example, fortunately it was the worst encounter I have ever had, there were others but not as bad. I was with Peter Chang for three years and have to say he was a pretty good pimp, and instrumental in shaping my career, having heard the stories and experiences of other girls and their pimps. At nineteen I left the area and found employment in the hotel industry…but still continued as a hooker in the evenings, eventually becoming a full time Escort working for an agency and eventually an independent Escort. I retired from the industry five years ago when I met Dave. I’m not the silly naïve girl of yesteryear. The three years with Peter Chang was perhaps my introduction, my apprenticeship you might say. It was a time for learning, as always maturity comes with time. My skirts are a little longer. When I left the area, I took employment in the hotel industry, working from a massage parlour at night, whenever I paid a visit to a client I was more business like in my dress. I’ve revisited the area I used to frequent and see nothing has changed, young girls, short, short skirts, showing plenty of tit, bum and thigh, I shudder to think that used to be me…and I thought I was so cool.

I must add that probably 90% of girls don’t make it as I did and some of their stories are tragic…so please think before you embark upon such a career…but as I didn’t listen to George, I doubt many will listen to me. Linda and I have remained good friends even though she and I are in different parts of the globe. She has made a good career for herself and like me went on to Escort Agencies, she now owns and runs her own. Linda’s sister is somewhere in Canada and I believe still in the business)***

I would also like to thank the Salvation Army for the support it gives to the girls of our profession, never once did they castigate us or condemn us. They were ever supportive when any were in need…their support is ever appreciated.

Thanks

Lisa