Flexibility

Some people at employment agencies say it's all about 'being flexible' these days. I agree: that is just what whoring yourself out is all about. Forget about self-esteem, forget about good working conditions or a decent pension plan. Just pick your street corner and get started!

A similar thing goes for being a stripper. Strippers do have fixed working hours though, a clearly defined and regulated work environment and some basic safety at the workplace.
Here the flexibility is mostly the physical part of the job: you have to be able to bend your limbs into all sorts of corners. Having some muscle and not too much fat helps too.

If you look at the poses that a stripper ends up in, it's not hard to imagine a career in stripping and one in prostitution can be combined easily. You don't want to start counting the men even who would like to f*** a stripper at least once.

And I can assure you: if she's into it, you're not in for a disappointment! Being flexible and able to move easily is sometimes what it's all about.

As about the kind of 'flexibility' that employers ask for: fuck them.

Beach party at Trashy Whore Trailer Park

There was a party tonight at Trashy Whore Trailer Park. I don't know who had the idea to do a beach party in January, but was lots of fun at the seaside anyways. I hope I will be able to make it to the next party they organise!

The trashiest tart in Town

I went to the monthly party at Suzi's last night. There was a contest, themed "DRUNK DRUGGED DOWN & DIRTY". Everybody was supposed to look trailer trash style: in bad condition with bad clothes. Guess who won?

The Good Old Days

Sometimes I long for the good old days, when being a street hooker didn't mean hours and hours of pointless loitering. Oh boy, what am I telling myself? It has always been like this. Waiting for a lucky guy with some spare cash who wants to use me for his daily deposit of cum.

But then, what can I say? The feeling won't stay. After a while there's always a guy that bursts the bubble of pity. Someone nice, who bends me over his desk or facefucks me while his wife is taking the kids for a stroll in the park.

What can I say? I like all men, as long as they pay.

The zombie and the pumpkin

It's nearly Halloween and more people seem to be preparing for this greatest of holidays than ever. The gentleman I am now talking with claims I took his virginity. I find it hard to believe: would a zombie munch a pumpkin?

 

On the other hand, my dear readers, you know me: I would be munched by anything, if it pays my bills. ;-)

On a vacation

So I took a little vacation. I needed it. Having sex for money costs a lot of energy. The good part is of course it helps to keep the body in shape. It's much easier to get sex that way. ;-)
But that's not what I'm after on my vacation. Unless they really have to offer me something, I am just going to play with myself. And no, they can't watch.

Waiting at the docks

What do you do when nothing happens? Nothing. I just hang out at the docks today, waiting for some sailor to pick me up. Or a rich guy with a yacht, who is in need of company..