True Story: I Fucked For Money

This is a true story. If it weren’t true it might be more interesting but I wanted to write something that has it’s value in being completely true…
I’m only changing names.


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My boyfriend was out with his friends at the bar, since I wasn’t 21 I couldn’t join them. I was sitting at home completely alone and drinking wine. I was on the internet looking at porn starting to be get pretty tipsy and pretty horny. I have no idea why, but I posted a CL ad offering to fuck for money. The emails started pouring in….so much more than I expected. I live in a relatively small midwestern city….a college town though.

I weeded through the emails, drinking more as I did, and selected what I thought seemed like the most legitimate candidate. He left a telephone number to text in the email and I replied telling him it would be $100. I had no idea how much to charge…but I remembered that Julia Roberts charged $100 in Pretty Woman, so I did the same. My make-up was already done, I was dressed in denim shorts and a dark purple v-neck, my black hair was shining and bobbed, and my pussy had been freshly shaved earlier in the day.

I started to drink more and faster in an attempt to drown out my nervousness. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this…but I was curious for the experience…the thrill of fucking some stranger for money. I definitely couldn’t have gone through with it if I weren’t drunk.

The man was referring to me as ‘baby’ through the texts, and I gave him the address of a nearby street corner…I was paranoid of anyone seeing me get in the car with some man. I paced around for awhile, gulping wine until I knew I should start walking down to the corner. It was around midnight at this point and I left the house and started walking down the street. It was dark but in mid summer and very warm.

I got to the appointed corner and stood around for a minute or two until a car pulled up and asked me if I was Rena, the fake name I had decided to go by. I walked up to the car, opened the door and got in.

I surprised myself with how talkative I was being…I tried to remember things about hookers I had read in pulp fiction novels and stuff..that I should be friendly and comfortable seeming….eager to please.