Chantelle

The other day, one of the girls who used to work with Annette dropped in. I had met her once before. She is an exceptionally pretty girl with long dark hair and works in an up-market place. She always seems to think herself better than me.

This day, she particularly annoyed me as she talked to me about being a “courtesan” and talking almost as if she were providing a social service. I got so annoyed that I went to the other extreme and said that I was a “hooker” or “whore” and I fucked for money.

She then told me with her clients, the most important thing was to maintain a “mystique” and they valued slow polite sessions in which they could talk about what worried them. I said “not for me – I couldn’t create a mystique after all my clients were going to see my tits and cunt and fuck me and that’s what they really wanted – if they wanted to unload their problems, they’d see a shrink.”

Chantelle was getting more and more annoyed at me but she persisted. She said that she always tried to be elegant even when she was waiting between clients.

I was sitting in the couch but I lay back spreading my legs and letting a bit of tit show, looking as slovenly as I could and said “I can’t be elegant – how can you been elegant when sucking off a man or riding his cock.”

She then sneered that probably I liked having sex with lots of men – she preferred a few quality clients. I said “I like fast fucks and lots of them – good business and I get off on all those cocks. Don’t you like the fucking?”

Chantelle was so angry and said “it’s different for you Asians – you just naturally have sex like rabbits – that’s why there are so many of you.”

Annette had been out at the start of the conversation but she had been back for a while and had seemed quietly amused by how I had been teasing Chantelle but now she got suddenly very angry and said “never insult my lover like that – maybe she was teasing you but keep your nasty racist words to yourself –now get out of Grace’s house” and marched her right out.

I probably was a bit too much but I hate being talked down to by “high-class” whores and although I said these things in an offensive manner I do think most of these things: I am a whore not a courtesan and I fuck for money as well as enjoying the cocks. I am not classy – I am a slut who spreads her legs and lets guys fuck her. I am not a counsellor and I do not really want to hear my clients’ problems – I hear enough without asking and so many of them actually distress me – the loneliness, the marital collapses, the fears and the sense of failure of these men could be heart-breaking if I let myself be too open to it. I can’t solve all the problems of my clients but what I try to give is an enjoyable fuck session.


Friday 23 January 2009 - 09:45PM (EST)