I did not know that my first john would set the stage for any other lover I took in life my very first night out. It had been hot; the stifling sour air was so thick it seemed to weigh on my shoulders making every step I took in my sleaziest five inch heels torture to take.
The stench of urine and random funk from what I imagined had been a thousand vagrants wafted on the air served to remind me that I was not out on a late night stroll. He had pulled up beside me as I stopped to adjust my impossibly short mini dress.
"What's on the menu tonight doll?" He asked through a choking plume of cigarette smoke. As I came in closer to the car leaning my head into the window with all the seductive charm I could muster, Candi's first lesson hit me hard.
"No matter what Baby J, smile, be nice, and most of all, be into your John. He's your bread and butter. Remember that..." She'd said while smoothing my hair behind my ears.
As my only friend, and mentor in the art of prostitution's words reverberated in my head I suppressed the urge to gag as beneath the stench of one cigarette smoked after another, I caught a whiff of what had to be the nastiest gut rot ever created permeating through the man's pores. So I forced myself to smile harder, and leaned in closer still. He needed me, and I needed his money.
"The menu?" I questioned fidgeting with the top of my dress.
"Looks like I got me a newbie huh?" He chuckled leering at my tits while his slimy tongue coated his thinnish pink lips with slaver. "What are you offering, and how much do you want Doll?" he slurred lighting another cigarette never taking his eyes off of my chest while he waited for me to answer.
"Common Gal, I ain't got all night here, I got cash." He said pulling the biggest roll of money I had ever seen from his coat pocket.
"U-Uhm ... yeah, it's fifty for head and a hundred if you wanna get laid." I muttered while trying not to cringe as he licked his lips again. "And I don't kiss on the mouth!" I sputtered in my one moment of clarity.
John number one sat back in his seat taking a long drag on his cigarette while he scrutinized my every curve. With no warning he undid his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock and began stroking it to life right in front of me. I had not known I had averted my eyes in shock at his brazen action until I found myself staring at a wad of grayish chewing gum clinging to the street.
Needing to be anywhere but on that curb negotiating the sale of the one thing that ever truly belonged to me I tried desperately to focus on the person who had dropped the once sugary confection. I pondered where they had been, and where they had gone since. I wondered if they had discarded the gum because it had become nothing more than a tasteless mass of rubber, or if they had to spit it out for the sake of courtesy. No one wants to carry on a conversation with someone chewing gum like a cow chewing its cud after all.
"And you're shy too. I like that. $150 huh?" his words seemed to drip with the same goo he continuously coated his barely their lips with. "Hop in Baby." He half growled pushing a wad of cash at me. I hesitated only a second before snatching the money from his hand as I climbed into the seat beside him. Flicking his lit cigarette into the night air he peeled off from the curb before I even had my seat belt on.
"I want my blow job before we get to the motel." He bit out grabbing me by the hair and forcing my mouth towards his musty crotch.
"Hey ... W-wait!" I cried as I tried to pull myself free of his hold.
"Shut up! I ain't payin' you to talk bitch." He snarled as he forced himself into my mouth making me gag. "No teeth Girl ..." He breathed as with reluctance I went to work. I wondered if he felt my tears fall onto his thighs.
I wondered if he cared at all. I did not have long to find out whether or not he cared however. As the car slowed to a stop in front of what I assumed was where he was staying his grabby hands twisted and snaked themselves into my hair with more tenderness than I thought the horrid man capable of. His touch, right then was more like the touch of a lover than that of a sleazy deviant. He stroked and petted my hair as he cooed and moaned his pleasure into the pungent air of the cramped vehicle.
"I-I ... O-oo god, y-yeah baby, I'm gonna come!" he stuttered. When I made to remove myself from his member not wanting him to finish in my mouth his hand closed into a tight fist tangling itself in the tendrils of my hair with cruel intent and he shoved his crotch up at me driving his cock into my throat.
"Uhh uh Darlin', y-you started this and you are gonna finish!" his words sounded like those of a strangling man as his breath came quick and shallow in his sinful ecstasy. I had not realized until it was too late that like air feeds a flame my struggles only stoked his arousal. He did not let go of my hair until he began to soften in my mouth. And as soon as I was free of him it was all I could do to get the car door open before the vilest foulest vomit flew from my mouth splashing onto the pavement.
Each wretch that ripped through my body punctuated the fact that in that very moment I was no longer sweet little, all American, 4.0 GPA, graduated at the top of her class, Jasmyn Lynn Trapper. No standing on wobbly legs beside his rusty Cracker Jack box of a car, in front of some shit hole motel puking my guts out, I was Baby J, hooker extraordinaire. And looking down on me with apathy, a cigarette dangling from between his lips, stood a partially satisfied stranger, my very first trick.
"You didn't have to do that to me you bastard..." I coughed out.
"Let's see, I gave you $150." He said ignoring my rebuke." Seems like I still have some service due me baby girl ..." He said with a sinister grimace. Shocked into silence that he expected more I found the cash he had given me. With trembling hands I separated a smooth one hundred dollar bill from the fifty and shoved it into his face.
