Chapter 18 -- RICE-A-RONI IS NOT THE ONLY SAN FRANCISCO TREAT
(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "
As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)
The next morning seem to come and go. I never heard my parents ready for work. Neither my mother or father knocked on my door. This was actually a good thing; it meant they never heard me stumble into bed and had no idea how late I had been out.
I had silenced my phone before going to bed, so the phone didn't wake me either. It was the clattering of Lucy's paws against the patio sliding glass door that woke me.
At the sound I opened my eyes. My room was bright with sunshine and I looked at my clock; it was after 10:00. I never had any intention of sleeping as late as I did. But considering all that had happened during the previous 24 hours, it was a wonder that I did not sleep until midnight.
Our non-air conditioned home was hot as ever and I threw my covers off, guilty from the neglect of Lucy. I stood from my bed and looked down at my sheets. There was a stain where cum had drained from my pussy during my sleep.
Not bothering to dress, I walked downstairs and out to the back yard so I could feed a very hungry Lucy. As usual, she didn't seem to care that I was naked. As I gathered her bowls I looked up toward Pete's window. His home looked lifeless and empty. I wondered how long he might have waited for his morning show only to be disappointed. Not to worry, I knew there would be future shows for him to enjoy.
I found that like Lucy, I was starved. I had not eaten too much the day before and rifled through the refrigerator for any leftovers I could consume.
With a full stomach, I decided to shower to help jump start my day.
The shower was more than refreshing. I bathed myself inside and out. As I cleaned my pussy and ass I realized that my private areas were not tender in the slightest; another reminder that my body was built for sex.
After showering, I checked my phone. The messages had piled up and I decided to return some phone calls. I was able to schedule four appointments at the motel room. I no longer gave bareback fucks as an option. But I did let the clients know that anal was on the menu. The first was scheduled for 12:00. I would likely be able to finish the fourth appointment by 6:00.
I considered my wardrobe and realized that eventually I was going to need to improve my sexy clothes. One by one I went through my current assortment of clothes. I chose tops that were tight, translucent or a combination of both and earmarked them for "work attire". I didn't have too many short skirts or dresses, but chose some that were the shortest.
I surveyed my selection and came up with a combination that would be perfect for walking the street that night. I debated about shoes and considered sneakers. But when I considered that I really had not needed to walk too much the night before, there would be no reason not to wear heels. So I chose to wear the shoes that Mae had given me.
For my ride to the motel, I chose another combination that was also sexy, but maybe not quite as revealing as my nighttime apparel. I got dressed and did my makeup while I waited for my taxi to arrive.
I had just finished getting ready and my phone rang. It was Dipper.
"Hey babe, did I wake you?"
"No, but I did sleep a little too long. Only got up about an hour ago. Waiting for my cab to arrive."
He asked, "So, do you have any incalls?"
I said, "Yeah, I have four. Should be done around 6:00. Should we go around then?"
Dipper said, "No, that's too early, need for it to be dark first. Why don't you take another call and we'll get going around 7:00."
I said, "Ok. I can return some more calls."
He asked, "So how much will you get for those incalls?"
I said, "At least 3 each, could be a little more, but probably 3."
"So, you'll probably make 15 by the time I pick you up?"
I said, "No, I'll make 1125, you'll make 375."
He said, "Good at sex and good at math. You're a keeper."
The taxi pulled up to my house and I told Dipper I would see him around 7:00 and hung up the phone.
I grabbed my backpack full of supplies and locked the door behind me.
Once in the cab I made a few more phone calls and scheduled the last commitment. Finished with the call I looked at the cab driver through the mirror. He was Indian and I asked, "How good is your English." He simply replied, "Good enough" and smiled at me knowingly.
I arrived at the motel a few minutes before noon, and my first appointment was punctual.
Unlike at the bank the previous day, my fucks were more enjoyable and no quickies. Not that anyone lasted an hour, but none of the fucks were five minutes either.
The day flew by and the fifth appointment ended a few minutes before 7:00. All five appointments were vaginal sex which grossed $1,500.00. It was certainly a fatter earning than street walking, but it lacked the rush of walking on the street; yes, I liked the street walking.
Moments after my last appointment left, my phone rang. It was Dipper. Apparently he was in the parking lot and asked, "Was that your last appointment?" I told him it was and he asked if he could come up; a request I was not going to deny him. When my guest left I was still naked and knowing that Dipper was on his way gave me no reason to get dressed again.
He knocked on the door and I let him inside. I looked down and saw the guys sitting in the front seats and I waved to them and closed the door.
Dipper asked, "So how was your day?"
I answered, "Just as I thought. Five appointments, three each."
All five had paid me in hundred dollar bills. I counted out four hundred and handed it to Dipper. I felt there was no reason to make change or quibble over twenty-five dollars. He took it from me without recounting it.
He looked at me and licked his lips and said, "Let me taste your pussy."
I climbed onto the edge of the bed. He peeled off his shirt and I pulled down his sweats. Naked, he climbed onto the bed with me. He came up next to me and we embraced in a kiss. It was the first of many truly sensual kisses that I would exchange with him.
As we kissed, I fondled his hard-on and he played with my pussy. His lips released from me and he worked his way down between my legs, burying his tongue inside me. It was incredible. I knew as a pimp, he had likely fucked more than his share of women, but I guessed that during that week I had probably met or surpassed his number of partners. But he was an artist between my legs and he knew it.
He came up for air once and said, "You've been a good girl. Your pussy taste sweet and cum free." He went back to making love to my pussy with his tongue.
I loved how he was making me feel and I expressed my satisfaction with a body-shaking orgasm.
