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hotel
room.
     
    Annabelle is 20 years old
with long, smooth brown hair and tan skin. She has dark eyes that
seem mature for her years, high cheekbones, and pouty lips. Her
beauty is obvious and I’m not surprised she has chosen a profession
that depends on it. She is wearing a short, satin nightie and high
heels. We sit on the bed and I see she is not wearing underwear
when she crosses her legs Indian-style. I dive right in.
     
    “Let’s start from the
beginning. What was your childhood like?” I ask.
     
    “Pretty normal. My parents
are still together. I have a couple of siblings. They think I am an
exotic dancer. That has caused enough scandal so I don’t think I’ll
ever tell them the truth.”
     
    “Where are you
from?”
     
    “Sarasota, Florida. It’s
pretty nice. I didn’t like the humidity so it was a welcome change
to come here where it’s so dry.”
     
    “ Well—getting right to the
point. How did you get to be a prostitute?”
     
    “I dropped out of college.
The financial aid ran out with the economy. I was going to get a
degree in psychology. I’m not sure what I would do with it. I have
always been fascinated by different kinds of people. And this job
definitely lets me meet a lot of different kinds of people, that’s
for sure.”
     
    “But selling your body for
sex—how did you get to that from dropping out of college? That
seems like quite a leap,” I ask.
     
    “I guess so. It doesn’t seem
so weird to me. I just really enjoy sex. And I always had my share
of guys to give it to me. Of course, they loved that—a girl who
loves sex. And some of them would give me gifts or promise me
things, especially older men.”
     
    “You dated older
men?”
     
    “Yeah, not till a couple of
years ago. I was 18. They were easier to be around in many ways but
then all condescending, too. It got to where I really enjoyed the
sex and the gifts and didn’t want to give that up. But I’m not a
settle down type of girl. I like exploring people. And with the
gifts came expectations of being a guy’s girlfriend or arm candy or
something. That just wasn’t for me. [She looks down, fiddling with
her hands.] I guess it is for me. I just make a lot more money
now.
     
    “That’s how I started, as an
escort. It was a legit escort business in Miami. They warned us
against having sex and said we would be fired if we did. It went
on, of course, but they had to pretend like they didn’t know about
it. I think I would have been happy there but then one of my
regulars fell in love with me. That’s the problem with being an
escort. The money is pretty good but there is a lot of time
together that isn’t spent having sex. You are basically on a
date.
     
    “So he fell in love and I
didn’t. He gave me an ultimatum to quit and be with him where I
would be taken care of or he would get me fired. Can you believe
his nerve? What an asshole! An entitled asshole. I told him off and
then he called my boss and told her we had been sleeping together
for some time and he was paying me for it and that I said the boss
said that was okay. She didn’t want to fire me. I was a good
earner. But she had no choice. It’s not legal there in Florida. But
I learned my lesson and moved here to Nevada,” she said.
     
    “Where you can’t be fired
for having sex for money?”
     
    “Right. Where I could
possibly be fired for not having sex with a client. Probably
wouldn’t happen here, but at other places,” Annabelle
says.
     
    [She licks her finger and
begins gingerly rubbing her clit. Her clit, pussy lips, and finger
are right there for me to see since we are sitting across from each
other and her legs are loosely crossed.]
     
    “Do you mind if I touch
myself a little? I blocked off a couple of hours for this
interview. I would normally be having some kind of sex right now
and my body is used to cumming almost every hour,” she asks
seductively.
     
    [She scoots a little closer
to me while fingering herself. I can