Rene and Me

I recently wrote of my introduction and first encounter with Rene. At this time I would like to expand upon my relationship
with Rene and reveal certain details related to how the relationship evolved.
When I first met Rene that night at the museum benefit I must admit I was instantly attracted to him. At the time I was finding it
a little difficult to make enough money to support my somewhat lavish lifestyle which seems to grow more costly every minute.
Up to this point I had yet to amass anything faintly resembling the "client list" that I now have today. I was very particular about what type
of "client" I was interested in cultivating I had already come to the realization that sex was the way I intended to support myself. I been
dispensing sexual favors as a means to acquire the things I wanted, but on a much smaller and basically part time basis, since I was in college.

Once I'd discovered that something as simple as a blow job could get me a free dinner, a pizza, a tank of gas or some clothing at the Mall
I was hooked. Gradually I branched out in search of bigger and richer rewards. When it came time to pay my tuition I would spend a few
nights hanging out in the cocktail lounge of a hotel about 40 miles from the University. It was heavily frequented by visiting business types and
consequently it was rather easy to pick up horny corporate executives looking for a good cock sucking or a one night stand.In fact, I spent so
much time there that the bartender and waitress and I became quite friendly. When they saw me coming they would often greet me by saying
"Hey Chrissie, must need tuition time again." The money was easy and the hours weren't all that bad either. I gradually came to realization that
I was born to be a whore. Once I got used to the idea everything else just followed. It never really bothered me selling my body once I rationalized
that in fact that was exactly what, in one way or another, other women were doing everyday. Wives were fucking their husbands to keep a roof