Rene and Me

over their head and food on their table. Businesswomen were sleeping with their bosses in order move up the corporate ladder and girls were
sucking and screwing their boyfriends just so they could be chosen Prom Queen or just for an occasional Happy Meal. To me it seemed to be
all the same thing and I decided why be hypocritical about it. I decided I would become a whore.

I knew that if was going to be a whore I wasn't going to be a cheap, street walking, drug addicted whore. I was determined to become a
classy, educated, independent and very expensive whore. It turned out to be a bit more work than I'd expected. Over the next few years I used
my "investment consulting" business as a means to find and cultivate the clientele I was interested in acquiring. I discovered that there happened
to be more, well to do executive types interested in occasionally spending an afternoon or evening with a T Girl. Who would have thought it? I
guess in retrospect I should not have been so surprised. It seems that there are plenty of middle aged men who are so bored with their lame
mundane sex lives at home that they are willing to pay generously to experience the kind of sex they can't get at home.
I have have always been extremely careful with regard to who I'll agree to accept as a "client" and I now I rely heavily almost exclusively
on referrals. Today I remain fiercely independent and I am financially comfortable and able to support my champagne lifestyle. But it wasn't always
this way.

Perhaps that was what attracted me to Rene. The night I met him it was obvious that he was quite wealthy, well educated, physically
attractive,charming and terribly good looking. Especially for a man of 60. I suspect that at that time I was envisioning Rene as a potential
"Sugar Daddy".
Being protective of my independence, I never really wanted a "sugar daddy" type relationship. At least not for any extended period of time.
However I thought some time of relationship with Rene might provide just the type of financial support I needed until my prostitution business
became more profitable. The scent of monetary reward coupled with the lure of his mysterious invitation is what drew me toward him. I suspected
that he might have a sadomasochistic side to him but never realized that it was as overwhelming as it turned out to be.