About Me
Yeah, I’m that girl you knew or maybe knew of in high school. The one who moved to town in the middle of the year, who lived in a trailer on the wrong side of town with just her dad. The one who got tits and hips before the other girls, whose clothes were never quite right. I’m the one you heard the stories about, the one whose phone number was handed around. The one all the guys took out but never dated. Round heels, town bike, anyone’s fuck whatever they called me in your town, that was me.
I really was a sweet naive girl to start with. I thought if I had sex with a boy it meant he loved me and we were dating. I really thought the senior class president meant it when he said he loved me so it was okay for him to put his hand in my panties and that the quarterback was serious about going to prom if I would just suck his cock for him, just this once. Duh. I didn’t have a mamma to tell me different, I just wanted to fit in and be liked. I was liked all right, but never fit in.
I didn’t finish high school. Yup, got knocked up senior year so I dropped out. I knew who the dad was, I think, but was too scared to say. Anyway, who would’ve believed me? Daddy kicked me out and I went to work waitressing at the diner. The old man who owns the diner was real good to me and rented me the trailer out back, gives me a cut on rent for the occasional “favor”.
I work at the local beer bar too some nights when they need help. Sometimes, I take a guy home for the night. That’s the thing of it, I really like men and I really, really like sex. You’d think i;d be soured on guys getting nothing but sorry from them all these years, but I;m not. I have fun, but I always end up falling for the wrong guys. I have a weakness for the bad boys and a soft spot for those married men saying their wives don’t understand them. I know, sucker.
So I’m still here waiting tables and wiping down the bar, smoking my menthols in the alley on my break and hooking up with the wrong guys. I’ve made up my mind I want out. I want a better life and a new start somewhere, maybe like a city where I can be anyone. For that I need money. Fucking around got me here, so it should get me out too. Time to look out for me. No more giving it away, no more thinking this time the guy really likes me, no more BS. If you want it, then you are going to pay for it pure and simple. As long as you’re paying then we can have some fun and do anything you want. Call and see just how fun it can be.
