My older sister, she is 12 years older than me always had money and she drove a nice car. We lived the poor part of town and there were not that many nice cars where we lived. Her car wasn't new, but it was nice. When I got to be around fourteen, sixteen, seventeen I heard rumors about my sister. She had a boyfriend. She worked at this club. She was a stripper, a whore, a prostitute.
Well one day my best friend and I decided to go see where my sister worked. We got on the subway and got off at the street and we found the club. She worked at a Cabaret. She was a dancer, a stripper and a hooker and she worked for this man, her pimp. We didn't' discover that on that day, we discovered that over many days. When I confronted her she told me that I always liked my birthday gifts so shut up.
My sister was a prostitute.
I finished high school and with my friend we got jobs working at this hotel close to downtown as maids with a recommendation from my mother. There were lots of maids just like us, and some were maids who dated the guests. We learned how to spot them and the management didn't care. After a year of that job we went and got a job downtown as sales clerks in Macy's. We made more money as maids but we liked the work better. We rented our own apartment and got up at five to be downtown and at work by nine. We spent all our money, we also got Macy's credit cards and we both ran up large bills.
One day my sister called and she met me downtown at this restaurant around the corner from nowhere and she told me that if I wanted she could get me a job at the club. I could make real money there, I had the body for it and guys liked small and natural because guys always liked to fuck girls that looked fourteen. She said I didn't have to turn tricks, just dance and push drinks. I could make lots of money. She was now the talent manager at the club and I was her first recruit. My best friend was her second recruit. We started out working the lunch crowd and made more money in tips than we ever did working as a maid.
It never bothered me to walk around half naked, topless in the club. Some girls were pros, you could tell and we learned by watching them. My sister made sure we got good stations where the businessmen came and she was right, fourteen was what we sold and if they got fresh I would tell them that I wasn't into cock and pointed to my girlfriend and tell them that I was strictly a pussy girl. It worked and I got good tips, my friend played the role and we got the reputation of being a couple of pussy girls in the club. At night, when we made it to the night shift the money rolled in. My sister got her cut and the club got its cut and we got 30 percent. If we wanted to make more money we had to suck cock.
So we sucked cock, my sister made the arrangements and we went to the customer and sucked cock. We made a lot of money for being nineteen. The split was the same, we kept 30 percent. When we started sucking cock we started seriously eating pussy. Cock was for money, pussy was for the heart. What we said when we were working the tables when we started turned out to be true.
When we had put away two hundred thousand dollars we decided to leave and go live in L.A. In L.A. the money ran out and we had to go back to work. My sister called a friend who called a friend and we got a job working for one of the better clubs. You just need the money and working as a maid in a hotel doesn't pay. In L.A. we didn't know anyone so we just hit the town as a couple of lesbian Nuyorican's from the Bronx. Playing fourteen at nineteen worked but not at twenty five, we sucked cock for money, we fucked for money, we danced for money, my sister fixed it so we had protection and he got 50%, he took care of the club.
One morning I got home and my girlfriend was waiting for me with a hot cup of soup, she undressed me and massaged me with warm oils ate my pussy and told me that we had to quit. That was the end. We had money saved and we moved back to the Bronx and got jobs working as hostesses for the club where my sister was the assistant manager and stayed off the floor and out of the offices and bedrooms of men who came looking for a girl to fuck. We have our own money but not enough to buy our own apartment, my sister reminds us that there is never enough.
I am a pussy girl, I have been a stripper, a prostitute but like my sister we never went on the streets, strictly through the club, I suck cock. But when I get home I am strictly a pussy girl, pussy is for the heart.
