Two hundred for blow jobs, five hundred for straight sex, fifteen hundred for my ass. I am a rather ordinary working mom and wife. That kind of money was foreign to me. My friend Jill and I went to Atlantic City this past weekend and like we always do we share our take at the end of the weekend, usually a couple of hundred dollars if we have been lucky. We didn't leave the suite for three days and after thirty-three blow jobs, nineteen fucks, and seven unprotected anal poundings we shared just under thirty thousand dollars with tips. What started as a smartass remark turned into a wild weekend. All of them were part of the same convention and men just coming to our suite. I have never done anything remotely similar, though to be honest, I wouldn't mind doing it again.