There’s this stupid reporter that’s been bugging me, he’s one of my customers, whatever, don’t judge, I’m a prostitute, yeah! So what? I didn’t just have it as a goal when I was growing up, duuh! I’m just one of the few with stories behind their actions, not one of the best resolutions but I had no choice, I was broken, everything I had fantasized about torn away from me within the inkling of an eye, I wasn’t even let to enjoy life or see happiness, first my parents, then the only person I thought could offer me succour used and dumped me.
Anyways let’s move away from the mushy, emotional part of my story. I was a prostitute, a different kind that offered a different type of service… I had a fetish that was having anal sex, well I could take it in both holes and most men liked that, then I am a submissive, I did whatever they asked me to do. Don’t judge yet, wait for the story. I feel so much pain within, like I’m being crushed by a heavy machine…
Stacy I heard, I opened my eyes and I see this reporter well he’s basically the only one I have on planet earth, he was my customer but he claims he’s fallen in love with me, what is love? I don’t think I understand what he means by love, was it not this same love that got me here, I was in love when it all started right, I tell myself.
Maybe I was the one who was in love but the one whom I loved had something else in mind, to make me his slave, the beck and call girl and oh those times I was blinded with the words ‘I love you’, I wanted to please my lover, my support so I thought… Stacy do this, you know I love you, Stacy do that you know I love you, Stacy open up for him you know I love you, Stacy let’s try this, you know I love you… those were his normal statements until they changed to Stacy you’re a slut, why is your vagina so wide, you’re sleeping with other men, you’re not my type and it finally came to Stacy leave my house, I don’t want to ever see you again, you whore.
I became an illiterate, dirty, smelling whore… by the way I’m an orphan and I was cohabiting with my lover. At the end I was thrown out, with nowhere to go, no money and no one to run to. I was on the streets with a dirty body, very low self-esteem, and dirty life. I refused to feel anything anymore, I blocked out all emotions and I joined the streams of girls on the streets.
I decided to venture out into BDSM the new in thing, girls were afraid to do it and I made extra cash by also involving in anal sex so I saved up money, got myself a house and I set up my BDSM centre, well I was the submissive.
I felt there was no more to life or even my body, whatever wanted to happen have happened. I started out my new way of making money, to be honest it wasn’t easy, I felt pains, sometimes I enjoyed it, but in all it was the money, I didn’t know why I was doing this but I did it anyway, I was dirty after all…
On the other hand, there was this emptiness that came with wealth, all I ever did with the money was looking good, getting equipment for the betterment of my customers, go for tests. I was dirty right, nobody cared, no one was there to ask after me, if I was happy, sad, no one to listen to me, I was all alone in this cruel world, all alone!!.
Then there came this reporter and my sickness also started. The reporter had frequented my place a number of time but he never touched me, all he ever did was to lay with him and he would cuddle till we slept off, maybe he needed closure just as I did, it was always pleasant having him around at the end he still paid for services I didn’t even render.
I began looking forward to seeing him;I even stopped receiving customers… I had enough money to take me through life again but I lacked happiness, then my sickness began and I found out I had anal cancer and leukaemia. I didn’t know how I felt but I know I was broken and I was defeated, money isn’t everything after all, money couldn’t save me neither could it bring me peace or joy.
The next time I opened my eyes I was in the hospital, with my reporter by my side, how could he even stay, I perceived the stench coming from me but he stayed smiling as he saw me open my eyes, he behaved like it was nothing, he says he’s in love with me but how can he be, he gives me hope though but I know I’m drifting away from my body……..
When I saw Stacy I saw another girl affected by life, I wanted to write a story but I fell in love instead, so I comforted her. Looking at her still, lifeless body I wish I had the power to bring her back or let her see flowers rather than the cold hands of death…..