Stop Being a Whore

I year ago last month, my divorce was finalized and I decided to become an erotic masseuse. The idea was to make as much money as possible in the shortest amount of time in order to rebuild from the rubble. I'd been left with nothing, starving, no car, no income, no childcare. This compounded over months of hell and after an eviction and a default divorce judgement, courtesy of a juge, the ex, and the woman he'd left our family for, I also lost my home and my children.

I was determined as help to get it all back and I did what I had to do. I bought a truck, which I slept in between hotels, until it's engine blew out and I was in fear of the streets. Leased a privately owned vehicle and set myself up for several months at an extended stay. It wasnt glamorous, but it was stable.

When the well of body rub clients began to dry up, I realized, however, that it was not sustainable. I would have to do full service if I wanted to pay off my eviction, trade my hotel for an apartment, buy my own car again, pay an exorbitant amount of child support without sacrificing time with my children, etc etc etc. A getting-by income was never gonna be enough, even just to survive. And we all hope to do more than survive. I wanted my entire lost life back, including my once promising future.

So I went full service. It worked. I found a house and bought a car and built a home and a life and even tried to get out of the industry.

Then shit happened and I lost the desire to retell my sob story and decided to post this mostly as satire. But by all means, donate. I'd like nothing more to get back to my desk fucking life and only touch dicks I want to touch.