Friday, February 8, 2008

That cute supermom was a coed hooker

I've written about my friend Mary Beth. She loves sex and has had some experiences that make me seem like a virgin by comparison. Now she's married, has two kids and has built two very successful businesses. As I've gotten to know her, she has opened up to me. Now she will allow me to tell some of her stories on the Web site. In fact, she's hot about it.

Let me set the scene: Mary Beth is a little younger than me, a stunning petite brunette with the most perfect lustrous straight hair and one of those faces that just makes men melt. I think she's gorgeous now, but she says, "I used to have a body to die for." I can only imagine, if she's less perfect now.

So here's my favorite Mary Beth story, as told to Linda Sue:

Before I ever got my MBA, I built my first business. It started in a college bar, full of music and kids my age, and one man in a suit in the back, alone at a table, nursing a scotch. He was as old as my dad and seemed so forlorn that I walked over to say hi. I was always that kind of a pleaser then, couldn't stand to see someone so sad while everyone else was having fun. I was also pretty far gone after three drinks.

He was a nice man who had come to town for a conference at the university. He was a lawyer in some obscure but apparently highly paid field. I'm a good listener, and over the next hour I heard about the work rival he hated and feared, the wife who didn't love him anymore, at least physically, the grown children who never called. Then he said, "Shall we go back to my hotel room?"

I was already a high-functioning slut (kind of like you, Linda -- smile), so I thought, what the hell. I was always happy to see where something might lead. He was handsome, well-dressed and, frankly, I was in between boyfriends, horny and bored. I had always been attracted to accomplished older men.

It happened pretty quickly. He undressed me gently but confidently, kissing my neck and breasts...he spent a lot of time on sucking my nipples...then he was sucking my nipples while he was fingering me. I was good and wet. Then he pulled me on top of him and I slid his cock inside. It was a nice, slow fuck, me riding him until it was clear he had come. I lay next to him. He really wanted to cuddle more than fuck again, and that was okay.

When I woke up he was gone. I had a nasty headache from the night's drinking and an early class, so I quickly gathered up my clothes, dressed, brushed my hair and left. In the elevator I stuck my hand in my jeans pocket and found the five one-hundred-dollar bills neatly folded, and inside them, his business card.

I walked back to campus in a fury, an equal mix of anger and humiliation. The man thought I was a whore! But as the next several days went on, I kept looking at those folded bills. I was a scholarship student from a family of very modest means, and I had just made $500 from a night of fun. I thought: he couldn't have considered me a streetwalker, not for that money.

Then my entrepreneurial brain started working. The upshot? I started my first business. I had always heard the stories about college girls who worked on the side as strippers and/or prostitutes -- ones you wouldn't even suspect. But I had never known one. I knew I didn't want to be an escort, much less run by a pimp. I wanted to keep control and keep out of jail. But I was also very aroused by this intersection of money and sex.

Sophomore year I made more than $50,000 tax free, and the earnings only grew from there. My first john became a regular, and since he had assumed I was a working girl, I sweetly asked him to refer me to one or two of his friends. That started my network. I realized that a pretty young college girl was very bankable.

I never got hurt or aroused the attention of the cops, and I know I was very lucky. I stayed away from drugs. I learned how to be very careful and discreet. I picked my men and preferred the regulars. My alias was Jennifer, and I kept a strict line between my vanilla normal student life and my professional world. You'd be surprised how many wanted a pretty girl to talk to. Of course, they loved a good blowjob and I had to learn to love anal sex.

Nothing too kinky, although one wanted me to dress up in a parochial school outfit and call him daddy. The Type A men with money -- I learned how to please and manipulate them, skills I would later use in business. I had a couple of edgy, borderline scary experiences that I'll tell you about.

I had the good sense to walk away from the casino. As my senior year ended, I stopped taking new referrals and had sweet partings with my regulars. Some of the tips were quite nice. I used my earnings to build a very nice nestegg in the bull market. And I never had to be alone and horny. Would I want my daughter to do this? Never. Do I get a smile about it now, remembering it from my conservative, safe life? Oh, yeah.

7 comments:

Carrie said...

I've been waiting to read something like this. Coed hookers, as you call them, are one of America's best kept secrets. I tricked a little in college, just a nice, All-American middle class girl. I stopped one night when a guy beat me up. I just told me friends I slipped and fell on the ice! But the money was good and experiences still get me aroused! Sure you had to sleep with a few homely men, but what the hell.

Anonymous said...

Yep, me too. I did it once. I met a guy in a bar and he offered me $200 to fuck him. I was a college student nearly living off dog food. So I did it. But I was too chicken to do it again. Of course I never told my husband.

Anonymous said...

Very hot post. Wish I could have afforded Mary Beth...or Linda.

Pete from Cal said...

Thanks for the post Linda Sue & Mary Beth! When can we hear the edgy, borderline scary experiences to get a more balance view? Glad everything when well for you MaryBeth and you never had any trouble. I must applaud you having the discipline to walk away even though the money is so good. You definitely have a good head on your shoulder and thanks for sharing the story with us! :)

Anonymous said...

Nice, bet your stories are good as well. Wonder how one finds these working college girls. Lol

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