What does mildew? Pretty much everything this summer. The constant rain and humidity has everything moist and I have noticed a lot of mold and mildew here at the Cat House. It is true that we are not in the best neighborhood, and that the old Victorian building feels a little seedy especially being a whore house and all.
I was having strange issues “down there” which is terrible for a whore. “Down there” is how I make my living, and I don’t want to think I have caught and spread something to/from my clients. Being a sex worker has a ton of risks. One of the other girls who was in here smoking up all my weed picked up the dildo next to my bed and was like, “Tantra! What the fuck is growing on your dildo woman?” She reached to move a curtain and held the rubber dong in the sunlight. I was terrified. “I just used that in a web cam show last night. It’s my favorite dong!” I grabbed the dildo and tossed it into the bathroom sink running it under warm water and washing it. “I thought this was silicone. This is an expensive toy.”
I washed it, and it returned to looking normal, but I now felt unsure and different about my favorite sex toy as it stood drying on the bathroom counter. After all our good times together it suddenly wasn’t as sexy to me. I took a bath instead and just lay there soaking my moldy cunt and tired mind. Happy ending, I got better. All I had to do was take vitamin C, and of course, stop fucking mildew into my cunt during late rainy night cam shows.
You may wonder why am I up late putting on cam shows stuffing my cunt and ass with huge dildos after working as a prostitute all day long? Why indeed. This whore is a lonely girl who may have landed a good fella if I had not become a whore, but once I became a whore, no man wants me forever. They only want me by the hour. I find myself turning more and more to my sex work to replace the simple need of another’s touch, attention, and love. When I feel a bit lost, or fragile from having to be strong for so many others and for so long, I can always fall into the caring arms of a john and what usually happens is that I end up getting hammer throat fucked by a stranger that doesn’t love me.
Why does it turn you on to have me in such a vulnerable situation? Are you thrilled to think of me trapped here as a sexual object that is here only for your gratification, that you don’t ever have to care about? You come here when you please. Within minutes we go into the same room and you fuck me any way you want and leave. Cash on the table.
You leave me dirty and used up with a pussy or an ass full of cum ready for the next man to use as his lube, but I secretly know deep down all my johns love me. You love me for accepting your dismissal of me. You don’t have to treat me “right” to keep our relationship. We’re not dating. You don’t have to care about me any more than the cash you drop on my table. You all love me for being your whore, for being one sexual fantasy come to life. You love me because I give you power over me and my body. Our intellectual power exchange lifts you as a man. I have the power to make your cock hard, and that power is my vulnerability. My power is that I yield to your power. It strengthens and turns you on to see me this way.