Stories of a prostitute

Pamela

She smiles and laughs (you could say that she is the soul of the bar) she walks wiggling her beautiful body, she wears high black patent leather heels. A little strange since I usually don't see women in this environment with those heels, she wears a red passion dress as well as her lips that at any moment could scream BESAME!!!

He approaches my table, surrounds the chair I'm sitting in, poisons me with his soft scent and asks me. What is your name? As she gives me a pleasant smile, I am Pamela. She extends her hand to me, I take it and invite her to sit at my table.

Call the waiter and order a whiskey on the rocks. I just order a beer. He laughs and says in my ear. “Beer is for jotos,” he returns to his chair and gently takes a cigarette.

So my love, where are we going? Do you want to go to your apartment? You want to go dancing, I know a hotel that I love. You tell me.

-I don't answer. I let out a shy, somewhat childish smile - Pamela takes my hand, caresses me, looks at me with those sparkling eyes. Beautiful, you don't shy my love, -laughs- look, I can act as if you and I were sweethearts, if you don't want a whore in your bed you can have at least a one night stand, for me it's no problem, I'm very affectionate and I can please you in everything.

-I look into her eyes, I flash her a smile, she rolls her eyes, she despairs. I watch her take long, pleasurable puffs on her cigarette, she enjoys it so much. I drink my beer while she watches the smoke coming out of her mouth to get lost in infinity.

He asks me, “Do you know why I like smoking? I see her face and I answer a shy "why? She takes my hand, caresses it, shows me a smile and tells me, why is it so pleasant, it's like I have something, you know, in my mouth and I like that. I love it.

I feel her cold hand, see her red polish like her lips. What do you do, she asks me. I've seen you here several times and I find it strange that you never, never talk to any of my companions, I see that you just arrive, have a few drinks and leave. How boring you are, here we come to have fun, to laugh, to drink, to fuck. Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend, boyfriend? I ask since it is very fashionable to be bachelors. -I laugh, what a pity, they miss an ass like mine, no way,

So you're not going to answer? Do you smoke? -he offers me a cigarette. Don't bother," I tell her, "I smoke mine. -I look at her, I laugh and tell her, squeezing her hand gently, -there's always a first time-. Tell me about yourself, she insists.

Well, I work for a newspaper. -He interrupts, "Ha, are you a journalist? No, I'm a writer, an unsuccessful writer. How? Failed? Why? He insists. Yes, to be a writer is to turn to an imminent failure, it's like suicide but in life.

So you're dead? she asked with a chuckle between her lips, "Let's say yes. -She laughed, "How stupid you are, having your life in front of you and saying a bunch of bullshit.

I should be dead and look at me, I'm talking to an asshole, asshole but interesting. Tell me more. Come on.

Well, I told you. Yes," she interrupts, "but you haven't told me the most important thing honey, married? No Pamela, I was recently but she left me, she just couldn't handle someone who lives on failures, she couldn't handle a guy who is anything but a man.

-Pamela takes out another cigarette while listening carefully, "So you are alone?

Yes, very lonely -I laugh- and you Pamela? Tell me about yourself.

Strange," she replies, "I've never been asked about myself before, but there's always a first time, don't you think?.

Well, whatever. I'm...

-She mugs her drink- -Hey now, I'll be right back. Pamela gets up from the table and heads for a door away from the audience.

Two hours pass, and I see her again, now dressed as a rabbit, big ears drooping, a little old. Her costume is black, she wears beautiful stockings that could be part of any fantasy, now her feet are wearing high black heels, although she looks more “sexy”, she still has that elegant touch that characterizes her.

He sees me, approaches the table. Are you still here? I thought you had already left, I thought one of my companions had called your attention to you. But I see you haven't. -Pamela takes a seat -she flashes a smile. Ah what my failed writer, how strange he is.

How did you get here? I ask her -surprised- she takes off her rabbit ears and leaves them to one side, -they are already in my way and besides they make my head hurt- she takes out a cigarette and lights it. Look writer, I'm 28 years old, I've been here for 3 years.

The truth is that I am here for two reasons, I like easy money and I like to fuck. Thanks to this I got my career, I started to be a whore since I was in college. I have always been very feminine, very sexy, I like to dress up and look good and many men like that at school because I practiced sports, I went to the gym and I tried to look good. At school my first client was a teacher who always made me feel like it until I gave him an entrance, he was a fucking old man who couldn't stand anything and he almost died -laughs- that time he didn't pay me with money, he passed me in his class. That's why I did it.

After that guy, I realized that I could use my body for anything. With it I was able to take advantage of everything and I still do to this day. For example, when I didn't feel like doing some work or I wasn't interested I would tell any asshole at school. Some of them were really assholes because they asked me for really easy things, for example, on one occasion a guy asked me to go to his house just to say that I was his girlfriend. -His mother told me that she thought that her son was a little boy. When I wanted something from him I just went to his house and he was already one of the easiest.

At school I realized that men are very stupid when it comes to fucking, they are stereotyped because they have big or small dicks, because they are handsome. Here, for example, the new girls only want to fuck the prettiest guys and you'll see every surprise they get, poor girls.

-Raise your hand," the waiter approaches, "ask for the same, the usual. I'm an architect, in case you were wondering. I love drawing, design, although I've never really dedicated myself to that. I just finished and that's it.

The man only thinks about putting his dick in and that's it. Not even a kiss or a caress, nothing, just penetration and that's it. Like fucking dogs, how disgusting.

I used to be a house whore, I worked in a small house on the outskirts of Mexico City, but it was very boring, pure old man. But I did have a lot of money. It was easy because old men get hot for anything. Just because I let them grab my buttocks they gave me money and that's very easy.

They taught me to dance, but to dance well. Refined dances, not that shit on the pole. I'm a whore but never in my life would I stoop to that. It's disgusting now it turns out that any bitch can pole dance. That's why I hate it, because anyone can do it, even the jotos," she laughs, "I know how to dance danzón, waltz, tango. Those are the dances that I dance, I have been offered the pole but no, how disgusting.

The waiter brings your drink - she thanks him and he leaves. He takes no notice of me.

My real name is lark, but here they call me Pamela. I like it, I'm not complaining, I chose that name because I used to date a guy. Before I dedicated myself fully to this. That guy was a king. He had everything. He wasn't handsome but he was a real man. He didn't have muscles or anything, on the contrary, he was skinny. But he knew a lot of things, he was educated, elegant. He was the only man who ever gave me an orgasm, really, the only one, because all the others are assholes.

I lasted with him for 2 years. I almost married him until I realized that he was giving me the horn, the old woman I was giving it to was not even close to my heels. Her name was Pamela, Pamela was a whore, I am a whore now so I had to name myself after a whore so I chose that one. I am Pamela, Pamela the whore. -laughs-

Don't you like me? -he asks, "look at me," he stands up, "you wish you had an old woman like that, you bastard, you spank me, touch me, feel what I have, and all this is natural, nothing fake. I could easily be the woman of your dreams.

Tell me? Was your wife better off than me? Surely I'm leaving you because you're just like all the other bastards I've fucked-

He takes my hands and brings them to his body, go ahead and touch me, feel what I have, maybe it could be for you. -I take my hands, take out a cigarette and light it. I think I know why your wife left you, you're a joto. Yeah, that happens, you're a joto. -laughs-

Pamela takes a seat again. She remains silent, takes something out of her crotch, I don't know what it is and gives it to another girl, I don't ask, but it's probably drugs.

I don't have a family, well I do but for me they don't exist. I am not from the city, I am from Querétaro, my family is wealthy, well off but they have a problem, they are very Catholic, I studied for many years in a nuns' school, my mother wanted me to be a nun but it was boring. When I traveled to Mexico City for school I told them what I did for a living, why I didn't need their money. They got too angry so they just stopped talking to me. But it doesn't matter to me, I have this," she clutches her breasts, "and with this I have everything insured.

Look," he points his finger at me very discreetly, "that guy has been coming here every day, he comes for me, but the truth is he disgusts me. Don't you see how disgusting he is, he's fat. And I know he's coming for me because he's asked me a bunch of times. I play dumb, I go with others or just don't go out, until he leaves. I hate fat people, apart from the fact that it's uncomfortable with them, they have small dicks, how disgusting, I know that in this world you can get into anything, but I don't mess with fat people, I can stand old people but not fat people.

Everything has happened to me here. I have taken care of myself. I've had two abortions, I screwed up and I regret it because it shouldn't be done, but I had to do it. It's not the right time to have children yet.

For example, there are very strange clients, men who only come for me to go out to eat, men with very strange tastes, for example, one guy comes on Wednesdays and he even -laughs- looks for me like a bunny. So I have to go out with him. That's how you see me. He takes me to the hotel, he has me stand up and he masturbates just like that, I do nothing, absolutely nothing. It's boring but it pays well, I'm not denying that. Another guy pays me to make him cry. There is another kind of man I don't like, they are the narcos. I hate them, but I don't say no to them, they think they're goddamned, but they're assholes, they think they can do whatever they want just because they bring guns. They become idiots with their bullshit and become more annoying.

Once I was caught by the police at a party with those people. I was in Cuernavaca and they came for us on a Sunday, the supposed party lasted four days, days where we only ate cold pizza, where the assholes couldn't even get it up because they were up to their asses in drugs. The police arrived and they took them down easy. They took good money from me even though they took it from me to let me go free and not to go to the public prosecutor's office.

I have been saving, I like being a whore but not all my life I will be one, I want to be a good woman, someone boring, like all the women out there, like the one who was your wife. I have been saving up to go to the United States or France. I can speak English, I know French, so I can go there. I am more prepared than anyone you see here.

I stop to go to the bathroom, it takes me a while, when I come back Pamela is gone. I look for her around the place but I don't see her, she is gone but she has left a note, I can't see it so I put it away, on the table she leaves a cigarette, her glass with the remains of her drink, and in the air a beautiful smell of perfume that quickly fades away.

I may never find a woman like Pamela, it may be the last time I see her.

I talk to the waiter, pay and leave.

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