Perky little tits and thighs that can strangle a man don’t go as far as they used to and if I have to go back to waiting tables I think I will stab myself in the eye.
National health care, who are we, Canada? How about working on creating and keeping jobs for the busy accountants in the city!

As cosmopolitan as this all seems I’m just a call girl and that guy in the picture was my John for the last four years. The head of the city’s largest accounting firm who had me put up nicely in a penthouse suite.
All I had to do for this was put an adult diaper on him and tell him he was a bad, bad boy then spank him and suck him off once a week. For the rest of the week I had $750 to spend, an endless mini-bar and a busy pool area to reel in all the horny boys I wanted.

Now, I just sit and watch.



Anyway, here is my story…


In the house I grew up in, when you were old enough to get a job you went to work and helped pay bills. My very first menial labor job would be my last for a long while.

Jerry’s diner had it’s perks, I was never rushing to find a bite to eat and there was usually a boy from school somewhere around flirting with me to pass the time. With Jerry’s being new in town and serving the best cup of coffee we were the latest new hangout.

Jerry, having his restaurant fail due to the economy two towns away, had toned down his business-like appearance wearing only a paper cook’s hat and stain-covered white apron over a plain tee shirt and jeans most days.