juxtapositions in a juvenile
Been thinking about how I have been living a double life since I knew what a double life was.
All through high school I was a prima ballerina with straight A’s and every single teacher on my side. I worked hard, studied hard, and did whatever I could to make my momma proud, so to speak.
This, of course, is on the outside. Lost my virginity at 12. Had my first one-night stand soon after with a 20-something year old. When I was fourteen I was living half of my time on the streets, drinking hard liquor like it was water and flirting with those punks who smelled like BO and JD. I turned straight girls into flaming dykes, and turned many onto all sorts of stimulants that I indulged in.
Cokehead and Demi-Soloist.
Dean’s List and One-night stands.
I got home from a session tonight and now I’m eating ice cream and watching Cry Baby. I bet my client didn’t think that a girl with matching red bra, panties, and lips would wear fuzzy hospital socks and eat ice cream.
Client was your usual. A little more nervous than most. He was staying at a hotel. I got in there, tried to calm him down. He was calm after about 5 minutes.
“Bet you have a gorgeous pussy”
“Yes, dear, I do… do you have an extra hundred?”
Sometimes the business logistics totally clash with my sex appeal. He didn’t have the extra hundred. But he was still satisfied. His stomach looked like santa claus, and the patches of hair on his back reminded me of a map of the world. I really wanted to wax him..
When he came he sounded like a fucking lion…. “RAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR” and his juice was projectile. I tried to dip out of the line of fire but some landed on my shoulder. I really wanted to laugh. Badly. Since when does a man fucking growl when he comes? I was waiting for him to start beating his chest like a gorilla. Oh damn, King Kong, you definitely have the fur.
So King Kong is from out of town, but he had a lot of fun, he said. And he’ll come see me again, he said. I didn’t believe him a bit. People always lie.
I find that I have trouble lying about my life. I won’t get too personal, but if someone asks me if I’m in school and how long I’ve lived here, I don’t mind telling them. I like talking about myself, and I wonder if, while I’m talking about my funny life, they are thinking “come on, when is she gonna get the hell on with it?” Ha. Funny penises.
Oh gawd on the topic of funny penises. There are so many. I love the classic fat man\little dick scenario. Or the one that curves like a bending highway. Or the one that gets so damn purple you think he recently took one of Willy Wonka’s fucked up candies (Did you just get an image of a fat man with a purple dick fucking an Oompa Loompa? Oh shit, that was just me). One client had a really dark penis with a funny white birth mark going up the shaft. He was a terrible client. He didn’t get off. Supposedly I can fired if I don’t get them off. I think it’s bullshit. If I don’t have chemistry with them, what am I supposed to do? I can’t fake chemistry.
Thankfully, MOST reasonable men think I’m damn sexy. These square businessmen think that bad-ass girl with tattoos and piercings to be in their wildest fantasies. I bet they picture me smoking outside of my middle school during science class. I would never have done that, I loved my middle school science class. I would, however, be going down on my much older boyfriend as he smoked later on that night…
