Chapter 1

My black boyfriend, Jose, is from Guatemala. He brings me to the adult arcade every afternoon around 3 pm. The arcade is located in a large complex that houses a strip club, 2 adult arcades, a gay bathhouse, and a gay nightclub. Usually I’m wearing butt baring short shorts, a bikini top or halter top, and high heels. Once we pay the 5 bucks to get into the back, where the video booths are, he walks me straight to booth # 11. He opens the door and I go inside. There I take off all of my clothes except for my high heels and my black 2-piece string bikini. I hand everything to Jay. He stuffs it into a plastic bag. The only thing I’m allowed to keep is my little clutch purse, in which I keep my lipstick, condoms, and lube. Then he takes my arm and pulls me close to him and kisses me on the mouth. We kiss for a minute and I can feel my dick getting hard. But I have to work so Jose tells me, “I be back in an hour to check on you, girl.”

I nod. “I’ma make you some money, daddy.” I always call him ‘papi’, because Jose said that all putas call the man who owns them ‘papi’. I’m an expert at getting men off with my mouth. I almost never spit, because men enjoy it more when you drink their cum.

I know that when it gets dark, Jose will come back to check on me. If it’s slow in the arcade, he takes me up to the road in back of the complex, where a lot of men park, looking for sex. A lot of putas work the street up there, because that’s where the truckers park.

Last night was a so-so night. In between 3 pm and 7 pm I sucked 6 guys off. When Jose came to check on me at 7, he was pissed off because all I had made was sixty eight bucks. I tried to make him understand that it’s hard to get these guys to pay because lots of guys are sucking cock in there for free. But sometimes Jose won’t listen and I ain’t about to argue, because he has a temper, and he already pissed off about the money. So he gave me back my short shorts and said, “Put ‘em on - we goin’ up to the track.”

I quickly stepped into the short-shorts and followed Jose out of the arcade and into the parking area. He pointed up to the street behind the complex. “I just been up there,” he said. “They’s lots of cars and some rigs up there tonight. Now go ahead and get me my money.”

This time he didn’t kiss me, just gave me a hard stare - which I seen before - usually just before I got my ass beat. I walked up the alley to the street. There are a lot of potholes and stuff, and it makes it harder to walk when you’re wearing high heels. When I got to the street I looked back. Jose was smoking a cigarette and talking to black guy named Ron Ron. If Ron Ron was down there it meant that his sissy, Carla, was out on the stroll too; great, more competition for me if she was.

I walked down the street, which was lined on both sides with cars and trucks. There were a few rigs parked too. Most of the vehicles were occupied. Then I saw one of the rigs quickly flash his lights. I walked to where it was parked. The trucker was sitting with the window rolled down, smoking a cigarette. I smiled at him and he smiled back. “Lookin’ for company, sweetie?” I asked him.

He looked at me. “How much?” he asked

I smiled and ran my tongue over my lips. “It depends on what you want,” I answered.

“Ok,” he said. “How much for a blowjob?”