Chapter 1

Wiping the thick, sticky cum off my face, I laugh at myself, thinking, “The things I do for a good rating.” But seriously, it is less about the rating, and more about the handful of twenties, that the guy tosses down on me, as he is getting out of my car. That’s what really matters, and THAT is why I stick with this shitty job at all. I currently work for a rideshare service, whose name I will not share, because I do not want to get myself into legal trouble with them. It is clearly not my dream job, but as you might have guessed from the previously mentioned cum on my face, I am making the most of the opportunity. I guess I should back up a little, and tell you who I am and how I got here.

My name is Karen. Yes, I know. I hate it too. Believe me, I get it ALL the time. It was never a problem growing up. I even liked my name. It wasn’t until recently, that I started to be ashamed to even give my name for my Starbucks order. I want to be clear. My name is Karen, but I am NOT a Karen. As you hear my story, I think that will come through loud and clear. So, back to my story...

I “blossomed”, as they say, early and in a BIG way. I was always a petite girl, but then in a life changing, twist of fate, the Boobie Fairy came one night, and “POOF” she hit me with a double dose. I am not kidding. It was like I went from no cups, to DD cups in the blink of an eye. Not that many people blink when they first meet me. It is more like they lose their ability to blink. Apparently, they also lose their ability to see my face or keep their saliva in their mouths. And I am not just talking guys, girls too.

I could say that I was embarrassed and ashamed by all the attention. I could say that I am a modern woman, that wants to be taken seriously. I could say that I don’t want to just be known as the hot girl with big tits. But who am I kidding? I fucking love my big tits, and all of the attention they get me. I am no rocket scientist. I always knew that I wasn’t going to college on some scholarship. I realized early on, that my body was my ticket to getting what I want out of life. Life gave me these lemons, so I was going to make some lemonade, the kind of lemonade that guys will pay serious money to get a taste of.

As you can imagine, I was very popular with the boys, and I was serving up a LOT of lemonade. I was not hung up about sex. My father left my mom and me when I was young, and the parade of men through my mother’s bed room, kind of de-mystified sex for me early on. I also learned from watching mom, that a little sex, goes a long way toward getting what I want. As my Algebra Teacher would say, “Life lesson “A” plus tits “DD” equals opportunity.”

It didn’t take me long to go from sucking guys’ cocks for buying me a nice meal, to just skipping the meal. I quickly discovered that I can buy my own damn meal, or what ever the fuck I want, with the money a guy gives me for sucking his cock. Sometimes, I didn’t even have to suck a guy’s cock. You would be surprised how many guys will pay, just to feel up a nice set of tits. I would say that the Boobie Fairy made me into a cash cow, but I will cut a bitch, if she calls my tits, udders, lol.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I am a lot more than a set of tits with legs. I actually have a great body. Before the Tittie Fairy blessed me, I was a very talented gymnast. I have a lithe body with good strong legs and a pert, round butt that looks almost obscene in a leotard and body suit. Yes, even before the tits, I hade more than my share of older guys perving on me.

I know what you are thinking. Gymnast body and gymnastic talents, plus big tits ... DING DING DING ... You guessed it ... Stripper. “Exotic Dancer”, please ... Oh, who am I kidding? I was a stripper, and I was DAMN proud of it. I got the idea in my head earlier, but had to wait until I was 18, before I could actually start dancing. There was a club that did amateur nights, so I indulged my fantasy, to see how it would feel. The bottom line is, I fucking LOVED it. The energy of the crowd watching me with lust filled eyes, is like a drug that switches my brain “off” and switches my pussy “on”. Not just “on”, It dials it all the way up to 11.