You want to know how I got to where I am now? Well, it actually started in 1943. I was eighteen, and was in some plays back home in El Paso. The best of which was when I starred as Elaine in “Arsenic and Old Lace” in my senior year.

I had been raised by my mom, and never met my dad. He was an Anglo who split right after he knocked my mom up. The only thing he left me was my complexion, which identified me as an “Aperlado”. What is that? Oh, it means “pearlescent”, a nickname for us Mexicans who’s skin is so pale we can pass as white. Which is where I got my name, “Pearl”.

Well, after I graduated I did what a lot of girls did who had stars in our eyes. I packed everything into two cardboard suitcases tied together with string, and with the money I had managed to save headed to Hollywood.

There I did all the things expected. Got a room in a women’s hotel called the “Mission Inn”, which only cost me $15 a week. And that week I must have hit up two dozen casting agents. Several of which seemed more interested in auditioning me on the casting couch than in actually getting me a part in a movie.

But Paulie Church did not only spend some time between my thighs, he got me a new name and my first parts. Lucy Garcia became Pearl Grace, and I ended up in about fifty movies in the next eight months. But don’t look for my name in any credits, I never made it that high.

Girl in a bar, waitress in a diner, secretary in a typing pool, things like that. But I did make enough to go to a dictation school and learn the “Mid-Atlantic Accent” and drop my Tejano accent. I also enrolled in an Arthur Murray dance school. However, the acting was not enough to pay the bills. I did not want to be a waitress again, but Nancy was one of the girls in my building and she told me of another way. She was working nights at the Hollywood Rose, a taxi dance ballroom off of Sunset.

I was down to my last ten dollars, so one night I went there with her. The guy gave me an audition, and I started work that night. And trust me, that was a lot of work! I would dance from eight at night to one in the morning, making five cents from a ten cent ticket every minute and a half. There was a live band, and every minute and a half they would pause for about five seconds and then start the next song. I had to keep count of how many dances we did, and after five songs I would have to collect the tickets unless they gave me more in advance. But on a good night that would be about five bucks an hour, damned good money.

It was hard work, but between that and the acting jobs I could get it paid the bills and let me add to my wardrobe. And at the start, I was one of the proper girls. If their hands moved off of my waist I moved them back, if they pressed too hard against me I would step back.

The first time, it was late 1944. The war was getting intense, and one of the Marines I was dancing with was from Van Horn, a little town about two hours from El Paso. His accent reminded me of home, and I let Chuck press against me a bit more than I usually would.

We danced most of the night, and three times he had to go and buy more tickets. And at midnight when they were starting to warn us the bar was closing he said he wished he could spend more time with me as he was shipping out in a few days. And as I was still short for rent, I shocked myself when I offered spending the night with him for $10.

Now I was not a virgin, but I was not a puta either. I had done it with a few boyfriends back home even before I let Paulie stick it in me, so knew what went where. And I felt butterflies in my stomach when Chuck nodded and said it was a deal. I told him to leave first and wait for me in front of the News Reel Theater two blocks away. And I would be along in about a half hour.

I was still feeling jittery as I cashed in my tickets, then went to our makeup room. I touched myself up, then when the room was empty went to the corner where the condom machine was. I pulled out my coin purse, and as I had seven nickels in there I bought seven condoms. Not that I had any expectations that Chuck and I would need that many, but better safe than sorry.

I put my hat and coat on, and with a bit of trepidation went down to the street and walked the three blocks. Many of the places were closed, but I knew the News Reel would be open as it never closed. They showed nothing but news reels, all day and all night. And I saw Chuck standing in front of the pharmacy next door. I put my hand on his arm, and he smiled and told me he had gotten us a room at a nearby hotel.

I was a bit nervous going inside, but the clerk at the counter barely glanced at us when we went in. And as it was late the elevator boy had already gone home for the night so we had to walk up two flights of stairs. Once we got in the room and Chuck closed the door, he pulled me right into him and kissed me deeply.

I was kissing him back just as passionately, and was running my fingers through his short hair as his hands reached down to grab my ass. And I found myself growing excited as I felt his fit hard body against mine, and he was pressing me against the wall with his body.

And twenty minutes later after rolling the condom on him I was moaning as he was pushing himself inside of me. Now Chuck was not the biggest man that had been in me, but was by far the thickest. His cock felt like a beer bottle slipping in and out of my cunt, even though he was not quite that thick. And I loved it! I came for one of the first times ever right before he did. And I could hear my pussy give a slurping noise as he pulled out, then dropped the condom into the trash can next to the bed.

We did it one more time in the middle of the night, and again in the morning after waking up. And he handed me $20 which I put into my purse before we left. And I was a bit sore when we walked to a diner where we had breakfast. And I was still wet and tender, so I had to concentrate on keeping my thighs together as I walked.

And before he headed off we kissed right there on the street, and a few guys in uniform hooted as he did so. I was supposed to go to Paramount for a background shoot, but decided to hell with it. I went to the bathroom at the end of the hall once I was back at the hotel and took a long hot bath. Then I went to bed for a couple of hours, as I did not get my normal amount of sleep the night before.

At dinner, Nancy joined me and one of the other girls, and when it was finally just the two of us she asked me where I had gone the night before. “I mean, I saw you with that handsome Jarhead for most of the night, then you left early. I knocked on your door so we could have breakfast and go to the studio together, but you never answered.”

I said I had been out with the guy, and did not get back until this morning. Her eyes opened wide for a moment, then she gave me a smile and nodded coyly. Then admitted she had done the same thing a time or two.

And when we finished our coffee, we went up to my room. I made some more coffee on the hot plate, as Nancy left for a moment then came back with a package of graham crackers. And as we drank our coffee and ate, she confided that she had been doing the same thing for months now. “But never for all night, you got me beat there by a mile.”

I told her it had been my first time, and then had to correct her when she raised her eyebrow and asked if I had been a virgin. “Oh no, I had done it many times. But that was the first time I had done it for money. And if I had not been short for rent next week I likely would not have done it at all.”

“Well Lucy, there are worse ways to get a little extra cash in your purse. I do it a couple of times a month, but never for overnight.” She then told me how most of the girls like her who dabbled in hooking would let the guys know they were available. And two nights later I tried what she said.

And sure enough, when I was dancing with a sailor I pressed my breasts into his chest as we danced, and before the night was over we were in a hotel a few blocks away. And an hour later I was giving my first complete blowjob until he spunked in my mouth. I had done it before of course, but never until they finished. And later he wore a condom as he pumped me good before he jizzed. And with an extra $15 in my purse I caught a taxi and headed back to the hotel.

And over the next five months, I would do it at least once a week, sometimes twice. And I even stopped going to the studios, I knew I was never going to make it big in movies. And I was making decent money as well as enjoying myself.

It was towards the end of the war, and I was wearing one of those new bras that Howard Hughes had invented. I never had big breasts, but the thing was an engineering marvel that pushed what I had up and out. And I was now getting it on about twice a week. One night I was taking a break from dancing, and this older gal came up and sat next to me. She introduced herself as Brenda, and I was wondering what was up when she handed me a card and asked me to call her.

I had seen the lezzies in here from time to time, and told her I was not into other girls. She just gave a soft laugh and said she did not have that kind of proposal for me. And to call her the next day. That night I sucked the last guy I danced with off in an alley before sending him on his way, as it had been a slow week and five bucks is five bucks.

After breakfast I got dressed and headed out, and went to a phone booth a block away and gave Brenda a call. She directed me to go to West Hollywood. I caught the streetcar, and soon was getting off a block away from a nice apartment building called the “Sunset Arms”. A big guy that was missing his left arm was in an office in the front, and he had me sit down as he made a call. And a few minutes later Brenda came over and had me follow her to her office.

And once inside, she wasted little time in coming to the point. She asked me if I was a working girl, and I admitted that I was. “But not full-time, only if I need some extra money and I like the guy.”

“Fair enough, a lot of girls start that way” was her response. Then she asked me how often I did it, and what I normally charged. And when I told her that, she actually shook her head. “Girl, I can get you a lot more than that, but it would mean at least daily. Are you interested?”

We talked it over, and I was surprised when she said she also offered an apartment here in addition. We took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and it was a lot nicer than where I was at now. And when we returned to her office, she then asked me where I was from.

“Now you have done a good job with your accent, hiding where you are from. But I can tell you are from somewhere out east. Where are you from, Miss Grace?” And she gave a slow nod when I said I was from Texas, and then I told her my real name. And when she asked if I spoke Spanish, I slowly nodded.

“Good, good. If you want you can continue to go by Pearl Grace. But we have more than a few that might be interested in Lucy Garcia also. More than a few of my clients are from South America, one of them is even a singer and band leader from Cuba. And they’ve asked me if I have any Latin girls. If you work out, I will soon move you down to the second floor where my most popular girls live. I have a feeling you just might work out very well here.”

That weekend her doorman who I learned was named Harold and was wounded in Africa drove me to where I was staying, and he waited downstairs as I grabbed everything I had and loaded it in Brenda’s Buick. I even gave Brenda’s card to Nancy, and said she could contact me there. And two weeks later, she was living and working at the Sunset Arms also.

And Brenda was not kidding, at least once or twice a day I would be called down to the lobby. And after meeting the gentleman we would return to my apartment. They never actually paid me other than tips, but Brenda was very honest and at the end of each week would give me my share. And even after deducting the rent I was making far more than I had been before. And I was even starting to save money for a car.

It was almost two months later when Brenda asked me to her room for coffee. And after a few minutes asked me outright if my aversion to other women was a strong one. I thought for a moment, and honestly told her I was not actually against it, it simply did not interest me. And when she asked me if I would consider it, after thinking for a moment I admitted I might for the right person and the right amount of money.

Now by that time, I had been with several well known people in Hollywood. The Cuban singer was indeed a regular, who even though he was in the Army and married to an actress came in every other week. And I was a bit surprised when she asked me what I thought of a well known German actress.

I raised my eyebrow at that, and she smiled at me and nodded. “She saw you in the lobby the other day, and asked me about you. She would like to meet you, and I will tell you now this will be your only opportunity. If you say yes, she may hire you again. But if you say no, she will never ask again. And you must absolutely never tell anybody about her. If you do and I ever find out you talked, you are out immediately and no place will ever hire you.”

Well, in the end I accepted. And while eating pussy never appealed to me as much as getting fucked by a cock, it was not as bad as I feared. And about once a month she and later other gals would hire me. And I liked it as they always had me go to their places. Normally really nice ones, where we would often lounge in silk robes between and after sessions in bed. One I even spent three days with, and she almost wore me out.