Chapter 1

It's the age-old questions that I hear on a continual bases.

"Why did you become a prostitute?"

"Why does an intelligent good looking girl become a prostitute?"

"God you could do so much better for yourself... why a prostitute?"

The list goes on, but you get the idea. Men, women even, and some of my clients ask the question. Guys who want to be my protector, uncle, fatherly figure. They all ask why?

I really can't give any definitive answer. I just seem to have this compelling desire to be one. I think it was a combination of many things, many actions. Once I'd surrendered my virginity to Jimmy Russell I knew I was going to like sex. My body was developing fast, now taking on shape, curves, slowly but surely starting to appear, developing breasts, a shape that did not go unnoticed to the male population. I loved to dress and tease them, know that as I walked by their eyes would be firmly transfixed toward me. I relished the attention and whistles. I was already being offered inducements to go with them, spend a little time with them; I knew it wasn't to have stimulating conversation. I was starting to realize I had something between my legs that men wanted... and wanted badly enough to pay me for the privilege to be there. I entertained thoughts and fantasies... wondered what it would be like to go with a man... have sex with him and receive a cash reward for doing so.

As the fantasies grew so did the desire to do so, until I became obsessive about it and Sandra's sister Pauline did not help to quench the desire... rather enflamed it. Here I was at the age of fourteen and my mind was set. I wanted to be a hooker.

I'd also earned the reputation of being one of the town bikes, Christmas cake, birthday cake, whatever the local vernacular for a girl who sleeps around a lot. Once I'd experienced it with Jimmy, it kind of opened up the floodgates and my legs

The boys were very keen to walk me home. If mother was out for the day I would invite them in... an invitation they had been waiting for. The promise of refreshments, a drink or something to eat was not what they had in mind.

Once in they would make their move, taking hold of me and dragging me protesting to my bedroom.

"No don't (Billy, Teddy Trevor)" whatever the name was. "I don't want to do it"

"Of course you do" they would say, continuing to drag me to bed. Once on the bed, whoever was the leader would fling himself on top of me as I struggled and protested, they laughing. It wouldn't take long for my pants to be pulled down, he unzipping his fly and a moment later, be the first to have me. My moans of delight told them how much I enjoyed it. Not only the male school friends but also Mr. Appleby our math's teacher who had a penchant for his young female students. Having a big crush on him I was easy prey. It became obvious to me that men were only interested in me for the sex I was willing to give them... it was about now that I decided that if they wanted me they would have to pay me... see how much they wanted me then

I also get many questions from young girls, questions like those I used to ask of Sandra's sister Pauline. Girls wanting to become hookers. I really don't know what the right answer is. I now know how Pauline must have felt when I asked her the same questions and advice.

I'm not too sure about getting a pimp. I've had three and would never have another. Getting them is easy; leaving them is not as easy. They get very possessive about their girls and think they own you... so my advice is be careful. In some areas of a big city you can't operate without one... like a union thing, territory and all that.

Jimmy Russel had been the boy who had taken my virginity. In my youthful dreams and fantasies I thought we'd go on to get married and live a wonderful life together. In reality, to Jimmy I was just another notch on his bedpost... another silly little girl who had too much imagination. He'd got what he'd wanted and would soon move on when he'd had his fill of me, that's men I guess.

Now as I said, one of my best friends had a big sister who was a prostitute, they never really talked about her, but I was always in awe at the stories she related and I asked her dozens of questions.

"Shit honey what's with all these questions... do you want to be a hooker just like me, is that it?" she asked.

I hesitated to tell I did... but eventually I confided in her that I did in fact wish to become a hooker

"Oh god what makes you want to be a hooker?"

"Well listening to you and all the stories you tell and it must pay pretty good... you are always dressed in all the latest fashion... I guess I just want the best in life"

I went on to tell her all my dreams and fantasies, and the offers I'd already had.

"Oh it's not all as good as I paint it, there are some bad times... sure I make a good living at it... but you can run into some real bad guys with strange and perverted ideas... and don't forget the stigma that goes with it, you're branded for life... most of society looks down on you, you're just a piece of trash to them... so don't go thinking it's all moonlight and roses"

"So why do you continue to do it... if it's that bad why continue?" I asked.

"I guess I'm into it and used to it now... I don't know what else I would do... Roy my pimp is good to me... takes care of me, so I really can't see me doing anything else"

"Right, so it can't all be bad, so I want to give it a go as well" I replied.

"Well if you think so, then that is up to you, but I'd try something else first" she said.

"When can I start" I asked.

"When you're old enough and that is in the future, then you can see... make you're mind up then, and if you wish, I'll get Roy to take you on... if you are still wanting to do it"

"Why can't I do it now... I have a good body... I like sex, surely a guy would have me... pay for me, some already have asked me" I continued pushing her.

"Oh honey, I can see you have an excellent body, a body any guy would gladly pay to have next to him in bed. The fact is that you're far too young, it would be mad for anyone to pimp for you at this age, the law just would not allow it... just be patient, you'll soon get to be old enough."

But the fact was I was a teenager, a teenager in a hurry. I knew what I wanted, where I was going and I wanted it now. I had all the answers to life; everybody was wrong, but me.

Jimmy and I were starting to come to an end, I knew it would not be too long before I was dropped and another young girl would take my place. We still remained friends and it was whilst we were having a coffee together at the "Copper Kettle" a favourite coffee shop and meeting place, that I confessed to Jimmy what I'd like to do.

"A prostitute" he gasped, spilling some of his coffee. "God girl, why a prostitute?" he said again. And there followed his reasons why I should not enter into the profession

"Why not... I can't see me working in the local factory or check-out at the local store, I'll make more money as a hooker than working there" I replied.

"Yeah... but a hooker... god you can do better than that" he said.

"Yeah well I may have to work in Toddies store, I can't find anyone to take me on at present" I said

"Hell you mean you want to start now... how old are you... almost fifteen, no one is going to take a minor on for prostitution, they'd put him in prison and throw away the key, it's just as well you will have to wait... you'll probably change you're mind by then" he said, looking at me deep in thought.

"No I don't think so, if I could start I'd do it now" memories of the old guy on the beach, flashing across my mind.

We changed the subject, but my mind was still anchored to being a hooker.

A couple of weeks later I got the call, it was Jimmy. "You still keen on being a hooker Lisa"

"Yes... yes I am... I haven't changed my mind on that and I never will... I've just got to wait that's all"

"I have some good news for you... meet you at the "Copper Kettle in half an hour."

Good news eh... I wondered what it could be; certainly about being a hooker, he'd asked me the question. Now I was excited as I hurried toward the Copper Kettle hundreds of questions running through my mind.

"I think I may have found someone to take you on as a hooker" said Jimmy as he sipped his coffee.

"Whow... that's great news" I replied enthusiastically, who is he?"

"Well I can't say too much at this time... he's taking a big risk, a very big risk in taking you on... you're age is the thing, he does have other young girls turning tricks for him, but he's very cagey about any new girl"

"How did you find him?" I asked.

"Well it's a friend of a friend of a friend... you know. I just happened to mention I knew this crazy fifteen year old who wanted to be a hooker... the word got around and now it's back to me"

"When can I meet him... I've got to meet him" I replied, now becoming real excited.

"No... no not as quick... slow down a little, as I've said he's real cautious and won't be rushed, I have a mediator coming to look you over, he'll pass back any recommendations, then you get to meet the guy"

"Oh god... I'll do anything. I have to convince him I'm for real" I said almost beside myself.

The mediator eventually arrived. He was a little on edge himself, thinking it may be some sort of set up.

He asked me question after question. I answered them as best I could.

"And you Jimmy... can you vouch for her" he asked

"I can Mark, I know this is on the level... I think she's mad for doing it, and strongly advise against it, but then that is her choice" said Jimmy.

"Well you're mates vouch for you, I'll report back. If he wants to meet you, he'll be in touch with you... if you don't hear from him, then that's that... I'll see you around" he said, seeming to feel relieved that the interview was over.

"Oh god what do you think... do you think he'll give me the go ahead" I asked Jimmy, excitement showing in my voice.

"I really don't know... I hope he doesn't... I still think you're mad, but hey, that's up to you... you've thought it all through have you. What happens if you find a nice guy and he wants to marry you... you going to tell him you're a hooker... there's not many guys looking for hookers to marry"

"Oh I'll worry about that later... I'll find someone... you'll see" I wasn't going to worry about it. I knew all the answers. I was a teenager. I had lots of time ahead of me to worry about things like that.

Now I found it hard to sleep. I had imagined he would have got back to me immediately, but not so. He was slowly and methodically checking on me. I never did see or hear the big black car with tinted windows as it kept in the shadows or silently glided by me as I left school each day, but it was there, he was there eying me up, checking on my every moves, even down at the Copper Kettle, he watched me and my friends, looking and weighing the risks he was taking.

Then it came. "I've got good news for you Lisa... the guy wants to meet you... the Copper Kettle tomorrow"

"Oh god Jimmy... do you think this is it... do you," I stammered excitedly.

"Well I doubt he would want to meet you just to tell you to get lost, please Lisa think this over carefully before the final decision" he said.

"I have Jimmy... I have" I replied, not wanting to hear anyone tell me I was doing the wrong thing.

We sat at the back of the Copper Kettle waiting, when half an hour had elapsed over the scheduled time; I was starting to get disappointed.

"He's not coming, is he" I said my voice sounding dejected.

"Well he said he's coming... we'll give him a bit longer" Jimmy replied and we ordered another coffee... but still no guy.

"We may as well go Jimmy... he's not coming" I said, starting to gather my things together. Just then the door opened and this guy came in. I guess I had these romantic notions he was going to be tall, dark and handsome... someone right out Hollywood, but that was not to be. He was older than I'd expected, short close cropped hair, almost bald, rather stout around the middle and I would say around five nine, five ten.

"Do you think this is the guy" I asked Jimmy.

"Don't know... could be" he replied.

The guy made his way down the shop, eyeing each person, and then he saw us sitting there and made straight for us.

"Lisa and Jimmy... right" he asked.

Oh god it's him, my heart now pounding, and my legs going weak.

"Yeah... yeah that's right" said Jimmy

He took a cautious look around the café then introduced himself.

"Max... Max Warnock" he said slipping in to a seat next to me.

"Jimmy would you like to get three coffee's or whatever it is you're drinking" Then slipped Jimmy a twenty bill.

When Jimmy had gone he turned his attention to me.

"Now Lisa... I'm told you want to become a hooker... turn a trick or two... is that right?" he asked.

"Yes... yes I do" I replied.

"Tell me why?" he asked.

I launched into all the reasons as he sat and listened to me tell him why.

"I've got to say, I need complete discretion on this... I'm taking a huge risk, taking on young girls as hookers... if the cops find out, I'm in a big pile of manure... so you have to forget who you're working for... got that"

"No... no I promise, I'll be completely discreet... just give me a chance, please" I begged of him.

He just laughed softly saying, "Well you sure seem enthusiastic about it all"

Jimmy returned with the coffee.

"If I do take you on, you're gona make a lot of money, you realise that don't you"

"Yes... yes that's what I want" I replied.

"What I'm saying is you'll have to be discreet about that as well, a fifteen year old suddenly spending up big, will draw attention... certainly from your parents... just be careful how you handle it all"

I was now getting really excited at it all. I felt sure he was going to offer me a job.

"If I take you on, do you think you can handle it" he asked.

"I guess I can give it a try, Mr Warnock"

"No... no... not give it a try... I want someone who is going to be dedicated, not give it a try and leave the next day... if you're in you're in, that's the way I do business Lisa. I'm the one taking all the risks. I find you the clients, take you to them, then pay you for it; it's a lot of work. If you agree then you're one of my girls and you work for me... and only me. I may have to take certain steps to bring you back into line if you prove to be... er... difficult. I can't have dissension in the ranks... you do understand Lisa don't you?" the meaning of what he was saying was lost on me, it was the fine print on the verbal contract he was offering me, all I wanted to do was get started

"Once you're in there is no turning back, you have to make a decision now... in... or out"

I looked at Jimmy for some kind of inspiration.

"You know how I feel about it" he said, reading my mind. "Look I think you should think about it Lisa... it's a big decision"

"No thinking about it Lisa... I need a decision and I need it now, once I leave this place its all over"

That I did not want to happen... I'd come this far... I wasn't going to loose the opportunity that had presented itself

"I'm in Mr Warnock" I replied.

He smiled, held out his hand. "The shake of my hand is my only contract, I can't offer a written one... but believe me its cast iron... once we shake we have a deal" he said. "Now I ask you once again... before we sign the contract, are you sure about doing this" he added. I never hesitated; I took his hand and shook on the deal.

"Congratulations... you're now one of my girls... you work for me... I own you"

God I'd done it, never mind what Pauline and all the others had said. I'd found someone to take me on. I had my very own pimp.

"Oh thanks Mr Warnock... thank you very much, I really appreciate this" I said.

"Well I hope I don't live to regret it" he replied.

"You won't... you won't... I promise" I replied enthusiastically

He took out his wallet and shelled out some dollars, pushing them toward Jimmy.

"What's this for?" asked Jimmy.

"Let's just say it's a finders fee... you have good taste Jimmy... if you know of anyone else, come and see me"

Jimmy's eyes were glued to the cash. "Whow... thanks Mr Warnock" he said, grabbing the money.

He shelled out another hundred and passed it to me. "And now that you're one of my girl's here's a little something in advance Lisa"

"Oh Mr Warnock thank you" I gushed enthusiastically. God a hundred dollars already I thought

"Well its time to go I guess" he said. "Come on Lisa" he said addressing me.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Work of course... or have you already forgot who you work for?"

"But I didn't think it would be today... not now... I thought... I thought... " I didn't know what I thought at that precise moment.

"No, come on lets get started... we have plenty of time" he said, Jimmy and I followed him outside. Max put his arm around my shoulder, either protecting me or not wanting me to flee the area. He wanted to get me on the game as fast as he could, not wanting me to think about it and have some remorse later and back out, once he broke me in I was his forever.

Seeing the concern on Jimmy's face he said "It's ok Jimmy... I'll take good care of her... you don't have to worry about her" holding on to me tight.

I saw the look in Jimmy's eye; the look of someone who thought he'd sold me out and he'd received his thirty pieces of silver.

Max Warnock guided me to his car. The big black car with the tinted windows that he had stalked me with over the past week or so. He opened the passenger door for me.

"Where are we going Mr Warnock" I asked, becoming a little concerned.

"Oh don't you fret honey, no need to worry... I have someone I'm sure will want to meet you, later when your all finished I'll make sure you get home safe and sound."

For the first time I was starting to have second thoughts. The passenger's door closed as I fastened up my seat belt. This was it.

I could see Jimmy standing watching the car pull away. I waved to him, but of course the windows were tinted, he couldn't see my concerned look or me.

My heart was pumping hard in my chest, things were moving fast, too fast. I'd never envisaged I'd be starting so soon. I'd only met the guy about an hour ago and here he was driving me to who knows where, to have sex with who knows who. My body started to tremble. Oh god what had I got myself into. I'd made one very, very big mistake.

"Hey honey, it's gona be ok... you'll see" he said, his hand now gently rubbing my thigh. "You have fucked before haven't you?" he asked.

My head was bowed; I was looking at the amount of bare thigh I was showing and his hand slowly stroking it. I nodded and quietly replied. "Yes... yes I have"

"Well there you go, that's all you have to do... I have a guy who wants to meet you, he's gona fuck you, one fuck is just like another babe... if you think it'll help, close you're eyes and pretend its Jimmy fucking you... you can do that can't you"

Still with eyes downcast I replied, "Yes... yes I guess I can" but I really was having second thoughts about the whole thing.

I was starting to feel depressed and wanted to get out of the car and run, but something about this guy scared me. I recalled the discipline part of the conversation... the fine print. I had a hundred dollars of his and I felt sure he was not a man to argue with or aggravate.

I really hadn't thought this through. In the safety and comfort of the "Copper Kettle" sitting with Jimmy I'd been so sure of myself... I'd got what I'd always wanted, now recounting his remarks about keeping me in line, I was scared, really scared.