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A word from your hosts...

Evie Swan, VBE Founder and CEO
&
Stevie Kane, VP of Hospice Operations

     "What if every hotel room came with a teenage girl instead of a Gideon's Bible?"

     That was the question Evie posed to me one dark night as we wandered the streets of Manhattan. We'd started out with a couple clubs and somehow ended up doing a lesbian strip scene in the Four Season's piano bar. After that things got a little fuzzy, but I definitely remember the question. It came while we were standing on W57th Street, offering drive-by blow jobs and skirts up, panties down, over the bumper humps to cabbies and cops.

     Working stiffs, you know. It was that kind of night.

     "Where do the girls come from?" I wondered and Evie smiled.

     "Somebody will have to put them there," she said and I could see the plan coming together behind those pretty blue eyes of hers.

     Three months later Vatican's Best Escorts opened its first Hospice. We had the girls. They were runaways mostly, starving kids getting bounced through the system, neglected, malnourished, abused. They needed more than a handout, they needed friends and family. That's where we started and the first Hospice was a sanctuary, not a hotel, with thirty rooms for sixty girls, a community shower, small kitchen, and no cable.

     The entire staff consisted of Evie, Annika Stahl, and me. It was fun, rewarding, and the hardest work I've ever done in my life. I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Now we're operating 33 Hospice Resorts in 29 countries with nearly ten thousand rooms and ten thousand complimentary girls dedicated to the satisfaction of our guests. They live and work at the Hospice for 12-18 months, gaining experience, learning who and what they are, and then we find them new homes through adoption or placement in a field most suitable to their talents.

     We've been called everything from White Slavers to A Finishing School for Prostitutes, but only by people who haven't looked into a runaway's eyes and seen the desperation there. Yeah, we've put a girl in every room and our customers use them like whores, that's a fact. We've taken sluts and virgins alike and taught them to use their natural talents. We've given them a home and more importantly a choice. The only girls you'll find waiting for you when you check-in to a Hospice Resort are the ones who want to be there.

     And none of our guests have ever wondered what happened to the bibles.

         ~Stevie. K.
         V.P. Hospice Operations


     The first time I met J.W. Marriott, I knew we'd soon be in bed together. Escorts and hotels are a perfect fit and our combined expertise in the personal service industry has been a model of complimentary economics.

     But who wants to talk about that? It's enough to know that our Hospice Program has proven itself a resounding success. Our hotels and resorts, operated under Marriott management and staffed by Vatican's Best Teen Escorts, have set a new industry standard for quality of service. Most of our rooms � and our girls � are booked weeks, if not months in advance. Even as you read this, two new luxury hotels are under construction in Bahrain and Athens, and the former Raffles Hotel in Singapore is undergoing extensive remodeling to serve as our Asian Flagship.

     Why? Aren't we making enough money already, pundits ask, and the answer is simple. It's not about money. The profit margin for VBE's share of the Hospice business is zero. It's a non-profit endeavor. Every penny we make from every paying guest goes right back into the Hospice Program budget. Marriott's making money and I don't begrudge them a fair return on their investment, but our goals are very different.

     The Hospice Resorts provide homes and schools for our teenage escorts. We take children off the streets and out of abusive families and broken welfare systems and we give them a safe, friendly environment to grow into young adults. They learn to socialize not only with their older customers, but with each other as well. They make friends and learn trust and caring. They develop a morality based on common experience and the common good. We instill in our young women and budding transsexuals a Faith in something Greater than themselves.

     We also teach them how to use their sexuality, the greatest gift we've been given. Sexuality and the Free Will to use it. So many of our teen escorts never had a choice and the Hospice program gives them that. We're not operating a mere brothel, anyone can sell sex and with far less effort than we've put forth over the last five years. No, we're operating on the principle that you can't rape the willing. We have as much right to desire and enjoy our sexuality as a man does. "Just Say Yes!" and "Please Cum Inside Me!" are more than just sound bites, they're tools for instilling a sense of pride and a measure of self control into a lost and neglected segment of society.

     So don't talk to me about money or prostitution or the sexual exploitation of an economically vulnerable people. We'll leave that to the competition while we're busy doing something about it!

           ~ Evie
           CEO Vatican's Best Escorts

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Hospice Resort & Casino Palm Springs Site of the Western USA Adoption Fair
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The mark of Kane
Stevie opens up for us!
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Gender: Female	Age: 25
Hair: Blonde	Eyes: Sapphire
Ht: 5' 10"	Bust: 36B
Wt: 122 lbs	Waist: 23"
Hobby: Exotic Dance	Hips: 35"
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Ethnicity: Guess Girl
Personality: Alice in Wonderland
Prefer: Escort Groupies, Transsexuals
Available: Weekends
Affiliation: VBE
Location: No problem...I have a jet!
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A former teen supermodel and Guess Girl, Stevie Kane didn't plan on becoming one of the world's highest paid escorts. "It just sorta happened," she explains. "I was fourteen and my dad, who was also my agent, pimped me out to some marketing guys from Calvin Klein. I got the job, but after that I got the reputation too. Once people found out that I'd go to my knees for a decent contract, they were lining up for a shot at my little pussy." As you can imagine, the pressure on Stevie must have been immense. "I was the stereotype, you know? The clich� supermodel with no self-esteem whatsoever. I didn't feel beautiful. Sometimes I had like 3 or 4 guys fucking me at the same time, telling me what a slut I was, calling me bitch and whore. They spit in my face, pissed all over me, whatever they could think of to humiliate and degrade me. "I remember on my fifteenth birthday this guy, I don't want to name names, anyway�He gave me a pair of dogs for my birthday. Big dogs, you know? And they were trained to fuck. Everyone thought it was funny watching one of the most beautiful girls in the world suck off a dog while the other one raped me." By sixteen, Stevie had fallen from the pinnacle of modeling to� "Something else," she says. "I'd started taking a lot of drugs and I wasn't really modeling much anymore. The pedo thing with CK pulled a lot of my ads and by then my Secret Portfolio had hit the internet. My dad had taken pictures and videos of me having sex with strangers and he sold them to some real low-life celebrity sites. It was totally humiliating, but I was so fucked up I didn't even care." That's when Evie stepped into the picture. "Yeah. She'd just opened VBE Manhattan and we happened to bump into each other at Woody Allen's place in the Village. I thought she just wanted to fuck, but she didn't. Evie wanted to talk. "A week later I was emancipated from my dad and I moved in with her. She really turned my life around. Evie cleaned me up, got my head straight, and we worked the East Coast together for about six months. I finally had a choice. It was my body and I could do what I wanted with it and that's an incredible feeling."

The Suite Life

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Sisters Jana & Jeni, shown here in the Palm Springs Hospice brochure, are a guest favorite

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What's waiting in Room 1849 of the Palm Springs Hospice? "We are!" sexy sisters Jana and Jeni reply happily and it's easy to see why the Summer Suite is booked solid for the next six weeks. At 17, Jeni is the older of the two and blessed with a delicious 34C-22-34 body that screams for sex. "I love fucking," she says. "Everything about it turns me on. The way it feels when a man's rocking my hole, the taste of sweaty skin and salty cum, even the smell. I love that rich, musky odor that fills the room." "Jen's really into straight stuff," little sister Jana tells us. "She's pretty vanilla�" "I am not!" Jeni protests. "�but I'm into the kinky stuff," Jana continues and at 15 we have to wonder how kinky the nubile teen can get. "I like anything really, but I guess I have a real sperm fetish for one thing. I love facials and eating my sister's creampie after a bunch of guys fuck her." "We both love that," Jeni says. "She's got an awesome tongue." "Last summer we did the Escort Exchange thing with a couple girls from Japan," Jana says. "That was like heaven for me. We had these monster gang fucks and all those Japanese guys just wanted to cum on our faces." "We did a lot of cum swapping," her sister agrees. "We'd make out like crazy and those wacky Japs would just jerk off on us." "Japan is so cool," Jana sighs. "I wish we could live there." The incestuous siblings could get their wish as the two escorts are being offered for sale during the upcoming Western USA Adopt-A-Teen Auction. Being sold as a matched set, they're sure to draw a lot of attention and rumor has it that the bidding will open at $50,000. "How much is that in yen?" Jana wonders and Jeni rolls her eyes, but doubtless there are some men in Japan wondering the same thing.

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- While the cat's away, the girls will play...Nicely!

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Teen Escort Lonnie has a lot to smile about as she takes the reins in Palm Springs

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It's no small responsibility managing 216 teenage girls, but someone has to do it. While Evelyn is preoccupied with running VBE as a global enterprise, Annika is directing Teen Escort Operations, and Stevie is watching over the Hospice Program� "Someone has to be right there at ground zero," Lonnie explained in a recent LA Times interview. "Every Hospice has an Escort Manager to make sure the girls are taking care of themselves and each other, handle scheduling, and settle the little disputes and day-to-day problems that never seem to end. It's a lot of work, but pretty fun too." It's also unheard of in the hotel business to put so much responsibility squarely on the slender shoulders of a seventeen year old girl, but VBE has been breaking the mold since the beginning. "We look at it as a training program," Lonnie continues. "Marriott is running the hotel operations and the Escort Manager position was created as an internship. I applied for the job and submitted my resume and did the interviews. I sat down with Evie, Annika, and Stevie and really had to sell myself to them. It wasn't easy." Like all VBE corporate officers, the Hospice Escort Managers are escorts themselves. Lonnie has been working the Palm Springs Hospice since it opened four years ago, but it wasn't an easy road to travel. "My mom and both of my step-brothers are whores down in Tijuana and I turned my first trick when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I didn't have a choice; if I wanted to eat, I had to walk the streets, it was that simple." Lonnie slipped over the border when she was twelve and ended up doing kiddie porn in Phoenix and that turned out to be the girl's lucky break. "Annika saw one of my videos, I guess. Evie's got people in the business or something, and they tracked me down." [See the Teen Rescue Program] "They'd gotten me hooked on heroin and I was a real mess, but I remember Vicky kicking down the door. It was like a movie, really intense, and I ended up here in Palm Springs, clean and happy for the first time in my life. I really owe my life to VBE." Such stories are not uncommon around the Hospice and the experience serves Lonnie well as she deals with the personalities and problems of her teenage charges. "I'm the boss, but I'm more like a big sister in a lot of ways," she says. "All the girls want to be here too, which makes it a lot easier. Most of the problems come from girls just being girls. They don't want to clean their rooms or they break curfew. A missing dildo can turn the place upside down. It's kind of silly sometimes, but there's a serious side too. Anytime you get a couple hundred girls together, you're going to have some problems." Her biggest headache? "If a girl feels she's not getting enough attention from guests. Like if a room goes empty for 3 or 4 days, and it happens sometimes, the girl might start worrying that she's ugly or fat. It's ridiculous and some of the others might start teasing her about it. We manage though, it's not the end of the world and we've all been through it." Our only other question is which room do we have to book to get a night with Lonnie? "Room 1111," she replies. "It isn't a fancy suite or anything, but the view is spectacular!" -

rOCk My wOrLd

17yo Wendy takes a break between customers. The dormitory provides the only real privacy an escort can expect.

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It may surprise you to know that our escorts don't live in the hotel rooms where they're assigned. Instead, the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors of the Palm Springs Hospice provide dormitory living arrangements for the girls. Each of the three floors comes complete with 4-girl bedrooms, a community shower, recreation room, and classroom facilities. The Hospice operates at a yearly average of 85% capacity, so at any given time there are some 30 girls without assigned rooms or guests to entertain. Of course, they do mingle with customers in the lounges, around the swimming pools, and especially in the discotheque where "vacancies" as unassigned escorts are called, perform live sex acts on-stage and practice their exotic dancing skills. In general, however, most of the girls welcome a day or two off every once in awhile. "It's nice being popular and we all want to get booked every chance we get," Teen Escort Wendy explains, "but I think Lonnie's been putting Viagra in the water or something. Every guy that comes here just wants to fuck, like non-stop, you know? I swear, I started out in the Orlando Hospice and maybe it's because those guys were younger and had their wives and kids with them usually, but the men there would go for a morning blowjob maybe and then a hard ass fuck later that night. After they put the kids to bed, you know?" Is there a lot of anal sex in Orlando? "Oh yeah! Ass fucking and cocksucking, that's all they want because the wives won't do it or something. I mean, the wife is usually right there cheering the guy on, like better me than her, right? It's kind of crazy. Most of the straight sex is with teenage boys, like 13 or 14 years old and the parents brought him to Disneyland to lose his cherry. It's pretty cool actually." But here in Palm Springs... "The guests here are mostly older and retired, so you wouldn't think they could get it up 5 or 6 times a day, but they do. And that last nut takes forever to blow! They're good at it, you know, so I can't complain. Old guys definitely know how to fuck best, but I've gotten my pussy hammered for like two weeks straight before and after awhile I'm just begging for a couple days in the dorm. I can turn on some tunes, relax, maybe get one of the other girls to go down on me for a few hours. It's pretty sweet and we take care of each other pretty good." We're sure you do, Wendy. Enjoy your break.

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"A slice of hot Cherry Pie!"

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Ten Questions (and very few answers)

Victoria Lowry in Olympic Form

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Vicky Lowry doesn�t do interviews. She doesn�t usually pose for photographs either and to the best of our knowledge, she�s the only VBE employee who isn�t an escort. We caught up with her at the YWCA in Philadelphia and had to ask.. What is it that makes you so special? �I could tell you, but then I�d have to kill you,� she replies, shrugging out of her one piece swimsuit. �Nine more.� Your job title is �Troubleshooter� �What does that mean exactly? �I shoot trouble,� she explains. �Eight to go.� What did you do before joining Vatican�s Best Escorts? �I was in the Navy.� Oh. You were a sailor? What did you do in the Navy? �I was a SEAL. You�ve got six questions left,� Vicky says, sounding impatient as she begins trimming her pussy hair with a straight razor. She doesn�t have very much, just a thin landing strip above her pronounced clitoris. Have you ever killed anyone? �Not today, but it�s still early yet.� Her dark eyes have a curious gleam as she holds up the razor. Maybe we should change the subject. How old were you when you lost your virginity? �Who says I�m not a virgin?� Uhhhh� �Just kidding,� she says with a smile, her first. �I was fourteen, playing spin the bottle with a couple boys I liked. I fucked both of them, but none of us knew what we were doing.� Have you ever been an escort? �How many is that, five? No, I�ve never been an escort. I like to give it away. Four left.� Everyone else at VBE from Evie on down is an escort, or was at some point�Why not you? �I dunno. Ask Evie, she hired me.� You�ve got a really, uh�amazing body. Is it true you were in the 2008 Olympics? �Who told you that? No. That girl on the Olympic swim team just looks a lot like me, that�s all.� Is she your twin sister? �Do you really want to waste the question? It�s your last one.� Right, ummm�Okay. Let�s say that if you have killed people, just hypothetically speaking, uh�Who was your biggest target? �Hypothetically? Well. Do you know why they can�t find Osama bin-Laden?� No. �Now you do,� Vicky says with a grin, grabbing her shampoo and a towel. �Let�s not do this again soon, okay?� Okay. We can do that, er...Not do that.

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Welcome to the Palm Springs Hospice

The Palm Spring Hospice is here to service you!

The Longest Dance

Trish is barely out of high school, attending college and already bored with the world. Coming out of a broken home and starting college, she's like a lot of other girls struggling to find a place in the world. When the opportunity to make a porn movie comes along, she has to make a choice much more important than it seems to be...but life is like that sometimes.

Codes: M+/F, Exhibition, Prost, Oral, Anal, Rough, and a bit Cynical (the way true stories often are)

Copyrighted 2002-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved

Part One

     "Oh!" I looked down at my coffee, stirring a little more sugar in it. "I'm not sure, Jen. I mean I've never..."

     My best friend cut me off. "You're the one always saying you want to make some extra money, Trish." She pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and looked at me with her soft blue eyes. "It's up to you anyway."

     "What, uh, what would I have to do?" I asked.

     Jenny was getting ready for work, putting on a little too much makeup though, I thought. She looked pretty enough without it, but I guess being under the lights made her somewhat self-conscious, I don't know.

     "Well, they just want to do a movie, like a couple hours is all it takes. Some guy talks to you, like an interview thing and then you undress and then have sex with some guy. That's it," she said, staring into the small mirror propped up against her purse, concentrating on her eyelashes now.

     "I don't know," I repeated and Jen was getting tired of my indecision.

     "It's up to you, Trish. I'm going and I'm pretty sure April's going. They're looking for three girls, I can find someone else, it's no big deal." She stopped talking as she did her lipstick. "Anyway, it's 600 dollars, so let me know tonight, okay? If I don't hear from you, I'll find someone else. Donna would do it, I think. She's pregnant again and needs the money."

      "Another abortion?" I shook my head. "She needs to get her tubes tied, is what she needs."

     Jen laughed. "Yeah, no shit." She put her red glossy lips next to my cheek, almost but not quite touching. "See ya later, huh?"

     "Bye." I was still stirring my coffee.

     I thought about it while I tried to do my homework. Jenny and I had lived together since we graduated high school together the year previously. We were best friends and had been since I was 15 and brand new to Seattle. But we were pretty different from each other, so maybe it's true about opposites attracting. Where she was tall and blond and blue, with long legs and heavy large breasts; I was six inches shorter, with black hair, deep brown eyes and a tomboy body, to put it simply. Narrow hips, small breasts, and painfully thin. 

     There were a lot of people, a lot of guys, who thought we went pretty well together. And while we had double teamed a guy or two, Jen was straight as an arrow. I'm bisexual, I guess, although I don't think of myself that way. I tend to tell people I'm hetero with lesbian tendencies. Jen tells them I'm just the opposite.

     She didn't really like it the one time I'd convinced her to let me go down on her. I mean she'd enjoyed it enough to cum three or four times, but that isn't the same as liking it. That had been right after graduation when we'd found out little apartment and moved in. I admit all those margaritas we'd drank to celebrate might have had something to do with what happened, because me having sex with Jen was just about the last thing either of us wanted. Sex always ruins a perfectly good friendship. But damn if tequila doesn't make me incredibly horny and Jen too, for that matter. The next day, feeling a little embarrassed, we agreed that tequila was no longer permitted on the premises, and we got busy with just being friends. 

     I also got busy with school, taking a fairly massive load that first year, and not much lighter this second year. It was going to take just 30 months to get my Bachelor's though and a few years after that I'd have my masters, and then...My doctorate would be in reach. I didn't always have such clear cut goals, but I did sometimes and they tended to change a lot.

     Jen, on the other hand, is of the happy-go-lucky persuasion. She got busy with life, taking a job as an exotic dancer at a club near Sea-Tac airport. She's not a prostitute, don't go thinking that, she'll go fight club on your ass. She does her sets, serves her drinks, performs a lap dance when she has to, and does shower scenes on the weekends. But she doesn't go to any hotel rooms, or give customers head in the parking lot like some girls we know. And maybe that's why I was a little surprised when she mentioned this movie business.

     Apparently some guys are doing a series of pornographic movies featuring 'Amateurs' meaning young women who haven't done porn before. They've done something like 40 or 50 of them already, and they're looking to do another one. I guess it's a popular genre, if that's the right word. The movies all feature three segments, three different girls, and they like to have variety. Hence tall blonde Jen needs small dark me so we can appeal to a broader audience, I guess. I never really considered pornographic marketing issues before. April, who already agreed to do it with Jen, is another blonde, but smaller, a bubbly Canadian girl with nothing but curves everywhere you looked.

      They paid six hundred for two or three hours of filming, then that would get cut down to what they needed for the finished product. Sounded pretty easy, really. I didn't mind getting naked, I looked good enough, nor did the idea of having sex with some strange guy really bother me. It wasn't like I hadn't fucked strangers before, and hadn't been paid a dime for it. I suppose my concerns were first, that someone I knew might see the movie, or my picture on the box, or a clip on the internet, or something. You know? I mean what would that be like? Especially if it was my Dad, or one of my Dad's friends or something. Yikes!

      And then there was the issue of guilt. Good old fashioned catholic girl school guilt. Would accepting money for doing that make me a model? An actress? Or just a whore? It sounds stupid, I know. Especially considering all the really bad things I've done in my short life, even reveled in, without so much as an 'Excuse me' to God. I mean, there were some days, some weeks and months even, when I could have made a pretty good case for being the anti-Christ. So...I was thinking hard, because Jen was right about one thing. I needed the money.

      Mary Magdalene was a whore. Jesus loved her. I know it's a sin, but I've always believed in my heart that Jesus had sexual relations with her. I mean she knew what it was about, right? And she had a thing for Jesus, obviously, and he might have been the Son of God, but he was a man too, with all the strengths and weaknesses therein. So I'm pretty sure when Mary Magdalene slipped her hand inside his robe, stroking Jesus' cock so softly it might have been a warm breeze, he looked into her soft eyes and fucked the hell out of that slut.

     Okay. So being a whore was okay.

     With that settled, I wrestled with my father. I hadn't tortured him in a week, so I called him.

Each Penthouse comes with a private bathing pool.

     "Hi Patricia." He sounded tired.

     "Hi Daddy! How did you know it was me?"

     "I have caller ID, now it warns me when you're out of money." I could hear his smile.

     "Why'd you answer then?" I laughed.

     "Reflexes." He made a clucking sound. "They die hard."

     "Yeah, so how ya doin', Daddy? How's everything?"

     "The same, I finally got that garage painted. The weather's been good, so maybe I'll get around to the pool house, I don't know."

     "Well, don't strain yourself, 'kay? What did you eat tonight?"

     "Uh."

     "Daddy? Don't tell me it was McDonald's again."

     "Well, I was working late."

     "You just want me to come over, huh?" I threatened. "I will too, you know it, I'll make a tuna casserole or something. That fast crap is gonna kill you."

     "Yeah, I know. How's school?"

     "The same, still here."

     "Uh-huh, how's Jenny?"

     "The same, still here." I giggled.

     "And um, what's his name? The professor?"

     "Paul? Oh...I don't know, we're...you know, in and out."

     "Huh?" He sounded shocked and I laughed.

     "Not that! Daddy! I swear! Where's your girlfriend?"

     "Oh, she's around." He didn't have a girlfriend.

     "Uh-huh, okaaaaay...You gotta get out some."

     "Yeah. So, what's new?" He got down to it like a good Daddy with a girl in college. "You need money? Everything...uh...okay?" Meaning was I pregnant?

     "I'm fine, Daddy. Really. Hey though, I wanted to ask you something kinda...weird."

     "Nothing you could ask would sound weird, Patricia...I wake up expecting it."

     "Oh! Really?" I gave him a little surprised sarcasm and then waited, counting while I smiled.

     1...2...3...4...5...6...

     "What did you want to ask me?"

     "Well, this guy is offering me 600 dollars to do a movie, called...um..." I read the business card Jenny had gotten from one of the guys. "It's Coed Debutantes," I said. "And I was thinking about doing it."

     "Is that...Ahem..." he coughed. "A, uh...pornographic film?"

     "It might be. I don't know. Probably kind of an artsy thing, you know? But I would have to get naked for sure. I was just wondering if that would totally bum you out, or if you'd be okay with it."

     "Look, if you need 600 dollars, I can..."

     "Well, Daddy, I kind of want to earn something myself you know? You're always on me about that Visa bill, so I thought you'd like this, maybe."

     "Patricia," he sighed. "What do you expect me to say? Honestly? No. Of course I don't want you doing that kind of thing, alright? Don't bullshit me, and don't call me up asking dumb questions. You're 17, almost 18 now, if you want to do porn, go right ahead. But I don't want to know about it, alright?"

     "I was just looking for advice, Daddy."

     "Then my advice is no. Okay?"

     "Okay."

     "Okay."

     "Daddy? I'm, uh...I'm sorry okay?"

     "Okay, Princess..." Big sigh. "I just don't want you hurting yourself. I love you."

     "I love you too, Daddy. I better go, huh."

     "Are you alright?"

     "Yeah. Oh yeah. I'm fine."

     "I love you."

     "I know, Daddy. Bye."

     And then we hung up. I called the club where Jenny worked, getting Doris the counter girl, and I left a message. I'd do the movie and as soon as they sent me my complimentary copy, I'd autograph it for my Daddy. Maybe ask for a few more so I could give them away as stocking stuffers to his friends at work. I hated it when he made me cry.

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     Paul and I had been going through a rough bit. No surprises there, really. He was fucking around, but I didn't know with whom. I hadn't really tried to find out, since it could only make me feel worse knowing who she was. I'd been dating the guy since I was 16, you'd think I'd be used to it. But I wasn't. He'd fooled around on and off the whole time, nearly 4 years, and when I caught him, I broke up. Then, somehow, like magic, I'd find myself calling him, or answering the phone one day and there he'd be. Apologizing and promising.

     I wondered what he'd think of me doing porn. But I wouldn't call him to find out, no way. He wanted to fuck around? So be it. I hadn't spoken to him in almost a month and it was driving me crazy. I'd been to some clubs though, acting silly, playing normal and sweet and oh so straight. Once in awhile I'd get lucky and then wake up feeling like I wanted to puke. Saccharine love when I just wanted someone to beat me...

     "Oh Patricia, God, you're so hot! I love your baby tits..."

     "Pinch them...harder...please! I won't break..."

     "Mmmm..."

     "Harder...oh shit...come on...do it hard for me!"

     "Like this, baby...?"

     "No! Harder, bastard...fuck...do it...rip them off!"

     "Hey...wait I'm not..."

     "You motherfucker...Do it!"

     "Psycho bitch! Get out of my car!"

     "Asshole!...Faggot!" I'd shout, watching him drive off. I had a few dates like that, enough to know I hated this new century with a passion. Men in touch with their feelings, sensitive guys who thought that no really did mean no. Christ. So I'd settled for men who wanted to 'make love' to me, tender and sweet, asking me if I'd cum because a woman's orgasm was important. 

     But there had been a couple good ones too, here and there. Like the cop I'd been with twice. He was into sport fucking the chicks who dug the uniform, he'd told me, sitting in a booth at Taco Bell.

     "What are you into?" I'd asked, cramming a nacho into my mouth.

     "Sport fucking chicks who dig the uniform." He grinned at me, daring me to blush.

     "Yeah?" I looked at him. He looked good, even after an 8-hour shift, still crisp and clean. "I just like the handcuffs." I sucked my straw.

     "You wanna get a room?" He nodded out the door at the motel across the highway.

     "What's wrong with your place?"

     "My wife's there."

     "Oh." Sluuuuurp! "Let's get a room then."

     I didn't even know his name until two hours later. We'd met standing in line, waiting to order. He had no problem trying to rip my tits off; he even handcuffed them once, squeezing the flesh close to my chest with a little ratcheting sound until I felt the cold metal digging into me hard. They'd been pulled painfully close together, with that short chain tight between them. Looking at myself in the mirror that night had been enough to make me cum. Having his cock inside me only made it better.

     On our second date, if that's what it was, I asked him to fuck me with his gun. He'd come around after his shift was over, picking me up in his big truck. He had to leave his police car at the station, which disappointed me more than it should have. I'd love to get fucked in the back of a cop car. He handcuffed me, spanked me, and worked on my pussy with his fingers until I was soaked.

     "Fuck me with it," I begged, looking at the big belt lying on the little desk in that cheap motel room. All that utility, just waiting to be used. "Put your gun inside me."

     But he wouldn't do it. He made me suck him off instead. And then I asked him again, to put that cold black thing in my cunt. He just laughed and called me crazy, but not so crazy he couldn't fuck me a few times before driving me home at 3am. I guess he knew I was unsatisfied, a little frustrated. He never called me again. Or, maybe his wife found out and killed him, shot him in the balls with his own gun. Fucked him the way he wouldn't fuck me. I like to think so sometimes.

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