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best money makers; me. I wrote him a check for a couple of thousand dollars.

It was worth it.

Las Vegas was different from Chicago. There was a lot more money being thrown around and almost every week there was a convention of some sort, and Landon provided the entertainment; girls like me; most of us still teenagers. Like in Chicago, our clients were men in their forties, fifties and sixties.

Landon was different from Artie. When we made that trip to Las Vegas, Artie brought his wife; a beautiful woman about his age. That's why he never touched any of us girls. Turns out, his wife did most of the scheduling. It was a family business.

The first thing that happened when I got to Las Vegas to work for Mr. McCready was that he wanted to sample the goods. We spent a weekend together. It wasn't too bad. He was in his sixties. I think we fucked twice and I gave him two blowjobs. I think he was satisfied; he put me right to work.

However, he informed me that the girls that worked for him all had their pussies waxed. He claimed the clients liked the look. I'd never really thought about it, although I knew some girls who were bare.

I got a wax.

The other thing was my clients did not come to my apartment. I met them at their hotel, and they paid me directly.

You might want to know how I paid Landon. When I had a ‘date,' a taxi picked me up and brought me to the client's hotel. The cabbie wasn't a cabbie at all. He worked for Landon, and was just as much bodyguard as driver. Joe was almost my personal bodyguard. He waited outside the hotel until I was finished with my client. On the way back to my apartment, I gave Joe money; Joe passed it on to Landon.

You might wonder why I needed someone like Joe. It turns out there were a lot of freaks going in and out of Las Vegas, and it was a place where whatever their kink was, Las Vegas was the place to satisfy it. On the way to meet my client, Joe gave me a rundown of what the guy wanted. I was prepared. I had Joe on speed dial, just in case a client decided that sex wasn't enough.

I worked for Artie for almost two years. I fucked and sucked hundreds of guys. Within a few months working in Las Vegas, I'd done stuff I'd never done before and had stuff done to me that I'd never had done before.

I always had the week of my period off in Chicago. In Las Vegas, you might call it blowjob week. Although, I found out that some guys like to fuck bloody pussy. To each his own. Their money was good. To my disgust, I also found that there were guys, not too many, who liked to eat my pussy when I was menstruating. Other girls claimed the same thing happened to them. None of us understood, but those guys paid good money for the privilege.

Speaking of eating; once in a while there was a guy who wanted to eat out my asshole. Imagine, just inches away was what some men called the most delicious pussy and this guy wanted to fuck my ass with his tongue.

That's another thing; there were clients who wanted to fuck my ass. I'd never done that in Chicago. It proved to be uncomfortable and painful. Landon introduced me to one of his girls who apparently specialized in getting her ass fucked. She gave me some pointers on how to make it tolerable. It still wasn't. If you want to fuck my ass, it's going to cost a lot; a shitload in fact.

Mostly, however, it was just fucking and sucking. Landon made sure that all the girls could work seven days a week if we wanted to, but we could take a day or two off if we wanted or needed to. Landon expected us all to work when there was a huge convention in town, which was how I came to Las Vegas the first time.

I usually worked every day; rarely less than six days a week. My goal was to accumulate as much money as possible. After living on the street, I'd become very tight with money; I never wanted to be in that position again. I still had nightmares about those two men who tried to undress me behind a dumpster with their cocks out. I never wanted to be in that position again.

Three years after moving to Las Vegas, I'd made and saved a lot of money. It was time to get out of the business. I was twenty-three.

Landon understood, but he insisted on a weekend where he'd have me all to himself. I was okay with that. He fucked me; I blew him.

So, what does a girl my age who'd amass a few million do with her life?

The internet is a wonderful thing. I found that my parents' old house in the St. Louis' suburbs was on the market and the price wasn't unreasonable. I made an offer, and it was accepted.

I moved back home; reconnected with old high school friends. They asked where I'd been.

I'll never tell.

I lived a very quiet, peaceful life. I was asked out a few times a year and less than a few times a year I ended up in bed with a guy.

In Las Vegas, I'd become a very good actress; all the girls were. Back in St. Louis, when I left a guy's bed, I was certain that he thought I was a lousy fuck or didn't know how to suck cock. I was still a good actress, and I liked it that way.

THE END

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