Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"That ain't want I got in mind."

"You want to be a professional, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I only want to screw."

"Sex has many faces, honey. Some guys piss in your face, or crap under your armpits. It's the way they get their kicks. And you gotta be willin' to give 'em what they want. You ready to smack a guy on the cock with a rubber hammer?

Or stick your tongue in his asshole?"

"Oh, they don't want that!"

"They sure do, sweetie. And that ain't the half of it You ever have a guy put raisins up your cunt and then get 'em out with his tongue? Or paint your tits with chocolate syrup and then lick it off?"

"Wow, that sounds okay!"

"Well then, how'd you like a guy to strap a dildo on you and then make you fuck him up the keester?"

"Do they do that?"

"Listen, honey. There ain't a fuckin' thing you can think of that people don't do with sex. I even had one guy bring a fuckin' monkey in here. He wanted one of my girls to let that fuckin' ape screw her. Can you imagine!"

"Gee, what'd ya do?"

"We fucked the monkey of course. We're here to make money, ain't we? And a cock's a cock, even if it is hanging on some goddam beast."

"You're trying to scare me."

"Sure I am. You gotta know what you're gettin' into, right?"

"Right."

"Well, this business ain't no picnic. We work harder than, any secretary."

"But you have more fun."

"Sometimes. Sometimes it's real hard. I already had most of my teeth knocked out one time or another, and I had a sailor once who wanted to slice off my tits."

"Why'd he wanta do that?"

"He got sunk in the war and ended up on one of them islands, living with some natives. I guess they was cannibals or somethin' because this sailor was real weird. And believe me, you don't have to be lost on an island to get freaky.

Some of the guys in this town are a damn site worse than that!"

"Yeah, I already had a guy put axle grease on his pecker when he did it to me."

"Hell, that ain't nothin'! Guys use salt and lemon juice and bubble gum and anythin' else they can think up. They wanta stuff your cunt with cabbage and prickly pears and all kinds a' shit!"

"Do you let 'em do it?"

"Sometimes we have to. We're in business, right?"

"Right."

"The worst ones are the husbands. Guys who have a pretty wife at home. They get bored as hell with that same old stuff so they come here to charge their batteries. And they get real spaced out sometimes. Most of the times!"

"Can't a girl just screw for money? I mean, can't she just sell herself straight out?"

"You can try, sweetie. But sooner or later you're gonna run into the Martians."

"The who?"

"That's what we call 'em. The Martians. Guys who want something special with their fucking. And believe me, sooner or later they all get turned on that way!"

I wanted to stick around and watch some of the girls get screwed but the Madam told me it would bring the heat to her place, and she had been real good to me, so I left them alone.

The visit had been informative yet my riches seemed farther away than ever. It was spooky to imagine a guy doing all those things to me, or having a thousand guys trying to think up ways to abuse my body. All I wanted was a little screw, for a few dollars, and I sure didn't want to end up looking like the girls at the Vespers. Sure some of them were still pretty, but the ones who looked like they had been in the business for years were worn out. Shadows in a world of light. Garbage heaps where the men of the world came to dump the refuse of their sexual natures.

It made a girl stop and think.

Fucking was one thing, while brutality showed a facet of human personality that was horrible.

"What we gonna do, Paula?" I asked her when I told her of my visit.

"Gee, I dunno, Angie. I never did think we could make much money with screwing."

"We ain't gonna make it any other way, either."

"Yeah, I know. I guess we're doomed to a life like our folks."

"Not me, damnit! I ain't gonna cry myself to sleep every night because the utilities are gonna get shut off!"

"It's the Establishment, Angie. Just like the kids at school say. They don't want us to get ahead. Keep us down so they can dictate to us."

"We say that because we're chicken, Paula. There ain't nobody holding us back but ourselves. Lots of people still make a million bucks in this country, and we can do it too if we try."

"How many guys would we have to fuck to make a million dollars?"

"Only one, if we found the right man."

"You mean like those heroines in the books? The ones who marry a guy for his money?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Gee, that'd be swell, Angie. I'd let him screw me as many times as he wanted!"

I couldn't find a millionaire just then so I let Thomas Harding fuck me for a trip to the movies. I had to get away for a while, lose myself in the dream world of the cinema. We watched one of them R-rated movies where the girl shows her tits, and it got Thomas all shook up, so I let him suck my tits in the drive-in.

And that made me think some more.

If a girl could show her tit for one second on the screen, and a million men in the country got a hard-on from it, maybe there was a way to get rich. Maybe I could fuck for one of those X-rated movies and make a deal for the percentages.

Get royalties on my screwing. Linda Lovelace got rich that way and so did a lot of other women.

The next day I went to, the Studio, a movie house downtown that showed only X-rated films.

"I wanta see the manager," I told the little ticket girl in the window.

"Get lost," she frowned. "You ain't old enough to come in here."

"My daddy's in there," I lied. "You let me see the manager or I'll raise hell.

My daddy should be home."

The manager took me next door and bought me a coke while I told him what I had in mind.

"Yeah, you could make a few bucks." He stared at my nice bosom. "Ain't too many kids built like you, and you sure are pretty, Angie."

"So how do I go about it?"

"Well, I've got a friend. He makes the movies in his basement. Got a franchise with one of the distributors in Burbank. Maybe he could use you."

"How much does it pay?"

"Depends on you, kid. Depends on what you've got under those clothes."

"Do I have to audition? How do they work it?"

"First you gotta let me interview you. At my apartment. If I like it, I'll send you over to see Alex."

Watching all those fuckers on his own screen made this guy horny as hell and he thought he was seducing me with all his talk about being a big movie star. What he didn't know was that I was seducing him. A grown man, with an honest to god cock, a man who would appreciate young stuff.

We fucked for two hours in his apartment.

"You're gonna castrate me, honey!" he groaned when we were having thirds.

"Jeez, my balls hurt so bad I can hardly move!"

"Do it some more!" I clung to his sweaty body. "Do it harder, Mister!"

"Your cunt's on fire, Angie! It's so hot it feels like broken glass down there!

Ooowww, I gotta stop for a while!"

"Do it deeper!" I cried. "Just a little longer, Mister! I think I'm gonna come again…!"

"Turn 'em upside down and they all look alike!" Melvin Carter laughed as we watched one of the girls posing nude with her legs in the air.

Melvin was wrong of course. No two pussies look alike just the same as no two peckers are identical. Some girls have a cunt that goes halfway up their gut while some have a small slit, some have puffy pussy lips while others are sort of flat-cunted, no two clitorises are quite the same while the depth and breadth of the vagina is legend. Even in my youth I understood this truth since I had seen countless girls in the gym shower and it never ceased to amaze me the way no two people are alike. And no two people react to sex the same way either, that's why a strange piece is so real and exciting.