100$
I had different pricing menus depending on what platform I was making my money on. Working the street was the highest prices cause it was the highest risk, highest visibility (yes I was seen by someone who knew me but that’s a whole nother story), most uncomfortable and just not ideal. So I’ll break it down for you the same way I broke it down for them
100$ = fully clothed handjob
200$ = topless handjob
300$ = fully clothed blowjob
400$ = topless blowjob
500$ = sex
600$ = sex with a BJ to start or an hour of my time doing one of the above.
Everything was done safely with condoms and towels for full service to protect from skin to skin contact. This was explained as charmingly as possible to each and every client I ever encountered. Some people chose to act like they misunderstood, but being that it was ALWAYS money upfront, I rarely had a problem. Except this one night I was working, it was raining and cold. I don’t recall my whole outfit, but I do remember this faux mountain goat (or whatever the fuck shaggy ass fur it was pretending to be) cropped little bomber jacket that I loved for some unknown reason. Anyways, I’m outside and it’s kinda slow but not awful, and this guy pulls up to me & engages in the basic ins and outs with me. He agrees to my terms so I jump in the car, we head to an atm and then to my go to motel where the manager had my back. We get the room and he gives me 100$ so I tell him to take his pants down and sit beside him on the bed. He takes his pants down and is looking at me a little crazy and tells me to take my clothes off. I say no, you’re giving me 100$ which is your handjob with my clothes on. He starts trying to argue and tell me he didn’t understand my English (he was Somalian) and that he wants to fuck and that’s what his 100$ gets him. Now I don’t know if y’all are familiar with track hoes, but we don’t play. We are always on high alert cause we are the most targeted and easily accessed victims of violence and murder. So I reiterate the menu and remind him of his selection which I had made perfectly clear before I got in the car...he still wants to argue and starts to get a little rowdy. So I go to get up and walk out of the room and this bobo had the nerve to jump at me and grab my arm, trying to pull me back to the bed to give him what he wants. Adrenaline kicked ALL the way in soon as he touched me and I literally picked his skinny stank ass up off his feet by his arms and threw him across the room and over a dining table into a window. I have to say, I’ve never been so impressed with myself as I was in that split second before I turned and ran out the door. I go downstairs to the manager’s office where he let me in and closed the door so I could call my man...who just happened to be less than a block away...and who also happened to be a giant body builder, talented mixed martial arts fighter, & golden gloves boxer with a very shitty temper. I told him what went down and gave him a description & the last I heard was that the first blow made the idiot piss himself as he knocked out cold. Doubt he ever tried to pull that shit with a street hoe ever again. I won’t front and say I wasn’t shook by the shit, but I still walked my ass right back to my spot on the block so I wouldn’t be called a fag bitch for going home. It was a hard life out there, man.
