Anal Amy

I guess in the back of my head, I’ve had thoughts of being a call girl and getting paid for having sex for a long time. I’ve received offers from prospective clients online and off, know a few girls that could’ve gotten me into the business, but it was never a line I thought I would cross.  I’ll do all sorts of slutty things – sucking cock, getting fucked in the ass, having men cum on my face, but getting paid for it was off the table.

This is an excerpt from a story that looks at what if, just what if it was still on the table.  What if I had accepted one of those proposals I received while serving drinks at the gentleman’s club last month.

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“So how much and for what?” She asked as she handed me the glass a few moments later.

“What do you mean?”

Her look turned more serious. “You must be new. How much per hour? What will you do? What’s your limits? Etc.”

Oh shit. My face turned red, and my heart started pounding. I had done a lot of slutty things, but never in exchange for maybe more than maybe a dinner. While I always liked the fantasy that someone thought I was hot enough to pay me to have sex with them, it was never more than something that I thought about late at night when I was all alone with my dildo.

“First time?”

“You could say that.” I thought about turning around and walking right out of there. Sure, I liked the fantasy, but I just wasn’t ready to cross that line into reality.

“How about two hours for $400?” Continue reading →

Anonymous on Formpspring asked:

Would you ever escort, if the price was right?

I wouldn’t say no. Being paid because a man that thought I was hot, being paid for sexual acts turns me on. However, I don’t think I would ever actually do it…Of course, that doesn’t mean that I won’t write about it.

Last month when I spent a couple weeks working at a gentlemen’s club, I know that some of the dancers did escorting on the side. I was also propositioned several times. Most of the times for things that didn’t involve the exchange of money. However, there was a couple of times where I think it could’ve led to me being paid for sex.

I didn’t accept any of those offers or really get to the point where an explicit offer would be made. However, I decided to write a fantasy story about what would’ve happened if I accepted that offer from a very sexy older female and her lover.

I’m also exploring writing other stories based on high class call girl fantasies that I’ve had. In case you can’t tell, the fantasy gets my panties wet.

In between fighting off the rain and winds today here in sunny (please note the sarcasm) Florida, I was checking my email and got a notification that Nominations are Open for the 2012 Top Sex Bloggers List!

Last year a number of you were generous and surprised me with nominations last year. It was an awesome feeling to be nominated and really felt that you enjoyed my stories.

If you like my blog, enjoy my stories I do ask that you take a minute to nominate me for this years top sex bloggers list.

Alright, gotta run. Sorry to keep this short, but I have to make sure I have everything safely stowed away and am ready for the hurricane party. Wish me luck!

A strip club owned by the same company as the dance club where I work needed a handful of experienced bartenders for an event later this month. I volunteered along with my friend Crystal. Last night, Crystal headed over to to fill out our paperwork and check it out.

I thought I knew what to expect. For a short time, I worked as a shot girl at a strip club when I was eighteen. This was nothing like the strip club that I remembered. This was an honest to god gentlemen’s club. I thought they were made up, a work of fiction until last night.

Missing were the beat up looking girls who were high on who knows what and willing to do who knows what back at your place after their shift. Although, I’m not sure what was going on in the private rooms.

Missing were the out of control men groping any female in sight and verbally harassing them just as much.You can see why I didn’t work more than a month at the strip club.

If it wasn’t for the stages with beautiful topless women through out the room, I would’ve guessed that we had made a wrong turn and were inside one of the affluent hotels down the street. The bars with smooth marble counters looked more like there should’ve been hotel desk clerks behind them instead of girls dressed in little more than lingerie. The over stuffed fabric seats and smooth leather couches looked like they came out of someone’s expensive, luxury suite. Even the office was clean, verging on spotless and looked like they recently remodeled it.

It was busier than I thought it would be for a Tuesday and my fears of making less money then at the dance club faded away. My only concern is the bartender uniform. First I have to pay for it. Second, it’s a pink and black corset, a tiny black thong made out of satin and sheer black stockings with black heels completing the outfit. The type of outfit I’d love to wear into the bedroom, not so much in a public place. I’m hoping the pink ambiance light will play in my favor. I expected tight shorts and mini-skirts with revealing tank tops like at the club, maybe a little tighter and more revealing. I’m going to be spending some serious time at the gym, maybe even venture to the tanning salon and I definitely won’t be cheating on my diet.

I have a couple things in the works for you right now.

I’m finishing up a story about what happened when my friend from high school was in town a couple of weeks ago. I’m having a lot of fun writing it, comparing the sex back then to what it was like more recently. It should ready this week.

Also, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my coworker Crystal. We’ve sort of become close friends after Nicole abandoned us when she got back with her fiancee. The two of us get along great, mainly because we’re both addicted to cock and sex. She’s been telling me some of her slutty stories, including one where she slept with her teacher for a better grade. I thought it was the type of thing that only happened in bad porno movies, but apparently it happens in real life too. So, later this week I’m going to write a story about her adventure. It’ll be my first time writing about someone other than myself. I hope it turns out great.

That’s what’s going on with me. How is your world this week?

-Amy