Life is a glorious adventure or it is nothing. Confucius.
Ladies,
You were born with a small but very powerful piece of anatomy. It is a piece of anatomy that has built empires and sunk ships. It has enraged men to the point of murder and enticed men to sign over fortunes. It has brought jealous woman to suicide and enraptured open minded woman.
If you are a woman or fully transgender, simply the fact that you posses and have disposition over your pussy gives you more power, much more power than you ever imagined.
Even, If you are not super attractive or posses any other resources what so ever, your tender bits entitle you, albeit modest, to a work free life . But none the less all the necessities with out toil on your part.
One of my very favorite girlfriends - we have been broken up for about three years now, not my choice - lived like this all her life. And even for girls who have everything, girls still usually want some one to love. Well I was the guy she wanted to love for a little while anyway. Until she decided that she didn't need to love somebody, at least for a little while. Maybe she will again. But then she will find someone else I am sure.
I was not happy to see her go. But alas, all things must end. And so it was. She was the most incredible sex I had ever had. However, the sex is not the subject of this letter. It is her chosen life style that is. I was impressed and awed by it. I did not mind her having sex with other guys. She was actually loyal to me. She wanted to be. And she certainly made up for any hurt feelings on my part. She never lied and she never apologized. It was just the way it was.
The long and the short of it is this:
If you posses a pussy, you can have a place to live for free, food, transportation and new clothe on a regular basis all with out keeping a regular schedule or working for anyone. Here is how she did it.
I don't think she will mind me telling you all of this. Not many American woman are self confident enough to actually do these things. When I met Abby, she was living in an upstairs apartment. We had sex the very first day we met.
That first night was amazing. It came as such a surprise to me that I had no time to anticipate it. It just happened before I even thought about making any moves on her. During the day before that same night, we met as she and two girlfriends were returning jet skies that they had rented near a beach in Fort Lauderdale. I had my boat in a nearby commercial slip getting fuel and fresh water. I was cleaning the deck and she walked over to talk to me.
She asked me if I liked working on a boat. I could see that she was interested in me. She wasn't a knock out or anything. But her body was slender. The two piece she wore for jet skiing showed off her legs. Nice! and she kept her hair in dreadlocks. It was funky and exotic and kinda entrancing. I told her that I own the boat and that I was just here to drop off some charter guests and take on fuel. I will be taking "Hadar" back to the Keys this afternoon.
She smiled when she heard that I owned the boat. She invited me to lunch. She ditched her girlfriends and we found a nearby open air lunch place. I asked her what she did for work here in Ft Lauderdale. She said "maybe we will get to know each other well enough to tell you." I was intrigued. When the bill came, she asked to use my phone to call a cab. She had to go back to her place to change and she hoped that after she changed we could come back here and she could ride with me on my boat to the Keys.
I explained to her that the trip would take eight hours. We would arrive near Key Largo after dark and that I would be anchoring out about a mile from shore for the night. I expected her to change her mind when she realized a boat ride on a boat the size of Hadar is not a day trip that you can't just take a cab ride home after ward.
She said "cool. Is it OK with you if I stay the night?" She waited for me to be embarrassed or stammer or something. I realized right away that she was used to embarrassing men with her forward attitude. What she didn't know is that I have had some enlightening experiences myself.
I wasn't embarrassed. What I was thinking however, was "Is she telling me that she wants to sleep with me? Is she expecting her own room?" Hadar has three guest quarters each with their own bath in addition to my capt'ns quarters. As far as I was concerned there was no down side for me. And I wasn't going to turn down the probability of pussy tonight. "Sure, you are welcome to come along. Do you have work or something tomorrow?"
"I don't have anything until Friday." The cab finally arrived. We had to wait for the cab for more than thirty minutes. Which I thought was a long time. But not too long. Her apartment was furnished well and clean but small. She told me right up front that she liked my looks and my attitude and that she wanted to have sex with me. She told me that if it was good, she wanted to see me on a regular basis.
The same cab came back in an hour or so to pick us up and take us back to my boat. Needless to say, after we watched the sunset on the flydeck of Hadar underway on autopilot, we played with each others bodies for an hour maybe longer. She knew very well how to please a man and she was very open about telling me what she liked. She got everything she asked for.
She didn't go back to Ft Lauderdale until Friday morning and she was back in Key Largo by Sunday afternoon. Now with that out of the way, allow me to tell you how she lived.
Of course I didn't find this out until a week or two later but on Friday, Abby called a cab. Yup that's right a one hundred and eighty mile cab ride both ways for the cabby. And it was the same cabby. How did she do that? She had an arraignment with three cab drivers. She never paid them anything. She would call and if one was busy, she called another. She preferred one over the other two and called him first every time. But she wanted the other two handy in case he was busy.
Each time that any of the cab drivers logged an two hours driving her around, she would give them a half hour of sex. They would pick her up and drive her to her place and she would ask them if they wanted to wait and put a couple of half hours together for an hour or two or if they wanted it right now. She knew that they cheated about how much time they logged. "All men cheat." she would always say. She had already figured that into her time.
She paid him right then and there and for the other day as well, as she was going to her place anyway. That ride alone cost her an hour. She let me hide in her closet several times when she would "pay" for things. I was very gratified to see that the sex she gave these men was very different from the sex she and I had. With me she was herself, fun, spontaneous, aggressive, passionate, or submissive. What ever made her feel good that day. With these guys she was what you would expect a hooker to be. Kinda Fakey, but good solid pussy no doubt.
When I asked Abby if she thinks about her self as a hooker. She told me "a hooker has sex with men who are so desperate for pussy that they will pay money for it. Money is the most difficult thing to come up with. I don't like having sex with men who are that desperate. And the man is picking her. But turn that around. If am shopping for shoes and ask a man who is working in a fine clothing store and who gets a great discount to bring a pair of shoes to my house tonight and we will work it out. That man wasn't looking. He isn't willing to pay. Maybe I don't find him super attractive but giving my pussy gets a good work out. That doesn't hurt it at all. And getting a hundred dollar pair of shoes is great."
"It doesn't work every time but I chose what I want and from which man I get it. That makes me wise. It does not make me a hooker." I wasn't going to argue with her besides she loved me. At least for the moment. Abby knew damn well that with her attitude and hutspa, she could have most any guy she wanted. I was just that guy for a while.
Abby kept me very happy. If we were walking down the street and I saw a gorgeous piece of ass walking by and my eyes followed that ass, she would look at me and tell me to stay put for a sec. She would walk up to the woman and hit on her. Point to me and one time we picked up a girl like that and took her back to my boat. Other times when it didn't work, she would tell me that she feels bad that she gets so much and I don't. Then she would ask me if I wanted her to find someone for me tonight? Most times I would say "Yeah! please." She would call a friend or we would go to a bar and pick someone up. She held up her end of the bargain. Wow!
Abby's land lord got two quickies a week or once for an hour, his choice. She had three cab drivers on the dole, she would shop at most any store she wanted and find someone. Usually at more expensive stores. She almost never shopped at WalMart. She kept two grocery store managers on call. If they delivered her groceries, once they arrived at her apartment, unloading the groceries usually took an hour.
Even furniture was not a problem. It was little, inexpensive items that were the most troublesome. Sometimes you just need a little cash. And that was the hardest thing to get. Abby would not hook for it. But she did have that figured out too.
When we were together I would just give her folding cash. But one time we were at Atlantis in the Bahamas and my wallet was stolen. My boat was anchored on the other side of the island. We needed about a hundred dollars for the water taxi.
I watched her walk into a pricey resort hotel bar. I took a seat and let Abby work. She would pick a big spender. She said you can tell by their shoes. "New shoes means big bucks. Clean shoes means on a budget." She sat down beside him and told him that her boyfriend just broke up with her and she needed a drink. He offered to buy her one, hoping the alcohol would work its magic on her. But high class about it, he was being real subtle. She drank it ever so slowly.
Abby sulked and fidgeted and then reached down and put her hand on his thigh. She turned to look at him with an embarrassed look on her face and snapped her hand back. "I'm so sorry. I was coming on to you and I shouldn't do that. But it must be the alcohol or getting back at my boyfriend or something but I am so horny." She let that word "horny" hang in the air for a minute. "But I can't sleep with you." Then in the same breath "But I want to have sex." And she reeled him in by unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Then she put her hands in her lap like she was about to masturbate. Then pulled them to her side like she was embarrassed.
In less than five minutes she had him chomping at the bit. She let him try to talk her into sex for a little while. She kept squirming as if she were pleasuring herself until she could see his dick push at his pants. Then she offered "I know what we could do. We could bet on it. That way if I we have sex I won't feel so guilty because it was our bet and I have to make good on my bet. You can dare me to do anything right here in the bar, like sing a song or dance when the music is over or anything.. And if I am too chicken then I lose and we go up to your room and I have sex with you right now. But if I take the dare you have to do something for me."
At this point the guy is only thinking about the sex. That is the power of your pussy. A guy will risk almost anything for sex especially when his dick is hard. "What would I have to do for you?" He asked.
"I don't know. How about put up a hundred dollars? Just put it right up on the bar and if I don't do what ever dare you make, we go upstairs. You can make it anything you want. But if I do the dare, it is sign to me that I shouldn't sleep with you." She looks at him with her hand still in her lap. Like she can't wait to get off.
He thinks "I can dare you anything huh? What if I would dare you to strip right here in the bar in front of all these people?"
She put a surprised expression on her face and said "Oh! I didn't think about that. Maybe I should take back my offer. Or maybe that is what I am supposed to do, is sleep with you." Finally she asks in a voice that suggests she is scared and vulnerable. "Are you going to put the money on the bar and make a dare?"
He looks like he is in thought but that is only to cover up his anxiousness to get her in his room. I know because I am a guy. I learned so much about myself from watching Abby play men. He didn't wait too long, feeling kind guilty like he was taking candy from a baby, he pulls his wallet out and takes two fifties out of his wallet and places them on the table. "OK I guess I will help you get over your boyfriend." But he is really thinking "I guess I will help you get into my bed."
He feels so guilty and embarrassed that this it is so easy, he eases off on his earlier suggestion to strip. He looks at her and says "I dare you to take your top off and have another drink." He looks at the bartender to see if he approves but he expects that she won't do it.
The bar tender tells him that if she takes her top off, she will have to leave but he won't ask her to leave until she finishes the drink. Abby looks at him with a school girl look on her face. "Wow! I guess I have to make good on my offer." But she doesn't stand up to go upstairs yet. "can I have the drink first?"
The guy is now thinking that she might do it and he might lose. That thought hadn't crossed his mind yet. Just a second ago, he was so sure that she wouldn't do the dare that he even lessened the dare. But he is still confident that he is going to get sex and he says sternly "No, you have to be topples for the whole drink from the first sip to the last."
Abby told me later that she has to let the guy get used to the fact that he is losing, other wise he feels cheated. If he comes to the conclusion that he will lose before she actaully loses the dare, then he doesn't fight about losing the money. He just blames himself.
"Yeah your right If I take my top off I have to do it before I take the drink." The bar keep puts a Morgan and Sprint in front of her. "If I take a sip first, I lose and we go up to your room. But if I take my top off now and finish the drink, I win. Is that right?"
"Yeah that's the dare." I could see the expression on his face. His expectation of sex was holding but dwindling.
Abby sat there looking at the drink. Then looking at him and smiling. She picked up the drink and almost put it to her lips. She looked at the guy. She looked at the buttons on her top. Then back at her drink. Abby puts the drink down and reaches for the top button on her blouse. As she is undoing it, she says "I have to drink the whole drink topless. Right?"
"Yup. The whole thing." The expression on his face is painful disappointment. But he still holds out hope that Abby will cave.
Abby undoes the last button. And as she pulls off the blouse, just to give him his last hope, she hands it to him and tells him to keep it handy in case she can't do the whole dare and wants it back before she finishes the drink. That reassures him and he now looks nervously around to see who is watching. Of course, everybody in the bar is watching the naked lady drink a Morgan 'n Sprite. The spectacle helps to soften his reaction too. Abby explained later that if everybody is looking the guy knows he has to behave.
Abby picks up the glass and moves it to her lips slowly as if she is going to take forever to drink the whole glass. But instead she pours it down her throat and puts the glass back down on the bar on top of the fiftys, her hand between the money and him.
I am sitting two tables away, thinking this is one slick girl. I am sure glad she likes me. She had no trouble walking away with the money. "I guess it really wasn't meant for us to sleep together. But you have really helped me. Thank you. I feel so much stronger. Like my boyfriend leaving me doesn't even matter now. That must be what was meant to happen." Abby picks up the money and turns to expose the full view of her tits to him and the rest of the room. "I guess I earned this huh?"
"I guess you did." He signs resigned to beating off later in his room to the memory of Abby's tits. He hands her her top and watches as she walks out of the bar. Abby told me to wait a minute before following her.
In the water taxi, I ask her why all the show. Wouldn't just doing an honest trick once in a while be easier. She explained "If I give a guy a blow job for twenty bucks, it will take at least twenty minutes just find the guy and another twenty minutes to find a dark ally. If I stay out of an ally and stay safe in the bar it would take an hour to find a john for a full $100 fuck and an hour do the deed. I just made $100 in less than half an hour and didn't take my pants off or leave the bar. Besides it makes me feel good that I did not hook at all."
She was right as usual. She added "Besides, I have had sex with only you since we left Key Largo. I wanted to keep it that way for this trip. You know make it special that way." Can you beat that? She really cared about me.
Well if I ever meet up with Abby again, I am sure we will have a good time. And I sure hope that I get to spend a year or two with another woman like that some day.
I always thought that if Abby would get some sort of part time job, she could do even better. But she never liked to be tied down. So I guess she is still living like that. If there are any woman out there who envys or admires Abby or who would like to live a completely free life, I can put you in touch with her. I still have her number. Maybe you can ask her for some pointers. Let me know.
Jerry
Ladies,
You were born with a small but very powerful piece of anatomy. It is a piece of anatomy that has built empires and sunk ships. It has enraged men to the point of murder and enticed men to sign over fortunes. It has brought jealous woman to suicide and enraptured open minded woman.
If you are a woman or fully transgender, simply the fact that you posses and have disposition over your pussy gives you more power, much more power than you ever imagined.
Even, If you are not super attractive or posses any other resources what so ever, your tender bits entitle you, albeit modest, to a work free life . But none the less all the necessities with out toil on your part.
One of my very favorite girlfriends - we have been broken up for about three years now, not my choice - lived like this all her life. And even for girls who have everything, girls still usually want some one to love. Well I was the guy she wanted to love for a little while anyway. Until she decided that she didn't need to love somebody, at least for a little while. Maybe she will again. But then she will find someone else I am sure.
I was not happy to see her go. But alas, all things must end. And so it was. She was the most incredible sex I had ever had. However, the sex is not the subject of this letter. It is her chosen life style that is. I was impressed and awed by it. I did not mind her having sex with other guys. She was actually loyal to me. She wanted to be. And she certainly made up for any hurt feelings on my part. She never lied and she never apologized. It was just the way it was.
The long and the short of it is this:
If you posses a pussy, you can have a place to live for free, food, transportation and new clothe on a regular basis all with out keeping a regular schedule or working for anyone. Here is how she did it.
I don't think she will mind me telling you all of this. Not many American woman are self confident enough to actually do these things. When I met Abby, she was living in an upstairs apartment. We had sex the very first day we met.
That first night was amazing. It came as such a surprise to me that I had no time to anticipate it. It just happened before I even thought about making any moves on her. During the day before that same night, we met as she and two girlfriends were returning jet skies that they had rented near a beach in Fort Lauderdale. I had my boat in a nearby commercial slip getting fuel and fresh water. I was cleaning the deck and she walked over to talk to me.
She asked me if I liked working on a boat. I could see that she was interested in me. She wasn't a knock out or anything. But her body was slender. The two piece she wore for jet skiing showed off her legs. Nice! and she kept her hair in dreadlocks. It was funky and exotic and kinda entrancing. I told her that I own the boat and that I was just here to drop off some charter guests and take on fuel. I will be taking "Hadar" back to the Keys this afternoon.
She smiled when she heard that I owned the boat. She invited me to lunch. She ditched her girlfriends and we found a nearby open air lunch place. I asked her what she did for work here in Ft Lauderdale. She said "maybe we will get to know each other well enough to tell you." I was intrigued. When the bill came, she asked to use my phone to call a cab. She had to go back to her place to change and she hoped that after she changed we could come back here and she could ride with me on my boat to the Keys.
I explained to her that the trip would take eight hours. We would arrive near Key Largo after dark and that I would be anchoring out about a mile from shore for the night. I expected her to change her mind when she realized a boat ride on a boat the size of Hadar is not a day trip that you can't just take a cab ride home after ward.
She said "cool. Is it OK with you if I stay the night?" She waited for me to be embarrassed or stammer or something. I realized right away that she was used to embarrassing men with her forward attitude. What she didn't know is that I have had some enlightening experiences myself.
I wasn't embarrassed. What I was thinking however, was "Is she telling me that she wants to sleep with me? Is she expecting her own room?" Hadar has three guest quarters each with their own bath in addition to my capt'ns quarters. As far as I was concerned there was no down side for me. And I wasn't going to turn down the probability of pussy tonight. "Sure, you are welcome to come along. Do you have work or something tomorrow?"
"I don't have anything until Friday." The cab finally arrived. We had to wait for the cab for more than thirty minutes. Which I thought was a long time. But not too long. Her apartment was furnished well and clean but small. She told me right up front that she liked my looks and my attitude and that she wanted to have sex with me. She told me that if it was good, she wanted to see me on a regular basis.
The same cab came back in an hour or so to pick us up and take us back to my boat. Needless to say, after we watched the sunset on the flydeck of Hadar underway on autopilot, we played with each others bodies for an hour maybe longer. She knew very well how to please a man and she was very open about telling me what she liked. She got everything she asked for.
She didn't go back to Ft Lauderdale until Friday morning and she was back in Key Largo by Sunday afternoon. Now with that out of the way, allow me to tell you how she lived.
Of course I didn't find this out until a week or two later but on Friday, Abby called a cab. Yup that's right a one hundred and eighty mile cab ride both ways for the cabby. And it was the same cabby. How did she do that? She had an arraignment with three cab drivers. She never paid them anything. She would call and if one was busy, she called another. She preferred one over the other two and called him first every time. But she wanted the other two handy in case he was busy.
Each time that any of the cab drivers logged an two hours driving her around, she would give them a half hour of sex. They would pick her up and drive her to her place and she would ask them if they wanted to wait and put a couple of half hours together for an hour or two or if they wanted it right now. She knew that they cheated about how much time they logged. "All men cheat." she would always say. She had already figured that into her time.
She paid him right then and there and for the other day as well, as she was going to her place anyway. That ride alone cost her an hour. She let me hide in her closet several times when she would "pay" for things. I was very gratified to see that the sex she gave these men was very different from the sex she and I had. With me she was herself, fun, spontaneous, aggressive, passionate, or submissive. What ever made her feel good that day. With these guys she was what you would expect a hooker to be. Kinda Fakey, but good solid pussy no doubt.
When I asked Abby if she thinks about her self as a hooker. She told me "a hooker has sex with men who are so desperate for pussy that they will pay money for it. Money is the most difficult thing to come up with. I don't like having sex with men who are that desperate. And the man is picking her. But turn that around. If am shopping for shoes and ask a man who is working in a fine clothing store and who gets a great discount to bring a pair of shoes to my house tonight and we will work it out. That man wasn't looking. He isn't willing to pay. Maybe I don't find him super attractive but giving my pussy gets a good work out. That doesn't hurt it at all. And getting a hundred dollar pair of shoes is great."
"It doesn't work every time but I chose what I want and from which man I get it. That makes me wise. It does not make me a hooker." I wasn't going to argue with her besides she loved me. At least for the moment. Abby knew damn well that with her attitude and hutspa, she could have most any guy she wanted. I was just that guy for a while.
Abby kept me very happy. If we were walking down the street and I saw a gorgeous piece of ass walking by and my eyes followed that ass, she would look at me and tell me to stay put for a sec. She would walk up to the woman and hit on her. Point to me and one time we picked up a girl like that and took her back to my boat. Other times when it didn't work, she would tell me that she feels bad that she gets so much and I don't. Then she would ask me if I wanted her to find someone for me tonight? Most times I would say "Yeah! please." She would call a friend or we would go to a bar and pick someone up. She held up her end of the bargain. Wow!
Abby's land lord got two quickies a week or once for an hour, his choice. She had three cab drivers on the dole, she would shop at most any store she wanted and find someone. Usually at more expensive stores. She almost never shopped at WalMart. She kept two grocery store managers on call. If they delivered her groceries, once they arrived at her apartment, unloading the groceries usually took an hour.
Even furniture was not a problem. It was little, inexpensive items that were the most troublesome. Sometimes you just need a little cash. And that was the hardest thing to get. Abby would not hook for it. But she did have that figured out too.
When we were together I would just give her folding cash. But one time we were at Atlantis in the Bahamas and my wallet was stolen. My boat was anchored on the other side of the island. We needed about a hundred dollars for the water taxi.
I watched her walk into a pricey resort hotel bar. I took a seat and let Abby work. She would pick a big spender. She said you can tell by their shoes. "New shoes means big bucks. Clean shoes means on a budget." She sat down beside him and told him that her boyfriend just broke up with her and she needed a drink. He offered to buy her one, hoping the alcohol would work its magic on her. But high class about it, he was being real subtle. She drank it ever so slowly.
Abby sulked and fidgeted and then reached down and put her hand on his thigh. She turned to look at him with an embarrassed look on her face and snapped her hand back. "I'm so sorry. I was coming on to you and I shouldn't do that. But it must be the alcohol or getting back at my boyfriend or something but I am so horny." She let that word "horny" hang in the air for a minute. "But I can't sleep with you." Then in the same breath "But I want to have sex." And she reeled him in by unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Then she put her hands in her lap like she was about to masturbate. Then pulled them to her side like she was embarrassed.
In less than five minutes she had him chomping at the bit. She let him try to talk her into sex for a little while. She kept squirming as if she were pleasuring herself until she could see his dick push at his pants. Then she offered "I know what we could do. We could bet on it. That way if I we have sex I won't feel so guilty because it was our bet and I have to make good on my bet. You can dare me to do anything right here in the bar, like sing a song or dance when the music is over or anything.. And if I am too chicken then I lose and we go up to your room and I have sex with you right now. But if I take the dare you have to do something for me."
At this point the guy is only thinking about the sex. That is the power of your pussy. A guy will risk almost anything for sex especially when his dick is hard. "What would I have to do for you?" He asked.
"I don't know. How about put up a hundred dollars? Just put it right up on the bar and if I don't do what ever dare you make, we go upstairs. You can make it anything you want. But if I do the dare, it is sign to me that I shouldn't sleep with you." She looks at him with her hand still in her lap. Like she can't wait to get off.
He thinks "I can dare you anything huh? What if I would dare you to strip right here in the bar in front of all these people?"
She put a surprised expression on her face and said "Oh! I didn't think about that. Maybe I should take back my offer. Or maybe that is what I am supposed to do, is sleep with you." Finally she asks in a voice that suggests she is scared and vulnerable. "Are you going to put the money on the bar and make a dare?"
He looks like he is in thought but that is only to cover up his anxiousness to get her in his room. I know because I am a guy. I learned so much about myself from watching Abby play men. He didn't wait too long, feeling kind guilty like he was taking candy from a baby, he pulls his wallet out and takes two fifties out of his wallet and places them on the table. "OK I guess I will help you get over your boyfriend." But he is really thinking "I guess I will help you get into my bed."
He feels so guilty and embarrassed that this it is so easy, he eases off on his earlier suggestion to strip. He looks at her and says "I dare you to take your top off and have another drink." He looks at the bartender to see if he approves but he expects that she won't do it.
The bar tender tells him that if she takes her top off, she will have to leave but he won't ask her to leave until she finishes the drink. Abby looks at him with a school girl look on her face. "Wow! I guess I have to make good on my offer." But she doesn't stand up to go upstairs yet. "can I have the drink first?"
The guy is now thinking that she might do it and he might lose. That thought hadn't crossed his mind yet. Just a second ago, he was so sure that she wouldn't do the dare that he even lessened the dare. But he is still confident that he is going to get sex and he says sternly "No, you have to be topples for the whole drink from the first sip to the last."
Abby told me later that she has to let the guy get used to the fact that he is losing, other wise he feels cheated. If he comes to the conclusion that he will lose before she actaully loses the dare, then he doesn't fight about losing the money. He just blames himself.
"Yeah your right If I take my top off I have to do it before I take the drink." The bar keep puts a Morgan and Sprint in front of her. "If I take a sip first, I lose and we go up to your room. But if I take my top off now and finish the drink, I win. Is that right?"
"Yeah that's the dare." I could see the expression on his face. His expectation of sex was holding but dwindling.
Abby sat there looking at the drink. Then looking at him and smiling. She picked up the drink and almost put it to her lips. She looked at the guy. She looked at the buttons on her top. Then back at her drink. Abby puts the drink down and reaches for the top button on her blouse. As she is undoing it, she says "I have to drink the whole drink topless. Right?"
"Yup. The whole thing." The expression on his face is painful disappointment. But he still holds out hope that Abby will cave.
Abby undoes the last button. And as she pulls off the blouse, just to give him his last hope, she hands it to him and tells him to keep it handy in case she can't do the whole dare and wants it back before she finishes the drink. That reassures him and he now looks nervously around to see who is watching. Of course, everybody in the bar is watching the naked lady drink a Morgan 'n Sprite. The spectacle helps to soften his reaction too. Abby explained later that if everybody is looking the guy knows he has to behave.
Abby picks up the glass and moves it to her lips slowly as if she is going to take forever to drink the whole glass. But instead she pours it down her throat and puts the glass back down on the bar on top of the fiftys, her hand between the money and him.
I am sitting two tables away, thinking this is one slick girl. I am sure glad she likes me. She had no trouble walking away with the money. "I guess it really wasn't meant for us to sleep together. But you have really helped me. Thank you. I feel so much stronger. Like my boyfriend leaving me doesn't even matter now. That must be what was meant to happen." Abby picks up the money and turns to expose the full view of her tits to him and the rest of the room. "I guess I earned this huh?"
"I guess you did." He signs resigned to beating off later in his room to the memory of Abby's tits. He hands her her top and watches as she walks out of the bar. Abby told me to wait a minute before following her.
In the water taxi, I ask her why all the show. Wouldn't just doing an honest trick once in a while be easier. She explained "If I give a guy a blow job for twenty bucks, it will take at least twenty minutes just find the guy and another twenty minutes to find a dark ally. If I stay out of an ally and stay safe in the bar it would take an hour to find a john for a full $100 fuck and an hour do the deed. I just made $100 in less than half an hour and didn't take my pants off or leave the bar. Besides it makes me feel good that I did not hook at all."
She was right as usual. She added "Besides, I have had sex with only you since we left Key Largo. I wanted to keep it that way for this trip. You know make it special that way." Can you beat that? She really cared about me.
Well if I ever meet up with Abby again, I am sure we will have a good time. And I sure hope that I get to spend a year or two with another woman like that some day.
I always thought that if Abby would get some sort of part time job, she could do even better. But she never liked to be tied down. So I guess she is still living like that. If there are any woman out there who envys or admires Abby or who would like to live a completely free life, I can put you in touch with her. I still have her number. Maybe you can ask her for some pointers. Let me know.
Jerry
