Six years ago she’d been a perfectly average eighteen year old high school senior. Beth had been a late bloomer, and after years of keeping the boys away with a mouth full of metal she was practically an innocent until she’d finally gotten them removed. Not that that’s what she wanted of course, but none of the boys in her class seemed to have much interest in her after the first or second date. Even after she’d dated a few guys, she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone. She had sucked Billy Haskin’s dick after the spring dance, so things were looking up though.
Then one day during lunch she was relaxing under the shade of an old cottonwood while her current boyfriend was out of town for a baseball game, and she heard a conversation that would change the rest of her life.
“No, I’m serious,” the high pitched girl said, making Beth’s ears perk up as she put down her phone.
“No – that’s not” another girl started.
“You didn’t,” a third finished before they all broke up into a fit of giggles. Sitting amongst the gnarled roots on the opposite side of the tree from the girls, Beth was invisible. She was just a fly on the wall, and though she wouldn’t consider herself a snoop or a gossip, this conversation seemed too juicy to pass up. She risked a quick glance around the side of the trunk to try to see who was talking, but she only recognized the girls that had responded: Tasha and Rachel, two other seniors she didn’t know very well.
“I did!”, the mystery girl answered once the laughter had died down. “I needed the money to get my phone fixed!”
“So why not just show some old guys your tits online to make a little money,” Rachel chimed in. “That’s what I do!” They laughed again while Beth tried to stay as still as possible. Prostitution? Pornography? Girls did that? Girls she knew? She still hadn’t brought herself to send her boyfriend a picture that showed her breasts and her face in the same shot, and was shocked by the idea. But the way it made her blush was from a deeper feeling she couldn’t identify.
“You know I can’t have pictures out there of me like that. Even Andrew doesn’t get nudes, though I make that up to him in other ways.” the mystery girl laughed. “After I get my Masters degree in political science and I become a Fortune 500 CEO, I’m going to go on to be the youngest female Senator we’ve ever had, and I can’t let some loser ex with revenge porn ruin all that.”
“But sucking some stranger’s dick for cash isn’t?” Tanya chimed in a perfect deadpan that after a moment of delay set off a whole series of giggles again.
“Listen – it’s through a hole in the wall in a gas station out by the highway,” the mystery girl added seriously, trying to convince her friends what she’d done was somehow normal. “No one sees who I am. No one knows who I am. I just make them cum and get a little cash on the side. No harm done.”
“That sounds pretty sketchy to me,” Tanya replied, unable to keep the mirth entirely out of her voice this time. “Yo. How do you know that the dick you’re sucking isn’t your dad’s, or your brothers?”
“Or Mr. Marsh’s!” Rachel added.
“Listen,” the mystery girl said, sounding unsure as she tried to regain control of the situation. Obviously she’d been expecting a different response. “I think you’re both missing the point. I–”
That’s when the bell rang. The three girls got up and walked away leaving Beth with a half eaten sandwich, eight unread texts from her boyfriend, and a head swimming with questions. A whole world she’d never even considered before suddenly sprang into existence. If she’d never been under that tree, she never would have heard that conversation, and never would have gotten wet at the idea of selling her sexuality to make a little money on the side. She’d been taught from a very early age, that sex was ony something you did with someone you were going to marry, or at least someone you really loved, but the idea of selling it to a stranger? She hadn’t even considered that as an option.
Now she had though, and for the rest of the week she couldn’t stop thinking about it. At home she spent more time looking at blogs and forums on the subject than she spent doing her homework. Her mom and stepfather were always working, so there was no one there to catch her on the computer, and there was no one to catch her whimpering in her bed as she masterbated to the idea afterward. Could she do that? Could she sell a guy pictures of her naked body? Could she suck a stranger’s dick for a few crumpled twenties? Both ideas seemed as intimidating as the high dive over at the penny pool, but unfortunately they made her almost as wet as the pool did. She knew that she could never handle having sex with a man she wasn’t completely in love with for cash. Not unless it was like a million dollars of course, but this wasn’t sex was it? Did it count if no one ever found out?
She never quite shook the other ideas free, and after a couple weeks of fantasizing about it, she finally posted a couple revealing pictures to places like reddit. She made sure they didn’t show her face, or anything in her room that her friends might recognize, but they very clearly showed off her body. The one in the bikini did an especially good job. The plain blue bathing suit left little to the imagination and showed off almost every inch of her pale skin, from her cleavage free chest to her slender waist and flared hips. After she sent that one, she faced a deluge of men old enough to be her dad that wanted to own her, or at least rent her for a night or two. The first one that she opened at random had started out “I’m going to find you, slut. I’m going to hold you down, stretch you out, and fill you up…” and that was far from the most intense message she’d received. Some of those messages were the most erotic things she’d ever been exposed to in her short life, and others were frightening enough that she blocked the sender before she even finished reading their message.
In between those extremes she found a few guys offering to pay her for custom pictures of her naked body, some that wanted her to play a very adult version of dress up with some specific costumes and outfits, and a couple that wanted pictures of her feet. Most of that she was okay with in theory, but inevitably they all wanted to watch her cum on her fingers or toys they were eager to buy her. She told them that she wasn’t sure that a virgin girl like her could do so much, and that videos of her masterbating probably weren’t going to happen, but she spent almost every night cumming to the idea of doing exactly that. The idea of her newfound sexuality was utterly intoxicating, honestly. In the end though, Beth had to delete the account. Not because she wanted to of course, but because she couldn’t figure out how to get paid for those naughty pictures without revealing some small clue about who she was to strangers.
So instead of becoming a whore for men she’d never meet, she focused on her dating life and her grades for the next couple months. She’d planned to have sex with Billy over Christmas break, after things started to get serious and she thought that he might be the one. He apparently disagreed though, because one night while they were snuggling on the couch at his parents place she went through his phone and found the pictures and messages from the two other girls he’d been juggling on the side.
“You unbelievable asshole,” she screamed at him, startling him awake while It’s a Wonderful Life played quietly in the background. He shot up immediately to the sound, but when he saw the picture of Brittany’s tits shoved right in his face, all his answers died in his throat. He tried to explain, but his explanations were awful, and she went home thankful that she hadn’t decided to go all the way with him.
“Baby, I love you,” he tried as she walked out into the chilly January night, lost in her thick down jacket. “At least let me give you a ride home.” Beth didn’t waiver though. If he wanted to date a whore with big tits then he should do that, because that was never going to be who she was.
She spent the next two days crying, but the next day when she went listlessly with her mom on a Sunday shopping trip, an old thought was stirred when they got on the highway. One of these gas stations had a gloryhole, and she wouldn’t have to worry about IDs and payment processors if she was paid in wrinkled old twenties… She spent the rest of the trip responding politely to her mom with monosyllables and noncommittal noises, but in her head she’d once again been consumed by the desire to suck some stranger’s dick for money. It wasn’t even about the money she’d decided, not really. It was about just how anonymous and transactional it was.
On the way home Beth couldn’t hold it any more and finally blurted out on the way home “Mom – I really need to use the ladies room.”
“Well, we’ll be home in just a few minutes sweetie, can you–” she answered.
“No, I need to go right now,” she said with real urgency as they were starting to exit the highway. “Just pull over right there” she said, pointing to the old Travel Mart. Her mom complied with only a complaint under her breath, and as soon as she’d parked Beth bolted from the car to the bathroom.