Disclaimer : This is a purely fictional piece of writing and not based on someone specific.

The alarm goes off. I had to change the ringtone from Crazy Love to something more audible and loud to interrupt my bad dreams and nightmares and the numbing effect of the ten too many shooters I had last night. The chime sound seems to work, and I set it twice just to make sure that I wake up. Luckily the dog wakes up as well, and want to go for a leak. She jumps on the bed with difficulty after her nunerous operations and slighly portly stout build, making sure that I am awake. I luxuriate in the warmness of the bed, trying to prolong that feeling of comfort in my own bed with my fat dog as company.

I light my first cigarette of the day, noticing once again the slight tremor in my hand. What the fuck is that? I am only fucking 25 years old. Can't start shaking like a Parkinsons geriatric now ?

Eventually it dawns on me that the sun is rising and a new day awaits. With that thought now waking me up, I am loathed to get up out of bed. Let me lie for another ten minutes, I will just be a little quicker with my beautiful long hair.

This is the worst time of the day. I am awake, reasonably sober, luckily no babalaas as I remembered to drink two glasses of water and popped a pill just before I passed out. What day is it ? Does it matter which day it is ? All the days seem the same. But I have to drag my ass out of bed, the owner of the joint where I ply my trade was more than a little pissed off with me for coming late again. Bitch.

I let the dog out. The sun is up and is hurting my eyes. Let me go and shower. That usually helps. I am beginning to hate showers, as I have to shower after every client that I see. Sometimes up to six times a day. My skin, once so young and supple, are beginning to take strain, in the cold light of day my alabaster white skin is making little hills and valleys, the natural oils in my body being washed away by the incessant need to be clean for the next client. If only that bitch wouldn't check to see if I showered. How did she find out I skipped the shower ? Probably that fat fuck of a client that was smelling like garlic told her. Should never have let him lick my tits. I did use the wet wipes, but that fucking scrawny client before him probably did not wank for two years, and dropped his full two litres of sperm on my stomach, and then rubbed it all over me. At least he gave me a good tip.

My hair. Long and beautiful. Still strong. One of my good features. But such a mission to get it right. Have to use the straightener. What is that, split points ? I have to get better shampoo and conditioner. Don't want my hair to start falling out. Split ends for me ? No ways.

What shall I wear ? My whole cupboard full of clothes and nothing to wear. Does it really matter? The clients have seen my pics on ESA, they are coming to see me naked, so what the fuck should I care what I wear to work. I am not going out with them. Haven't worn that jean for a while, let me put that on. My ass always looked nice in it. Fuck, why is not even coming over my legs. Surely could not have put on so much weight ? Let me try the black one. Fuck , also too tight. Did it shrink ? I don't look fatter ? Let me wear the shorts. Shit, my legs are not that straight, let me rather wear a dress. Yes, that looks much nicer. Damn, why did the fucking cigarette fall on the floor. Now there is another burn mark on the carpet. Let me put the drum over it otherwise the maid will go and complain again and then the fucking landlord with give me shit again. Wasn't my mistake that I paid short last month, the fuck just wanted to look and touch my ass. He better be careful, if I tell his wife what he wants, she will chase him away. Maybe not, just now the fucking house belongs to her, an then she chucks me out. Can't go back to my family again, burned that fucking bridge.

Breakfast, no time , fucking traffic is a bitch. Will get something on the way. Why did I chose such an expensive place to operate from, everything in this place is double than anywhere else. Oh yes, I chose it because I can get more money here.

Start the car. Battles to get going. Probably needs a service, but it is so fucking expensive. Can wait for next month. Shit I need petrol. Let me just put in 10 litres, will get me to work. I will keep some of my tips for petrol. Forgot about it last night when I was buying shooters for everyone. Luckily no toll gates, that was fucking embarrassing when I didn't even had the R 12-00 to go through. Luckily that fucknut was behind me. Fuck has got so much money, could have just as well given me the whole R 100-00, but he is such a schnorre.

Was that bottle finished that I bought yesterday ? Let me stop at Tops and just get a refill. Just now I dont have time to slip out again.

Drive into work, must remember to park my car at the back. These weirdos can easily get your address and start stalking me. Where did I put that bottle. Oh joy, there is still a quarter left. Let me drink that now just to build up some Dutch courage.

I walk into the parlour. Happy face now, and chew that spearmint. Must remember to go and mouthwash. The cigarette also helps. This cough is becoming a little irritation now, never know when it is a real cough or a smokers cough. Started smoking only a few months ago, but already hooked on it. Need it. Want it. Need it. Some sanity, rather suck on that than a dick. Oh yes, I am a massage girl, no need to suck dick. Just those old regulars, who would go to the blond with the big tits if I don't suck their dicks. I am sure she gives extras, how come she is so busy. Her tits are bigger, but then again not everybody likes some Mooreesburg silos. Mine is a little small, in fact, almost non existent. Nipples small and not really that responsive. But I do hava a nice ass. And I am stunningly beautiful. Let me just look in the mirror again. Damn, nearly tripped on the fucking carpet, look what you are doing. Have a sandwich, the quarter bottle went straihght to my head. Probably just topping up from last night. Why did I drink so much?

Oh well, let me see who has phoned to book me. No one yet, thank God, not in the mood to see anyone now. Let me go and have another cigarette. Bored, let me listen to some music. My true love. I know almost all the new songs that are out, and know the words as well. Earphones on, skyf in my mouth, let me chill.

Two hours later and it is lunchtime. Where are the clients? Need some cash for petrol. Is that my name that Bitch is calling ? Nearly forgot my new battle name, changed it when I started working here. New beginnings. New client. Smile your happy smile. Take him to the room. Collect the money. I wiil be back now. There is the shower, I will be back in a jiffy. When you are done with the shower, please make yourself comfortable on the plinth. Big word.

Doos booked for an hour. OK, give him two minutes to undress and piss, hopefully in the toilet, don't they know that we can smell if you pissed in the shower? Why do men always piss in the shower. I have to stand in that fucking pisswater. Me and my lovely feet with my frumpy toes. The blue toenails. Oh fuck, the nail polish has started coming off. Now the doos will write a review again and despite all of the good things, will focus on my toenails. What colour is in my handbag. Black. Fuck. Sommer gonna paint the black over the three chipped nails.

Ten minutes gone. Thankfully just 50 minutes to go. The three long sips from the bottle still warm in my stomach. I am zoning out a bit. OK , lets do this.

Happy face again. Doos is lying down on the plinth. Get the oils, and start with the legs. Looks reasonably clean. No funny smells. Start my standard conversation. Your first time ? Yeah right. Nice job that you can slip away for an hour ? Really, your business. OK, will be a little more intimate. Touch his ass and slide my hand underneath to feel his dick. What car was he driving? Maybe get a good tip here. Standing in front of him working the shoulders. His hands started probing, feeling my ass. Fuck that was close, no need for a rectal exam. His hands now more insistent, probing at my pussy. Let me move around to avoid that.

Yes I know I look nice, they all tell me that. No really, you can trust me. Yeah right. Ok, turn around. This one is gonna be easy. Already half erect. Do my kissing of the ears and the suggestive kissing and licking of the chest down to the stomach, stopping just short of the pubic hair. Not gettting another fucking pubic hair in my mouth again. At least looking clean. Doos is making such upward thrusts now that I am scared he will puncture my throat. Better get my face away from there, this fuck can just come all over my face if I dont watch it.

OK, do the trick of sitting on the plinth in front of him, his legs over mine so that there is no way he can enter my dry pussy. Drip some oil over his dick and start wanking. Wonder if he will give me a bigger tip if I play more with his balls. Maybe just slide a finger past his ass, some fucks like that. Sitting just out of reach of his probing hands, he is like a contortionist trying to grab my tits. Fuck, why are you sitting up now. No, wants to kiss me . Hands squeezing my tits, not gently. Slighly sensitive. Probably PMS time again. Licking my neck, biting it. Don't leave a fucking mark, I will give you a doosklap. Happened once before, but then it was in the heat of the moment, but my fucking mother saw it and called me a whore. Again.

No tongue from my side, his halfway down my throat. This is kak. Push him down, Lie Back and Enjoy. Play with his balls as well. Just come now for fucks sake. Change hands, my Parkinson hand not so strong. Luckily I can wank with both hands. Doos starts to gasp for air. Dont get a fucking heart attack. Just come. Look out, some sperm just seem to jump out. Let me cover the top, rather my hand than my tits and tummy again. Ah finally. Just wipe his cum on his hairy dick. Maybe wifey will smell it tonight. Tell him first what a wonderful client he is, and that you got so hot as well that you also had an orgasm. They like that. Thinking that they can make you come by fondling your tits. Anyway, start wiping the dick and move slightly away. Just a reminder that the session is over and that you still need to shower before the hour is up. Maybe there is another doos waiting for you.

Get up and go shower. Making sure all the sperm is off you. Get him a towel and send him to shower. Nice watch. Let me go and wash his back, maybe the tip will be more. Bad idea, he starts fondling me again. Leave my pussy alone. Its dry in any case. Shoves his tongue down my throat again. For fucks sake. Extricate myself with difficulty. Get dressed and keep the convesation flowing. So nice to have such a great client. Hope to see you again real soon.

The moment of truth. My tip. Picks up his wallet, looks inside, and ... fuckall. He was checking to see if I didn't steal from him. No, I played with your balls. You kissed me. Those are extras. Dont you know ? What, kiss me again and no tip ? Fuck off

Back to my bottle. Drink the next quarter. Why is the blond with the tits so busy ? Maybe I should look for a boob job. Heard it is expensive. Maybe fuck the doctor to get new boobs.

Ah, my name again. Oh cool, one of my regulars. At least I know I am gonna get a tip. What, three o clock allready. Hope he doesn't stay longer again.

Enter the room, he is not even lying on his stomach. No massage today ? Baby, just had a little time, and that little extra we did last time was so nice, it was all I could think about. But do you think we can leave the condom this time. I am sure that you dont like the taste in your mouth . I will pay you more as well. Oh fuck, what the hell. I did see him a few times already. Clean, well-spoken, not too forward. How much extra ? OK another R 100 bucks. I bend down, taking him onto my mouth. I know my oral skills are amazing, everyone that I did it to liked it, even the bouncer last night on the bonnet of his car liked it. Just be careful that he doesn't come in your mouth. Thats just gross. But they never tell you. Oh I am so sorry for coming in your mouth. You were so good that I lost my voice. Yes, the fucking biggest lie in the world. I won't cum in your mouth.

Timed it well. Doos didn't say something, just saw his ass contract and moved out of the way. His fingers are moving in and out of my pussy. Let me fake an orgasm, otherwise he won't stop. OH God baby, you are the greatest, Oh Fuck, I am Coming. Thank God for When Harry met Sally.

My private phone rings. Fuck who is calling me now. Mother. How are you my sweetie. Fine, mum, fust wiping cum from my hands. Don't you know I am busy ? Are we seeing you this weekend ? Yes, but only on Sunday. I have to work again on Saturday. Sweetie, don't work too hard. Maybe I should call your boss and tell him not to be such a slave driver. No Mum, you can't tell him. He is the most difficult boss in the world, and he does not appreciate private calls from his employee's concerned parents. Crossing my fingers when I perpetuate the lies.

Thanks. Collect my tip. Petrol money. And enough for another bottle. And some shooters again tonight.

Let me go finish that bottle. Six 'o clock, thank fuck. Let me run away from here. Where are my drinking buddies ? Ok, meet you guys there. How was your day ? Great, had two clients that I sold policies to. Can't tell them what I do, we were at school together for fucks sake. Another shooter. The music pumping in my ears. The music, the music, the music...Eminem ?

The bouncer sliding his hand between my legs. Wanna go for a walk ? No fuck. Go and wank. Let me go home, must still feed the fucking dog.

Goodnight gang. See ya all tomorrow night again.

The drive home. Slowly. If they catch me now, I will have to pay. I am over the limit. Hopefully not that traffic cop that wanted to lock me up. Took my cash and a fucking blowjob as well. Luckily I told him I have aids. Otherwise he would have fucked me.

My fucking private phone again. Leave me alone. I am concentrating. Only a whatsapp. Who the fuck is it. Oh no, that fucking old doos that I saw some time ago. Told him to fuck off. How did het get my new number ? Oh yes, I called him one day. Why did I call him ? Fuck knows why. Forgot to block him. Just stop and block him. What is he saying ? Oh wrong number. OK. Yes I am fine thanks. Block him in any case. Decrepid old sod. Probably wanking while he is sending me a whatsapp. Just fucking die and leave me alone.

Stumble into the house. Dog looking strangely at me. Whats wrong ? Fuck, forgot your food. Eat bread. No wonder you are so fat. Think I must cull you. One less worry. Stumble into my bedroom. Just set the alarm. Slaap, wat n wondersoete ding. Did I drink a pill and some water ? Nah, didnt drink so much. Sleep, take me in your arms and whisk me away. Please.

Chimes in my ears. Deafening. What is that ? Fire Brigade ? Fucking alarm. My head is like a football, I think I wanna die.

Another day. Into oblivion. I am just going to do this for a year... Just need enough money to go and do that thing.

And another day....

PeterBucks - You've put some effort in to this. Not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Very good.

Excellent Peter Buck. Well done, I enjoyed the read.

Probably belongs in the Off The Beaten Track section.

Dunno but reading this work of fiction i get the feeling the author whoever it is really hates him/herself. Self loathing at its best.

Too much daru makes one bitter and depressed. Consider attending an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting was the best advice I gave a close friend. She went from drinking everyday to being sober for three years.

During this time she earned over two million rand stripping/escorting. Met a very wealthy gentleman and left her job three months ago. Her house is fully paid up, she bought a brand new SLK. Life is just so good for her since she acknowledged that she is an alcoholic and sought professional help.

Good work of fiction, me thinks some people take shit way to seriously on this forum, I don't think PB's writings were meant to offend, but rather to entertain...

Good one son...

Mr C

Excuse me Lalita but your math does not add up.

SLK (complete) + House (complete) + 3 years of living expenses = 2 bar in Gross earnings over 3 years?

I think she needs a serious dosage of wellbutrin and therapy! I missed my work. In the 'real' world, so much narrow mindedness. In our world at least we can be ourselves and laugh and discuss real things openly.

But excellent writing skills!!

Lmfao at daru