Whimsical Musings of a whore: An unfiltered walk through the Whore's memories; both recent and long past.
So I said no. It's not a fetish in which I indulge. I think it's derogatory and unsanitary; I may be a Whore but I'm not a Chicken head. But of course the guy kept whining about it and it was a lot of money... but no; I just couldn't. Then he said, 'What if you do it to me first, and if it's okay I can try it to you afterwards.' Hmmm... effective compromise. 'Why not?' Okay, so here's the funny part; when he said 'Water Sports', he didn't mean in the Nasty Fetish Sense; he meant with water guns and super soakers and stuff. It was AWESOME! We even took it to his backyard (he was in White Plains; I know; I need to stop doing traveling engagements, but they pay SO much!), and he took it a step further by pulling out costumes. It's true that I wasn't so keen on having a mohawk for my costume but... he threw in an extra $400 bucks. I have the greatest job in the world; people pay me to have sex with them and play with them! Sure, I lost my hair this time around but when you're playing with someone who's willing to dress up as Wonder Woman and tip you extra... how can you say 'No?'
