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Another Day, Another Dollar, , a fictional story by Joanna Jet

I wrote this story as a consequence of meeting some people  who lead a
very different life to mine. I tried to publish it as I was asked if I
could submit a follow up to "Falling in love with a TS Escort", as that
story had created a great response and made the site a subject of
discussion on Internet forums which increased their traffic and their
exposure.

When they read the story though, they sent back an email in which they
said that whilst the story was both attention grabbing and an easy
read, it would be far too controversial, even for them and they would
be worried that if they published the story, they  would be considered
as wanting to degrade transsexuals and alianate those that might see
themselves as someone portrayed in the story.
And so it remained unpublished, up until now. I decided that I should
release it as I consider it to be a strong reminder that we do not all
lead a charmed life and that those that we sometimes consider less
worthy or "trash" sometimes have more courage than all of us put
together.

So what is it about?

It is about just one night of a transsexual prostitutes life, as she
works her trade in major city. It is written from a very personal point
of view, reflecting her thoughts and actions as she goes through a life
that is cruel and unforgiving.

I have also added an epilogue that recalls the events that led me
to write this story. You will find it after the end.

When I met the girls that provided me with the substance for this
story, I was given the chance to talk about and see into their lives
for a brief moment in time.
I walked away one just thought. Be humble. I hope this story creates
a similar effect on you.


Another Day, Another Dollar
---------------------------


It's been one of those days, hanging around the appartment all day and
waiting for the phone to ring with someone that's worth it. A bunch of
shits just want to jerk off to my voice, a whole bunch of others try to
get me on the cheap and the rest never make it to the phone box on the
corner just like they promised they would.

So it's 11 o'clock and I haven't turned one decent trick today so it's
time to hit the streets. I grab my shortest miniskirt, put on a skimpy
string top and my sluttiest heels and grab my short coat, so that
everyone can see my arse, which after all those silicone injections,
is by far my best asset.

Fuck it's cold, I hate this fucking weather. As I walk down 44th, a few
cars honk and a bunch of pimply teens wolf whistle from their car as
they shoot by holding their cans of beer. I get to the corner and look
around. No cop cars which makes a change and I wait for some traffic.
A couple of guys slow down to get a good look but I am either not
blonde, too buxom or just simply too tall for their taste and they
don't stop. I can feel the cold biting into my hands and I rub them
together and blow on them in an effort to keep them warm. Hey, hey,
what's this? pretty nice car and he looks like he is going to stop too.
As he pulls up next to me, I put my hand on the top of the car and lean
forward towards him so that all he can see are my gorgeous breasts
pulling against my skimpy top. My nipples are erect from the cold and
they are getting his attention. At least he can't see the goose bumps
on my legs and the fact they are turning a pasty colour from the cold.
"Hey doll, what you offering" he says, talking to my breasts rather
than to my face. "A good time if you like it wild" is my usual answer
and I wait to see what he says next. "I've got $50 bucks, what can I
get?" Aaaaww shit, a cheapskate but $50 will help keep my cell going
for a while longer so I reply "I may be cold but my mouth is nice and
warm if you know what I mean" and I give him that practised smile as I
look between his legs. It seems to do the trick and he pats the
passenger seat. A quick look around for cops and I get in. He speeds
off and the warmth of the heater feels good on my legs. "Anywhere
private we can go doll?" I tell him to head up a couple of blocks where
there is a lot on the back of a closed diner. He then says to me "Can
you play with your pussy for an extra $10 while we get there". Oh shit,
he thinks I'm a GG. If I pull my cock out, he is going to freak, I am
going to lose the $50 and I am going to have to walk back so I give him
a big sad puppy look and drop in the bullshit "You now, my pussy is
really sore from the last guy so can I just rub myself a little through
my panties and it will be for free?" He already has his cock out and is
wanking so his brain has turned to mush by this point anyway so he says
"OK then". Phew, that was too fucking close but we are almost at the
lot now and I use my whole hand to rub myself so that I cover what my
panties are not and to try to think of my rent bill so that it does not
get bigger.

We pull into the lot and stop. He sits there with his cock in his hand
waiting for me to do something so I have to give him the reminder and
rub my finger and thumb together. What is he thinking? that I will find
his cock so fucking gorgeous that I will give him head just for my
satisfaction? Oh please, give me a break!!! He gets the idea though and
pulls out a serious stack and peels out a single $50 note. The guy is
loaded and goes for $50 tricks, just my day. Then again, I woulnd't
even have got the 50 bucks if he had found out what's between my legs,
so the cash drops in the purse and I pull a condom out and with a
practised move, tear the packet open with my teeth. The wrapper goes
out the window and the condom is on his dick before he can even mention
bareback. I lean over and start my trade and he makes the right sounds.
I feel his hand come over my shoulder and he grabs my breast and
squeezes way too hard to be comfortable. He puts his other hand on the
top of my head and tries to push me further down on to his dick. Fuck I
hate it when guys do that. I am getting him going now and he is
breathing way faster but then he tries to move his hand down between my
legs, shit, I wank him even harder and this brings him over the edge
and both his hands move to my head as he pushes me down. I am fucking
gagging but he doesn't care and I feel him tense and then buck a few
times as he cums. He finally lets go and I take a big gulp of air as I
come back up. He's got that stupid grin on his face as he pulls of the
condom and gets rid of it. I give him the smile and say "any chance you
can drop me back?". He seems reluctant now that he's got what he wanted
but he figures I will start making a scene (too fucking right I will)
and so he drives me back without saying a word. He pulls up on the
corner of 44th and as I get out I say "see ya" and he replies "Sure
doll, see ya". Not even a thanks from the fucking little shit.

Once out of the car, the freezing cold hits me again and I see two
other girls standing around. Those two are bad news and consider this
their turf so I start walking up to the next corner, the last thing I
need is a faceful of bruises again.
I stand around again and watch the cars pass by, way too few but then
it is a monday night. A few pull up but they are mostly just losers
wanting to talk to a real live hooker and then wank over it later. A
guy seems interested but then mentions the ATM and I know he ain't
coming back. I see the two other girls get in a large sedan. Stupid
jerk, I wonder if he realises his little threesome is going to cost him
his whole wallet? and phone and whatever else they can get their
thieving hands on. At least they are off the street and well away from
me for a little while.

An old beat-up station wagon pulls up with two guys in it. Not good and
I keep my distance. They offer me $250 to go with both of them back at
their place. It's fucking good money but the car and the clothes don't
match the offer and if they do have it, it ain't much use to me if I am
stone dead in an alley and with these guys, all the alarm bells are
going off. I tell them I don't do doubles but they should come back in
about half an hour and there will be two girls around that will be up
for it. They seem happy with my answer and drive away. Cool, maybe I
can get those two bitches off my case, but I doubt it, those guys will
have probably bitten off more than they can chew!

A pick-up truck comes to a stop, I look straight in and the guy looks
OK. His eyes are a little glazed and he looks like he has just spent
the night in a bar but he is not slurring his words and he's from New
Jersey so I am feeling pretty comfortable. "Are you a tranny cos if so
you are damn hot!" I like this john and the smile is genuine "Sure am
darling and everything in working order too". "What's you rate
sweetheart?" yeah, this is looking promising. "$150 and you can come
back to my place, it is just around the corner and you will get a good
time". "Are you top or bottom sweetheart?". "For you, I will be
whatever you want to me be". "Great hop in". Perfect, I can get off
the street and will make enough for the day so that I don't end up
falling asleep with Jack Daniels. A quick check for cops, the last
thing I need is to get busted when I've pulled a decent trick and I
get in.

A quick drive around the block and he pulls up near my appartment.
I tell him "It ain't luxurious but it's a good location" but he doesn't
seem too bothered. We get in to my place and I immediately put the
heater on. His hands are already over me and I remind him that we need
to sort out the cash. He nods and appears like he just simply forgot.
He pulls out his wallet, counts me out 150 bucks and hands me the
notes. I quickly disappear into the other room to hide the money (you
don't do that mistake twice) and come back in swinging my hips and
giving him the come on. He seems well into me and his hands are
everywhere and I can tell he just wants to get down to business which
suits me just fine cos I can then get to bed quicker. I tell him to
strip and he struggles a little to take off his socks (at least he is
taking them off) as the drink is affecting his balance. I hope he
hasn't drunk too much otherwise he will spend ages trying to put a soft
dick in me or even worse, will take forever to cum. I get on the bed
and get a condom out of my purse. "Is that for me?" he asks. "That's
the way it works". He is already halfway up and I start to wank him and
I can feel him getting hard in my hand. Thank god for that, he ain't
too drunk. "It would be really nice if you gave me head bareback, make
me feel really good" he says but he is too late and I pretend not to
hear as I slip the condom on with my mouth. After a few seconds he is
really hard and as I bob my head up and down on his cock, he looks
pretty pleased with himself. I can feel that he is getting pretty horny
and hope that I can keep the blow-job going till he cums but he is on
the case and he moves my head away and says "I want to taste you". I
reach over for another condom but he already has his mouth around my
cock and I figure that if he wants to take the risk, screw him and let
him get on with it. All guys think they give great blow-jobs but like
so many, he is just shit at it. I bite my lip as his teeth grate up and
down my cock and he is wanking me like he is trying to fucking pump up
a tyre and I have to tell him to ease off a little. Eventually, thank
god! he decides he wants to fuck me and asks me to go doggy so that he
can see my great arse (the injections were worth it). He tries to spin
me around but I get the chance to put some lube on the condom and some
more up my arse before I get into position. I feel his cock pushing
against me as he tries to find my hole and when I try to guide him in,
he pushes my hand away saying "Leave me to it, I like the challenge".
Weird but then again, I have had a lot stranger so I leave him to it.
After a few seconds, he finds my entrance and pushes it in in one go.
Ouch!! that fucking hurt but guys don't seem to give a shit about that
when they are screwing a whore. Something doesn't feel right though,
the lube isn't working as well as it should and my arse is getting
sore too quickly. My heart starts pounding as it dawns on me what might
be happening. I reach between my legs and feel his cock as pushes in
and out of me and it's no there!!! the bastard has taken the condom off
and is fucking me bareback. He has a firm grip on my hips and I am
trying to pull away but he is slamming into me harder and harder. I
scream, fuck it if the neighbours hear, and twist myself around and
feel him fall out just as he cums all over the sheets and all over me.
I start hitting him as the tears stream down my face but he punches me
square in the jaw and I fall off the bed. I curl up into a ball in the
corner, sobbing and feeling some teeth wobbling around and blood
dripping from my mouth. He just looks at me and says "Bitch, I was
going to have a fucking amazing orgasm and you ruined it" He gets up,
walks out of the bedroom, puts his clothes on and calmly walks out of
the door.

I don't know how long I stayed curled up in the corner, crying
hysterically but eventually I walked to the bathroom and douched. Won't
probably do a blind bit of difference but worth a try anyway. I look in
the mirror and see staring back at me someone who looks like they have
been served a death sentence. I am pale, my mascara has run all down my
face and has mixed in with the blood seeping from my lip and gums. I
can already see one side of my face starting to swell and the mirror
goes foggy as the tears fill my eyes once again. I look for jack to
comfort me and although each mouthfull hurts like hell, the bootle
soon empties and I feel myself go numb and eventually sleep overcomes
me.

It's daylight outside and my head hurts like hell and for one brief
moment, I don't remember what had happened the night before but then
it comes back in a rush as I see the dried cum on my body, I remember
what that bastard did to me and I feel my heart sink. I knew I would
feel this way every morning for the next six weeks and then after the
test, possibly for every day of my life afterwards. I get up, naked
expect for my heels and wobble to the bathroom. I lose the heels,
shower, scrubbing myself almost raw, dry off and look in the mirror.
The bleeding has stopped and my teeth seemed to have settled. There is
a bump on my jaw and the bruise is going a nasty yellow brown but I
have some heavy foundation that would cover it up.

The phone rings and I answer. A voice at the other end said "Hi, I saw
your ad in screw. You look like a real babe and wondered if you were
free?". "Sure hon, with a cute voice like yours, of course I am free.
If you want to come and see me, you need to......".

Another day, another dollar.


The End.



Epilogue
--------

What could have compelled me to write such a story?

It was because I was permitted to glimpse into a world in which I know
I would never survive, that I do not have the determination or courage
that is needed to make it through each day of this world and I want
people to know a little of what I have learnt, to appreciate their
lives a little more and not to judge character from someone's
profession.

And this is how it all started.

I was in New York for a few days, doing a spot of escorting out of a
midtown hotel suite. This is always a good earner for me as TS escorts
in NYC do not work at the exclusive level, which leaves me a nice
little niche to work every couple of months or so.

From what I had learnt from various sources, the majority of TSs
worked the streets, some worked for a madam which gave them a place
and the lucky ones managed to get flats uptown or in queens to work
from. The NYC girls were described to me as hard and tough, mostly
mexicans with some brazilians and argentinians thrown into the mix.
They stuck together and trusted no-one outside of their community.

I was curious and I wanted to talk to these girls. I wanted to find
out if we had anything in common. After all, I was a shemale and they
were shemales. I make money from offering sexual services and so did
they. I wanted to know what they would make of me.

So I went to Edelweiss (now shut after being busted so many times
by the NYPD). It could only loosely be described as a club. It was
a place where johns would go to meet transsexuals working for tricks.
It is where many of the girls went to so as to avoid working the
street.


When I first entered Edelweiss, I was immediately excluded and avoided.
I was a transsexual but I was different. I was a white girl that was
dressed sexy but not the type of dress that would work well for
hooking, It is common knowledge (as I was to find out later) that white
shemales look down on latinos and I was probably in the club so that I
could sneer or look down on the girls. I stood alone and watched as the
girls made their suggestive moves to lure potential tricks and used
heavy eye contact to draw in the guys looking to score.
After a while, I became an object of curiosity. I had not tried to
put down the girls, I had been approached by johns and had worked them
just like the other girls in the club but all the johns ended up
shaking their head and walking away. And so it happened, one of the
girls approached me and with a look of scorn, spat out "Why are you
here white bitch, don't you know that you are not welcome. If you want
tricks, get them elsewhere". I replied "I am not here for tricks, I
could get them if I wanted but I don't want to. I've finished for the
day and my last john told me about this place so I came to check it
out, that's all". I still do not know whether it was my reply or my
British accent but the girl immediately eased off. "This would not be
where I would go after work though" she added. "Well I'm from out of
town and I don't know any better (a quick smile) I am not here to make
trouble, I just wanted to talk to other girls that do what I do. There
are not many of us in England and by the way, I'm Joanna". She now
seemed much calmer "No shit, maybe I should get my ass over to england
then, we keeping fall over each other in NYC! an english shemale hooker
eh, well we sure as hell don't see that everyday!". I was glad she was
smiling now "Yeah, I'm a pretty rare species, but even 3000 miles away,
there are johns and as long as there are johns, there will be girls
like me to give em what they need". She laughed and replied "Joanna,
you were one crazy bitch walking in here on your own, but you stood
your ground, you seemed to work the johns as well as any of us and
you have that english accent that makes eveything you say sound funny.
So you want to meet us eh? I'm Silvia, welcome to New York and do me a
favour, the next time you decide to shift your little english arse into
a club, ask someone who knows about the place first OK? come on, I want
you to meet some of my friends, you are really going to freak them
out".

And so she drags me off downstairs and over the next few hours, I got
the chance to meet some amazing people, hear incredible stories, some
of which had me in hysterics, others almost in tears. They told me off
for not having the first clue how to work my booty and I received some
nice compliments about my legs and my tattoo. We talked shop and they
knew from the way I described some things, in a way that only a hooker
could know, that I was the genuine article, not some dumb blonde who
thought it would be call to pretend so she could hang out with hookers
and for a brief moment in time, I was allowed to be part of a world
that skims along the very edge of society and is populated by people
rich in personality but for whom, the prospect of being financially
rich is as foolish a thought as the one where a john falls in love with
them and takes them away to a life where they can just be a girl that
looks after her man.

When I finally left (after a few too many Edelweiss specials which came
from under the counter as they has lost their liquor licence some time
ago) I returned to my suite in the top midtown hotel and I felt awkward
being there, as I knew that just 10 minutes ago, I was with a bunch of
amazing individuals that many never slip between the thick pressed
sheets of king bed in a 5 star suite, but I do know this, some of them
will not stop trying and I really hope that some make it. They deserve
it.
The following morning, I woke up and wrote "Another Day, Another
Dollar" in one sitting.

To each and everyone that I met in Edeilweiss on a Wednesday night in
February 2002, you have my respect and admiration. Please take care
girls, it's a tough world out there but you do not need me to tell you
that.

Joanna