It started innocently enough...sort of. I was 21. I went to a hotel bar where I'd heard older women hung out. I met one there. I don't count this first fling as prostitution per se. To me, prostitution is straight up selling sex for money. What developed with this lady was a different. We "dated" for months. She took me places...out to dinner, dancing, sometimes a play, even went on vacation with her once. She always made sure I looked good...nice clothes, haircuts. The unspoken price for this was that I was, in a sense, hers. If she called me, I dropped whatever it was I was doing and I went. I liked her and I don't think I could have went on with it as long as I did if I didn't. Problem was that I started to like her a little too much for her tastes. She was a professional woman that didn't want a relationship and when she saw that I was beginning to really care for her she ran for the hills. What she did do though was set me up with a couple of aquaintances that did just want to pay me for sex. This happened a few times with both of them but the relationships were different in that they were straight forward business arrangements where I was blatantly being paid for discreet sex. So my career as a prostitute lasted about a year all in all then I moved to Iowa for bit then on to Washington DC.
Now the swindle story is much more interesting...well...to me anyway. I was living in DC. My roomate and I drove up to Baltimore to go to a bar called Hammerjacks. The place didnt really get live until late so to waste time we went to the Red Light district...basically a collection of strip bars and porn shops. We ducked into a porn shop. My roomie was looking at some stuff in another part of the store. I was in the "toy" section. This little oriental guy walks up to me, jiggling change in his hand, and asked me if I wanted to join him to watch a movie. I smiled and said no thanks. Then he leaned close to me and said that he'd pay me 50 bucks if I'd suck his cock. I looked him over, smiled again and nodded. "Sure." I said. So we went into one of the booths. I sank down to my knees in front of him and undid his belt and fly and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He gave me the money. I gingerly rubbed my hair against his thighs and told him to step out of his pants. Once his pants and boxers were off I rubbed his dick (which, btw, was freakishly small) and got him nice and hard. I mouthed around his thighs and once I was sure he was lulled and closing his eyes, expecting to have my mouth rapped around his member I gathered up his jeans and undies, jumped up, pushed him down and ran out. I grabbed my friend and told him we had to go right then. On the way out I dropped the guys pants on the checkout counter and we ran to the car and took off. It was nice not having to pay for drinks that night.
And I'll bet you people thought I wasn't really a cozener...