First off, I guess I should let you know right up front that my mother was not a woman you'd consider for sainthood. When I was a girl, she referred to herself as a lady of the evening. It wasn't until the fifth grade when Bob Lilly called her a whore, that I first began to understand the true meaning of her self-reference. I had always assumed that the night was her playground, that she liked the full moon and the darkness and the dim streetlights, that she was like a cat, nocturnal in her nature, sleeping during the day, out prowling at night. And all that was true, I suppose. Just not in the way that I understood it. But Bob Lilly straightened me out.
Whore. My mother the whore. I never could bring myself to use that word....whore. It was not the way I would have described her. Though looking back now I doubt I would have described her as a "lady of the evening", either. She was neither of those and she was both of them. Beyond the semantics though was this...there wasn't an eleven year-old alive who wanted to hear that her mother was a whore. Or that her father was a stranger, a man who had driven out of the night in an old pickup truck, done his business, then disappeared again, never to return. Or that as much as her mother loved her, she had been a surprise to her. Given the choice, she would have preferred not to have been a mother at all. My mother did love me though, as much as she could, and I confess I would have liked to have had more time with her.
So while my mother was out in the night I tried my best to find a way to fill my time. I used to wander through the graveyards at night and I found that ironic. I started referring to myself as a "child of the evening". I went to school like any normal kid would and it was there that I met Ell. We quickly became close friends as it seemed that we were both outcasts in the school. We understood each other and it seemed as though I was the tougher one of the two of us, so I was always keeping an eye on her, watching her back. Her home life was even worse than mine so I tried to comfort her the best I could. She stayed at my house a lot of the time. My mother rarely noticed her staying though, due to her being out all the time, which gave Ell and I an easy opportunity to sneak into my mother's liquor cabinet. My mother never noticed the booze being gone because she was always too wasted herself.
Time grew on and Ell and I got closer and closer as the years pasted, and by high school, we were both promiscuous as hell, and it seemed as though the entire school was afraid of me, I'm guessing because of my abrasive outward appearance (growing up in Chicago will do that to you), therefor no one fucked with Ell anymore because they knew they would have to deal with me. We drank and done drugs on a regular basis and eventually stopped going to school at all. I could tell Ell was going down a horrible path by the company she kept and the activities she engaged herself in. I tried my best to guide her in the right direction but she was stubborn as hell and I was in no position to be leading her in my direction either. My downfall was alcohol. I would drink and fight and drink some more until I passed out usually waking up in jail for assault, but then I would get out and do it again the next day. I was a complete alcoholic, and it was my only weakness, in my eyes.
Ell and I tried to find decent jobs but neither one of us could hold down a job for long, due to lack of excitement. So we both ended up as strippers...I mean what the hell, a bar setting was right down our alley and we were both hot bitches, so it worked out. It was at this club Seductive Nights that I met Soni. Soni was so much fun for me. Her and I would get shit faced drunk and laugh and cause trouble as we always did. It was here that I first found out that I was a Mistress. I engaged in many BDSM activities and performed them at the club, Soni got a kick out of it, and it was then that I knew my true calling. I was a fucking Mistress and I LOVED IT!! I eventually started seeing this guy named Joey. We hit it off ok, but we only got along when we drank together, which was every day, which would explain why our relationship lasted so long. One night, Joey and I were sleeping and I woke to the feeling of him fucking me from behind, his hips thrusting against my ass and hands gripping tightly at my waist. "Hurry up" I thought "and be done with it". Joey claimed that rubbers made it difficult for him to cum, and sometimes never managed at all, or would lie there whining until I peeled off the condom, smeared KY on his dick and took it between my tits as he rubbed it on my lubricated flesh until he got off.
This time he came quickly, and when I felt him do so, I realized he wasn't wearing a condom. "You fucker!!!" I yelled as I twisted away from him completely awake now. I sat up and turned on the light, pulling the sheet over myself for psychological protection. Joey continued to lie there on his side, his face flushed and his smooth upper torso pale and glistening. "Get your fucking clothes on and get out!" I said. "What?" said Joey. "You heard me. Get the fuck out!" I said again. "Oh come on, why?" he said to me with a puzzled look on his face. I reached over and grabbed his dick squeezing it hard..."THIS is why?" Joey then began gathering his clothes and tried to talk me down a bit until I shushed him a couple times and then finally after he was dressed, he left.
I quickly called Ell crying, knowing I was pregnant, knowing it would ruin my job with a big ass stomach, knowing I could not tell my drunken mother. I knew what I had to to do. I had to get rid of it. That was my only option. I could not bring a child into this world living the way I did anyway. So I ended up getting an abortion. Sadly enough.
A year or so passed and the pain of the Joey incident faded a little but I still often found myself looking down at my stomach and rubbing it a little before snapping back to reality. Ell and I eventually grew tired of the Chicago life and ended up deciding to leave. I had no problem with that, I was tired of the this crooked city and I had nothing here holding me back anyway. So I thought "why the hell not" and Ell had her own agenda. She had heard of this place called Hathian and convinced me to move there with her. I did so, and eagerly, hoping maybe I could turn mine and Ell's life around in this new place.