Pussy Sells… I Get it From My Mama

(Part 2 of 3)

My father was a hustler and my mother was a premium whore. Even in the 70s, Lady Jay could command 500 a lay. She was gorgeous. Her skin was so warm and smooth to the touch that some of her tricks began to call her China Jay. I would say she had a Foxy Brown in Coffee body, but that wouldn’t do her justice. Her waist was small and her hips so full that you would swear she was a prototype for sexual perfection.


I used to sit up on her bed and watch her get ready for the track. I can still smell the sweet musky scent of her hair when she would kiss me on her return. Even as a small child, I recognized that it was the scent of a dangerous secret. It was a sweet mix of her Estee Lauder perfume, variations of Old Spice or other colognes, and a mysterious scent that I couldn’t put my finger on. I only smelled it at night, so I knew that was a key component of the secret.

When I woke up the smell was replaced by bacon and eggs. Daddy loved his bacon and eggs. And mommy loved him.

Love, you want to know what a whore can know about love? It wasn’t until I became of age that I realized how much my parents had to love each other. Only true love could have comforted them each night as he drove her to fuck other men while he sat in the car with a box of Newports and a loaded .22.

…. Let me stop. You know good and damn well I’m all the way lying. My mother was a second grade teacher and my father was an accountant. He was the president of the men’s choir, while she was the minister of education. If Olivia Michelle Carver had any clue what I was doing, I would be telling this story for a private room at Mount Sinai instead of at this lovely (though tres pricey) poolside view at the Biltmore.

I know it would have made it easier for you if I was from “the streets’. But I can’t help you out. I am educated, Southern and I have never wanted for anything a day in my life. I was that girl coming up that ever parent wanted their daughters to be like. I was polite, well spoken and bright. Hell I was the Florida bible drill champion of 1995 and 1996. Truth be told, I can still find any passage in the bible in less than 5 seconds and quote more scriptures than many have ever read. I’m sorry if that doesn’t fit into your pre-conceived notion of my profession but, it is what it is.

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