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I'm a "tom boy" from Ohio. I ran away from home when I was fifteen and started giving blowjobs at truck stops. I would scope out the biggest, prettiest truck and then latch on to the driver. I got to cruise all over the country—sucking cock all the while. It was great. I met tons of cool people and had lots of adventures. You have to remember this was when the movies "Convoy" and "Smokey and the Bandit" were big. Ya know, "Truck stop cutie come to me!" I was the truck stop cutie!
That was my lifestyle for two years until some guy picked me up and said, "You're too cute to be working like this." He took me home to his boss, who was the owner of a huge trucking corporation. That "Boss" became my "Daddy." So I ended up in New Jersey, got my GED and then joined the Air Force. I'll never forget when I enlisted the guy asked me what I could do. I told him I could dance and he said "You'll go far!"
I moved up the ranks rapidly, earning many certifications. I was named "Airman of the Year," "Woman of the Year," and "Security Policeman of the Year"—all at Clark Airbase. I was the first female in the Air Force to become an airbase ground defense instructor. I won the John Levitow Award, which is highest academic award achievable for a non-commissioned officer. I even received a certificate of training from the Diplomatic Security Service in anti-terrorism procedures. It got so I was taking forty-four men out in the field for two weeks at a time. Heck, when I hear about sexual harassment in the military, I'm like, "Hey man, it got me everything I wanted!"
I remember one time I rewarded my students by letting them watch me get my nipples pierced. I even let the squadron sergeant fist fuck me!
Eventually I wound up at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas. I kept getting promoted below the zone, which is sort of like graduating early. Anyway, I was so far ahead, having been promoted twice below the zone, that I couldn't get any further promotions for like four years and it just stopped being fun or rewarding.
I demanded that they cross train me, but was rebuked. I told them if I was going to get fucked for a living, I was going to do it on my terms. So I went and interviewed at the Chicken Ranch in Vegas. The owner waited three months for me to get out of the service and then he hired me right away.
That was over ten years ago and I've been working in the legal brothel business ever since.
Of all the places I've worked, I really love the Bunny Ranch. It's great here. It's very tight and that comes through the girls. Of course, I am the kinkiest.
I've had dogs lick my pussy. I love anal and I especially love role-playing.
I've got a full wardrobe of dominance equipment. I majored in S&M 101—a little tie-you-up and tease you. I love to talk dirty and humiliate. Oh, and I do lots of cross-dressing. I get lots of requests for cross-dressing—you know, gussying up the guys.
Those kinds of parties can be real fun because if it's a cross-dressing scene I can pull in more girls. It's not just one on one—it becomes a family thing. Someone does his nails, someone fixes his hair, and someone else gets some really nice stockings to dress him up in. I've got these great satin panties that feel really good—the guys just love 'em!
Those cross-dressing/girls galore parties are my favorite because it's something every guy has thought of and maybe wanted to try. And it's perfectly okay to do it here—it doesn't go any further than the door.
Bordello Confidential: The magazine of the Girls of the Moonlite BunnyRanch and Kitty's Cathouse See more at: www.bordelloconfidential.com Contents (C) 2000-2002 FJS International and IPC Publishing
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