Life in the fast lane as a working girl began about 10 years ago. I remember the night I stepped out into the cold rainy night. I decided that tonight I was going to work! Tonight I'm going to make me some money. Because being broke with an alcohol and drug addiction just wasn't cutting it. I remember the big white truck pulling up and because there were two of us girls, we asked which one do you want? He pointed at me. So I stepped up into this huge truck feeling a bit nervous...replaying what I learned from my spotter (a spotter is another lady who is taking down the description of the vehicle and waiting for you to make sure you return from your date). So I asked the man if he is looking for company and he replies yes. So I ask what he is looking for, and the conversation goes on. He is looking for a BJ. I was taken for about a 7 minute drive to a dark spot in a familiar area. This is where a money transaction was made. I jumped into the back of his truck and that's where it all began... The life as a working girl interested me and fed my alcohol and drug habit, and I felt like I was in control. Then there are days (more often than not) that choosing to be a working girl feels like it's taking my soul, or my happiness and sense of self-worth. I worry that one day it will take my health... Being in and out of the industry for this long, my own story blows me away... I often live by the motto that desperate times call for desperate measures, as I strive to look at things a different way. I'm now looking for work. I now speak to my family and my two kids. My only concern is how long will this last?
