Truck Stop Prostitute
Oh! How I absolutely Love walking "the track" down at the local truck stop by the freeway. In my sparkly skirt, my black mesh top, my rubber strap on tits, black G-String, wedge heels, and my "clit" on soft mode. The night has ended and morning is officially here, although dark still. I feel excited about tonight while my stomach tickles with butterflies. The air around the truck stop parking lot is filled with the smell of gasoline and diesel exhaust and I must say, that drives me up the wall. I must admit it is a turn on. Before I get too excited let me take it back to the beginning. Back to the day that I decided to hang up my nursing assistant scrubs and don the uniform of tranny truck stop Prostitute. Can't believe what you just read? Well, it's true....
This Nursing Asistant loved her residents and did everything that they asked and put herself on the chopping block with management because of her more than exceptional attitude towards the residents. For reasons unknown, this is the consensus in the Healthcare industry. Keep the shitty lazy workers and shitcan the good ones. I secretly held in all of my frustrations for years and one day I finally snapped one day and called into work for the last time. I also had other underlying frustrations lying dormant within me. You see, I used to live my life as a full blooded alpha male who never stepped foot in a bar or never went out chasing ass in Albuquerque's night life scene. Although I was a fairly happy person with my "solitary" life, there was something ready to explode within me. I believe it was something to do with good and evil. I think I was being "too good" for my own good. I believe it was the evil within that was calling out to me. I never lived life on the dark side before. Now I know what I needed to do for myself. I needed to mold myself into the person who I know is my other half. The Dark Half. The Prostitute had to be unleashed and so, in ceremony, I summoned up the Prostitute within.
On a dark blue morning I found myself shuffling down the sidewalk on Wyoming Boulevard NE on a drunken mission to score me a 20 of meth. It was the focus of my morning as my body gave in to the anxiety and weak knees. The air was cool and comforting. The smell of swimming pool chlorine was permeating all around. I always associated that smell when I went on hunting expeditions for d**gs. The best place to score was down on Central Avenue. I didn't have a regular dealer so what I usually did was just pick out a person who looks like a dealer. Most of the time my judgements were correct. Some other times I was told to "fuck off". By the time I got to Central Avenue I was out of breath and dehydrated however, that didn't stop me from asking the first dude that I saw on the avenue. I stiffened my back and puffed out my chest so as to attempt to blend in with the other tough gangsters from the neighborhood. I asked in my best tone from the hood and he replied in a raspy voice "I gotcha. Whatcha need?" "A 20 sack." I said. He spun his head around real quick to see if any " 'covers" were lurking. He saw that there was none. He dug into his inner pocket and produced a small sandwich bag trimmed neatly to fit a multitude of jagged milky white shards amidst shiny powder residue. I immediately paid the gentleman and swiftly ran to the nearest dumpster and produced a brand new "bubble" which was originally manufactured to be an oil burner for liquified incense., a BIC lighter, and proceeded to shove the neck of the bubble into the bag of shards as if I was shoveling snow on a winter's day.
I was lost in the mist. I staggered back towards the Northeast side in a euphoric state of being, head tingling, power on overload, and feeling sexy in my own little bubble of a world. I blindly staggered down a random arroyo for no particular reason other than I wanted to walk the safest passage closest to the freeway. Now, when I am high I have an urge to hit the freeway in my hottest tranny clothes, tranny G-String, wedge heels, and lifetime supply of methamphetamine. Although as of yet I have never done so, I always make an attempt when I am feeling aroused enough to literally jump on the lap of a truck driver and ride him like a whirlwind.
I headed towards the nearest bridge under the freeway and posted up there for about an hour. I sat there and closed my eyes and imagined one of the trucks seeing my smooth thick legs and bubblebutt ass on the side of the freeway. I imagined him slamming on his air brakes and the taillights turning bright red. Unfortunately, this time I didn't get picked up so I decided to hump it back to my apartment. I always fantasized about hitchhiking across country in my full on tranny hooker outfit and getting picked up at the truck stops that sat at the edge of every city. Getting done hard every night by a different truck driver in his sleeper or out beside some lonely exit underpass and then back to the freeway to hitchhike bowlegged, sore, and with jizz dripping down my legs.
Slowly the d**g began to wain and fade as I staggered towards the nearest group of green bushes to surrender to a nap.
This Nursing Asistant loved her residents and did everything that they asked and put herself on the chopping block with management because of her more than exceptional attitude towards the residents. For reasons unknown, this is the consensus in the Healthcare industry. Keep the shitty lazy workers and shitcan the good ones. I secretly held in all of my frustrations for years and one day I finally snapped one day and called into work for the last time. I also had other underlying frustrations lying dormant within me. You see, I used to live my life as a full blooded alpha male who never stepped foot in a bar or never went out chasing ass in Albuquerque's night life scene. Although I was a fairly happy person with my "solitary" life, there was something ready to explode within me. I believe it was something to do with good and evil. I think I was being "too good" for my own good. I believe it was the evil within that was calling out to me. I never lived life on the dark side before. Now I know what I needed to do for myself. I needed to mold myself into the person who I know is my other half. The Dark Half. The Prostitute had to be unleashed and so, in ceremony, I summoned up the Prostitute within.
On a dark blue morning I found myself shuffling down the sidewalk on Wyoming Boulevard NE on a drunken mission to score me a 20 of meth. It was the focus of my morning as my body gave in to the anxiety and weak knees. The air was cool and comforting. The smell of swimming pool chlorine was permeating all around. I always associated that smell when I went on hunting expeditions for d**gs. The best place to score was down on Central Avenue. I didn't have a regular dealer so what I usually did was just pick out a person who looks like a dealer. Most of the time my judgements were correct. Some other times I was told to "fuck off". By the time I got to Central Avenue I was out of breath and dehydrated however, that didn't stop me from asking the first dude that I saw on the avenue. I stiffened my back and puffed out my chest so as to attempt to blend in with the other tough gangsters from the neighborhood. I asked in my best tone from the hood and he replied in a raspy voice "I gotcha. Whatcha need?" "A 20 sack." I said. He spun his head around real quick to see if any " 'covers" were lurking. He saw that there was none. He dug into his inner pocket and produced a small sandwich bag trimmed neatly to fit a multitude of jagged milky white shards amidst shiny powder residue. I immediately paid the gentleman and swiftly ran to the nearest dumpster and produced a brand new "bubble" which was originally manufactured to be an oil burner for liquified incense., a BIC lighter, and proceeded to shove the neck of the bubble into the bag of shards as if I was shoveling snow on a winter's day.
I was lost in the mist. I staggered back towards the Northeast side in a euphoric state of being, head tingling, power on overload, and feeling sexy in my own little bubble of a world. I blindly staggered down a random arroyo for no particular reason other than I wanted to walk the safest passage closest to the freeway. Now, when I am high I have an urge to hit the freeway in my hottest tranny clothes, tranny G-String, wedge heels, and lifetime supply of methamphetamine. Although as of yet I have never done so, I always make an attempt when I am feeling aroused enough to literally jump on the lap of a truck driver and ride him like a whirlwind.
I headed towards the nearest bridge under the freeway and posted up there for about an hour. I sat there and closed my eyes and imagined one of the trucks seeing my smooth thick legs and bubblebutt ass on the side of the freeway. I imagined him slamming on his air brakes and the taillights turning bright red. Unfortunately, this time I didn't get picked up so I decided to hump it back to my apartment. I always fantasized about hitchhiking across country in my full on tranny hooker outfit and getting picked up at the truck stops that sat at the edge of every city. Getting done hard every night by a different truck driver in his sleeper or out beside some lonely exit underpass and then back to the freeway to hitchhike bowlegged, sore, and with jizz dripping down my legs.
Slowly the d**g began to wain and fade as I staggered towards the nearest group of green bushes to surrender to a nap.
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