I was accidentally whored out in college [F]

So a little while ago, I was putting myself through college and grad school. I’ve always been a good student – skipped a grade, took some AP classes in high school, overloaded on credits each semester. So yeah, I’ve been good at school and an overachiever. Anyways, I was complete broke in college. My deadbeat dad left my mom a while ago, and she was struggling to pay her own bills. So when I went to college, I was saddled with all this student loan debt, just like most Americans.

One day in college, shit hit the fan for me. My car was just broken into, with my laptop, some books and my stuff all stolen. That piece of shit car was barely running to begin with, and I literally had like $60 dollars to my name. I was fucking desperate and was freaking out. So I was browsing on Craigslist, trying to find a super cheap deal on a used laptop, when I saw this shady ad about porn. Yeah yeah, it was shady as shit, and was probably some troll somewhere. I don’t know why I even responded… but I did. After some back and forth, I agreed to meet the guy at his ‘office’

Think casting couch meets overachiever student. I wouldn’t call myself a nerd. Played sports, kept fit, went to the gym all the time, ate healthy. I’m tall. But I’m not your typical instagram chick posting thong pics all the time. So I met the guy, John, and was basically about to ball out because I was broke. But I agreed to give the guy a blowjob for $60. He didn’t film it (so he says), and I just went at it with him. So I took his money, blew him and left. That’s it, only that one time. Honestly, I had instant regrets, but whatever, it was done. A few days later, the guy asked if I was interested again. He would go at my pace. I quickly burned through that small amount of cash, and again agreed to blow him. And the next day, then the next, you get the idea.

About a couple of weeks into this, he finally insisted on fucking. John would pay me $200 right then if we could fuck on camera. Said that he would send it to the porn industry to book me everywhere. Haha, I can almost hear that casting couch guy’s line as I almost laughed. Again, I was desperate here, as my mom had some medical issues and her disability payments were about to stop. So I agreed. So I met him at his hotel, his lighting/camera rig was all set up. He interviewed me in the beginning, and we just went at it. Honestly, it wasn’t THAT bad. But still, icky. He was professional through out, I’ll give him that. If you’ve ever seen girls do porn, then it’s kind of like that.

This continued for a few more times. The next time, he had a ‘camera guy’ film, so it was more real. Instead of just some tripods or whatever. Then the next time, John bought me some trashy lingerie to wear. You get the point. After a while, it kind of became a weird boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. Or a sugar daddy type of thing. Or whatever. I was comfortable with this, so long as the money kept on coming in.

Then one day, he asked me how I felt about fucking another dude. One of his ‘colleagues in the business’. I was a bit hesitant. I mean I knew this guy was just full of shit. Not that I wanted to be in the porn business at that point. But I just went with it and played along. I was hesitant, didn’t really want to, but he convinced me to at least meet him for a quick coffee. So I did, and he seemed normal enough. Would pay double, if we can do it that weekend. Double money was helpful, as I’m basically trying to support myself and now my mom. So I grudgingly agree. Money and desperation can fuck up your normal thought process folks.

It was basically like the first time with John. Lights and camera. trashy lingerie. John was the camera man. And yeah, we produced a home made porno for this guy, and I’m pretty sure that I just got pimped out. The saving grace was that the ‘business colleague’ paid me directly, instead of John getting a cut for being the middle man. Just fortunate timing at the end, that’s all.

That basically opened the floodgates. John would arrange ‘dates’ with these guys. I’d fuck them, get paid and leave. I always played along with his ‘porno’ premise, because I saw something that said that if you’re making a porno, then it’s not prostitution (probably an urban myth). But yeah, I was this woman who got whored out to these random dates.

This lasted for a while, until John actually had to leave town for a while. I was honestly glad, because I wanted to stop. So he set me up as a dance at this fancy strip club off campus. Good enough for me, as I could still make money, and not get whored out again.

Ok, so today, I graduated. Went to grad school and all. Career woman (still young though, so it’s weird to say that). But I always wonder if I’ll run into any of these guys in my real life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fsxzyf/i_was_accidentally_whored_out_in_college_f