I was bored one afternoon. I was alone and tired. My show had just opened and I was adamant about taking the day off, but all that I had planned for myself was to go and look at art. I'm bad for not letting myself relax. I always need to be working. I happened upon Craigslist and found myself in the adult gigs section before I could really think about where I would end up later that night. I found an add. It paid $1200 to $1500 for 3 hours. Following my gut instincts, I called the guy. When I heard his voice I got an image in my mind of an average-looking, overweight, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man. He described a role-playing scenario where I would take the skytrain to Surrey. He would pick me up in a car and take me somewhere where I would entice him into the backseat and we would spend an hour-and-a-half fucking. The last hour-and-a-half would be spent at his house doing the same. He told me "the dirtier the better". He said that if I was good I could get up to $2000. I brought all of my sex toys.

I am on the train. I am high on myself and on the excitement of a new experience. Money is secondary at this point. I don't even know what I will do with an extra $2000 in my purse. I get to the station and put on a new pair of strappy black patent leather shoes that I bought earlier today. A car with tinted windows drives up and I get a text. I walk over, playing my part with every step. I'm not really playing a part. This is the real me. This is the me that wields all of my power so close to the surface of my skin that my hair stands on end. I get in the back seat. I say hello in reply to his. He is, indeed, an overweight, average-looking man, balding, with very blue eyes. He tells me to show him what he will be tasting later. I spread my legs and begin to play with myself. It doesn't really turn me on to do this, but I do it anyways. I pull my underwear aside. I can feel my tampon string pressed between my lips. I am bleeding right now, but this guy wants me all-the-more. During our phone conversation he instructed me, "I don't want you to be self-conscious about being on your period. Rather I want you to use it. Make me taste it. Ask me, "How does my blood taste? How does your own cum taste? How does my piss taste?"." The dirtier the better.

He pulls into an empty parking lot and gets in the back seat with me. He is fat and hairy. I can see his chest hair causing his shirt to sit unevenly on his body. I am so high on myself that I don't care. I sit in his lap and start to kiss him. He is a good kisser. I had always wondered how a man like this would kiss. He touches me. I am immune to his touch. He niether turns me on nor leaves me shivering in disgust. He pulls off my dress. I kiss his neck. He smells healthy and slightly attractive to me. I enjoy the feeling of his big belly pressing against my tight little body. He takes off my bra and sucks on my nipples, then tells me to turn around so he can admire my ass. He wants to eat me out so I tell him to take out my tampon. I feel him pull it out and see it drop to the floor. Aggressively, he tastes my pussy. I turn over onto my back so he can do a better job. I am so small that I can maneuver easily around his car, graceful like a cat. I spread my legs and he dives in. He is good at licking my pussy and I cum easily but I can feel that I am not wet. Getting oral doesn't really turn me on, at least not from most men, anyways. It's such an intimate thing for me that I only ever really enjoy it when my boyfriend does it. Once he is finished I tell him to take his clothes off. I go to work running my fingers through his thick pale chest hair and teasing him. His cock is a good size. I suck on it. I suck on his balls. I get out the lube and start to play with his ass. I notice his cock getting harder. I tell him to get on his knees. He looks very uncomfortable with his head down, his ass in the air. His body is round like a big stuffed animal. I pour lube on his crack and it drips down. I take out my dildo and get it nice and lubed up. His ass is really tight and I have trouble getting it in so I start with my butt plug instead. It slides in easier and I use a hand to jerk him off. I remember how he wants it to be dirty so I rub the butt plug all over his back. What the fuck does dirty mean anyways? What an all encompassing term, especially for what we are doing. Anyways, I get my dildo out again, determined to get it in his ass. He starts to moan helplessly and wriggles around. His cock is losing it's erection. I don't care. He asks for the second time to roll over and I allow him to. I start to give him head while I have a finger in his ass and he almost cums so he stops me. He wants me to describe something dirty while he jrks himself off so I tell him how I'm going to make him taste his own cum, how I want to smear it all over his chest and drip my period blood in his mouth while I piss in it to wash the cum down (things he specifically asked for in our phone conversation). He lets out a short moan as he cums. I dip my fingers in it and reach for his mouth. He stops me by grabbing my wrist. He looks me in the eye. I meet his gaze and fight his grip. He opens his mouth and I put my fingers in to let him suck the cum off of them.

He starts up a conversation. He asks me various dirty things that I have done. I try to think of things but I don't really care to rate what I have done on a scale from dirty to clean. I'm sure he wants me to say this is the dirtiest thing I have ever done but it doesn't really occur to me. He asks me how I felt while talking to him on the phone? What part turned me on the most? I say that I was excited and the act of sex is what turns me on the most. He tells me that's because I'm a nympho. He doesn't know that since I met my boyfriend, sex with any other being is plain physical and that's all I need it to be because my soul is already satisfied. I feel sorry for him because his wife has no idea what he does and he can't tell her. He says the most exciting part for him is the initial conversation, seeing me at the train station, not knowing what I will be like or if I have lied about my appearance.

He tells me to get him hard again so he can fuck me. I give him another bj until he can get a condom on. The condoms he has bought are studded and I wonder how they will feel in my ass. He starts to fuck my pussy and then puts it in my ass. It feels good. I cum. He lays back and pulls off the condom. He asks me to tell him more dirty things so I repeat what I said before but I add that I will shit on him. He asks if I will do it for him now and I say that I won't but that I will piss on him. He asks me to squat over him so I do. He's jerking himself off and I am telling him how I will piss on him all the while wondering if I even can. Finally I manage to let out a trickle and he gets more turned on. I push harder and let out a stream and he stops. He doesn't want me to make a mess in his car. I am amused. He asks me if I would shit on him if he told me to. He brings a tone into his voice. His powerful tone. He is trying to control me. It doesn't faze me. I look him straight in his piercing blue eyes. They are full of power, his power. He tries to push me with it. I don't budge. I know that I am radiating with as much power. We are equals. I say a quiet but firm no without breaking the mood.

He says that now we are going to his house for the remaining hour, like we had agreed. We are driving and having conversations about our experiences. He tells me about this masochistic dom that he beat once for her pleasure. It doesn't weird me out at all but I wonder now if he uses that story to scare other girls. When we get to his house he tells me that he doesn't want to be seen coming into the building with me and that he wants to drop me off, park, and go in another entrance. I say okay. I get out with my bag. I close the car door. The sound of a siren passes behind me. I wonder how I am going to manuever over the uneven pavement with my new shoes with their stiletto heels. I have left my underwear in the car and I am thinking that he will probably want to get rid of those before his wife finds them. I walk to the apartment building and dial the code he has given me. It doesn't work. I call him. There is no answer. I text him. I wait. Someone lets me into the building as they are leaving and I look for his apartment number. It doesn't exist. It comes to me that he has just driven off and left me somewhere in this town. He never even paid me. I didn't ask. I begin to laugh at myself. I calmly wonder who to call. I call my boyfriend who doesn't live in this city. I begin the conversation with an explanation of the situation that I am now in - ditched in an unfamiliar city with no money and no panties. He laughs and I laugh. He knows that I can take care of myself. The tone of my voice is confident and jovial. I tell him how I never got bad vibes from the guy and that I knew he wasn't going to strangle me, but he probably had no intention of paying me. I walk a block to a Macs and ask for directions to the skytrain. It is close, just a few blocks away. At least the guy had the decency to not leave me where I couldn't get home. The cashier doesn't look at me funny, he doesn't see what I have just been through written all over my face. That must mean that I am okay. I feel okay. Deep down I feel totally calm and able. I consciously maintain that feeling as I pass a crackhead meandering about. I feel a slight camaraderie with her. We are all the same in this world. There is no real difference between she and I. I consciously maintain my sense of power as I get on the train and sit down knowing that I have no underwear on and my pussy is wet from lube and my juices. I keep a slight smile on my face but I feel tired. Nobody notices me for what I have just done. Nobody sees a victim sitting where I am. Nobody shows any pity for me. They see what they want to see, whatever it is. Perhaps some of them are thinking that I am a prostitute. That is how I feel. I am okay with that. I like the idea of getting paid for what I am good at. Most of them probably see a normal girl with shiny bright red ballet shoes. A woman asks me where I got them. I reply that they are from Hong Kong and she sighs. I brought them along tonight because I knew I would be walking. The metaphor comes to me. Little Dorothy is back from Oz and she has her walking shoes on, her red slippers that take her to magical places and get her home safely. Click 3 times and repeat "There's no place like home." My keys jangle as I unlock the door to my apartment. It's right on the ocean and there is a cool salty breeze running through the place. I don't feel dirty enough to need a bath but I run one anyways, for my boyfriend because he said I should have one when I get home. I ponder the notion of being a nymphomaniac. I don't think I am a nymphomaniac. I am addicted to experience.