Nine women and me ran the streets of a small town we were all born and raised in, but were left for dead, outcast, considered to be whores, alcoholics and drug addicts by many including our parents, siblings and family. They don't know us, what our lives are like and what we go through and don't give a damn so we don't either. Most of our families sent us out to get them some drugs, alcohol or just kicked us out to the streets and we never went back.
Yes, we do drink alcohol, do drugs, run the street, f**k men for free or for money, but we pay for what we get with pussy and our lives on the line in danger all the time. We live in abandon buildings and hang at the local pool rooms and two restaurants in town. We have to give up pussy and put our lives in danger when we're hungry, when we need a change of clothes, when we need personal items, and when we want drugs and alcohol.
Our families have all disowned us and far as we are concerned there is no love lost because we don't live our lives according to their standards, demands, beliefs, and judgments.
Every time one of us gets a real job we don't get to keep it when they meet our friends or learn that we live on the streets and what we do to survive.
We get raped a lot so to lesson the number of rapes we all eventually got up with a sugar daddy who would not only buy us something to eat and clothes, they gave us money and bought our drugs and alcoholic and looked out for us. When we needed anything we could call our sugar daddy and for a blow job or pussy they will buy us anything we want and put us up in a hotel room. That didn't keep us out of trouble or keep us from getting beat and raped a lot, but it doesn't happen as often. Boyfriends, baby's daddies, one night f***s, husbands, rapist, and orgies come and go, but sugar daddies never leave or turn their back on us.
Every time one of us gets pregnant our family and parents don't give a damn then after birth they take the babies by proving us unfit.
Our sugar daddies are just a phone call away and for a nights pleasure they are willing to listen to our sob stories, buy us dinner, clean clothes, and a hotel room for a week or so. We all grew up in the streets, allies, highways, under bridges and were beat and raped in the same places we grew up in and lived in. Our only breaks were the hotel rooms our sugar daddies bought for us so we can take a break from that life, get a shower, relax, eat, and be normal for a few days or weeks.
