On the game 2

The early days of being put on the game.

I was 26 when I got drawn in to the world of prostitution. There is a misconception that it is druggy, alcoholic, types of women who get involved in that. I was groomed into it whilst going through a pretty low ebb in my life. I was hardly a young girl, but it isn't only young vulnerable girls who can be groomed.
I met Hassan whilst playing wild games and screwing around with some Asian men. It was meant to be a one off 'fuck and forget' experience. Instead I came to realise I could easily be controlled and I wasn't as mentally strong as I thought I was.

Hassan owned a flat in Bradford, UK. He had turned it into a sex den where him and his mates took white girls and women for sex. That is how I came to be there. I had crossed their paths and had no idea at the time I was even walking on it.

Hassan convinced me to go on the game. He would be my protector and take a 25% cut of my earnings, a posh name for a modern day pimp. In return I didn't stand on street corners, Prostitutes on the street corners of Asian areas of Bradford, UK, tended to be chased away. They didn't want that, they wanted it undercover where it was out of sight. This is how I came to be trafficked into the world of fucking Pakistani and Bangladeshi men in a back street flat of the city.
It was easy for Hassan. He would advertise my services amongst the dark corners of Asian life. My real name is Isabella, or Izzy, as I like to be called. He gave me the name "Shehed' meaning 'Honey', in Urdu. I was forbidden to use my real name whilst working. I was only to use the name 'Shehed'
I am quite a small woman, I don't consider myself unattractive either, which kind of blows apart the theory that only women with nothing going for them in the attraction stakes get drawn in to the oldest profession. But there was a very real under-current. My client base was 95% Asian men, and Asian men saw white women not necessarily as cheap, but as willing. I can still just about fit into a teenagers clothes, that was good for Hassan because he made me dress in a local school uniform when I was being prostituted. Uniforms in UK schools are the normal, It serves as a means to remove identifying the poor kids wearing cheaper clothes from the rich by having them all wear the same clothes. The school uniform he told me to wear was made up of a bottle green skirt, a white blouse, and white socks. That is what I wore on the nights I was doing business. Hassan told me not to wear any knickers or other form of underwear because as he put it. The men wanted to lift my skirt and see the goods they were paying for. I was also told to shave any pubic hair to make myself look like a girl in early puberty. I was forbidden from wearing make up for the same reasons. It was part of selling my services.

I was a magnet for mainly older Pakistani men. Hassan put the word out that he had a 26 year old white female prostitute available and he shared my picture with Asian men far and wide. They would travel miles for sex. The most men I had in one night was 12. Hassan's phone would constantly ping as men texted him to see who was available. At the peak of that year I was made to work for four nights a week to satisfy demand. The amount of drugs I was offered was unreal, but I kept away from that side of the business.

Hassan kept a tight reign on me. He would pick me up and take me to the flat. He managed a few prostitutes but I was the one who used the flat he had in the Asian area of the city. The rest of his girls were in other flats elsewhere and I never met them. He used to ask me if I was pleased he had got me on the game. I was pleased with the money, but it was degrading.
Whenever we arrived at my place of work he would often fuck me, to warm me up, as he would say. When I first had sex with Hassan I found him repulsive, but after a few month in prostitution I discovered some men were far worse.

I was told by Hassan to make the men feel special. As a Pakistani or Bangladeshi man came into the flat I would flirt with him, Kiss him, and tell him he was handsome and would he like to give me a 'good time' Kissing was the hardest of all, It is very hard as a woman to kiss a man passionately who you have no feelings for, find totally unattractive, or just plain repulsive. Most of the men I found completely repulsive.

All this started as a game. I have never been attracted to Asian men, so it was hard. But Hassan demanded I make them feel like I loved them and was desperate for them. He wanted me to act like I had never had sex and that man I was with was the one. He would get really annoyed if he felt I wasn't being convincing or not giving it my all. Hassan wasn't always at the flat, more often than not he wasn't. I was expected to do the deal myself. I never dared attempting to cross Hassan.

One time a Bangladeshi man in his sixties came to the door. Hassan was present this time. He was wearing a traditional Muslim robe as if he had just come from the mosque. He was old, grey, unattractive, and horrible. Hassan introduced me as 'Shehed' as normal and I knew what Hassan expected of me.
I stroked the old man's face. "I'm so happy you are here" I told him. "I have seen you around and you make me so horny, You are so handsome" whilst secretly wanting to be sick. I ran my hand down his chest and gyrated my hips in a fucking motion in front of him. "Jinsi" I whispered which means 'sex' in English.

The money changed hands with Hassan and the old man took hold of my hand "Galli, Galli, He said excitedly which in English meant 'Fuck, Fuck'

Hassan turned up the Asian music he insisted was played in the flat and I was led into the bedroom by this sixty year old ugly Bangladeshi. He was almost bouncing at the thought he was going to get it on with a 26 year old white female. I asked him if he wanted me to keep my school skirt on or to take it off.

"Band, band" he said which I knew meant 'Off'

I took my skirt off as he removed his pants. I began to masturbate his veiny brown dick before taking it into my mouth. He had a big smile on his face as I worked my tongue around the head. One good thing about Asian men is that nearly all are circumcised.

"Let Jana" he said which meant 'Lay down'

I lay on the bed and spread my legs wide. He began examining my vagina and I reached down between my legs and prised my lips apart so he could see inside it. He got on top of me. I felt him reaching for his dick before sliding it inside my opening. He went inside me and we began to fuck. I have never felt so repulsed in my life, but I had a role to play, money to earn. I moaned and told him "Achi" which means 'good or nice' How far have I fallen I thought to myself as this wrinkly old Asian screwed me.
He asked me if I was enjoying it. "Mateesh hona" he asked meaning 'Enjoying' I smiled and told him "oh haan", or 'Oh yes' I then softly moaned as he began to kiss me and fondle my tits. Once he had climaxed he got off me and put his trousers back on.

"Tumhare paas mera bacha hai" he said to me as he left. I didn't know what that meant in it's entirety, I recognised a few words, but not the phrase. Hassan laughed when I asked him what it meant. He told me it means, "You have my baby"

Not a fucking hope I thought to myself.