An Elena Lincoln coming of age story…
Some people grow up in a normal household. You know, two parents, siblings, pets, sports, and family. Not me. I, Elena Lincoln, grew up in a brothel in a small town bordering Arkansas and Louisiana. The people hated the brothel because we tempted their men folk, as they called them. All I knew is one day, I would get my ass away from here and start a new life. A better life. I did take away some lessons from my mother and her cohorts. They were pretty simple:
Clean your cooch or you might get a Wild infestation that no amount of Pyro of lice combs will clean out.
Keep track of your sexual partners, because if you end up knocked up, the brat always belongs to the richest one, not the most handsome one.
Unless he's rich, don't allow him to vader you. Only the rich ones get to take you from behind.
Invent your own deviant sexual acts, don't copy from others because those that copy are generally lacking in imagination and ability in the sack.
Remember the lesson from the lass in Liverpool, take care of your skin and teeth because acne scaring only leaves your brothel career path of that of an HBO documentary whore and twenty bucks a fuck won't cut it. Just ask the lass because she now much choose between housing, medication, zit cream, and you can forget about the teeth unless you dig up a dead whore who happened to have dentures.
Volume discount. If you forget #5 it's time for a fire sale!
Trade blowjobs for antibiotics at the clinic but wear protective goggles with the ugly people because without eyesight, you can't spot the rich ones.
At sixteen I walked away from the life I knew having ridden over a hundred cowboys, to which my mother commented: "Even the lass from Liverpool has had more by your age, including her other personality with a vibrator. You're way behind."
With a big fuck you, I left and hitchhiked toward Seattle. My target Bill Gates, what I got was Linc Lincoln, a kinky lifestyle, money, and so much more, but still, I knew I couldn't compete in the debasement category with that lass from Liverpool and time was no longer on my side.