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The Little Green Envelope
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The Little Green Envelope The Little Green Envelope I had just turned 21. I was on my own and had no one but myself to rely on. I worked as a nightclub hostess. My monthly paycheck was only enough to get bye. I stayed in a small servants quarters in a large house that was converted into a rental. The room I rented included utilities and water. With very little to live on after my rent, I was highly motivated to earn more. I put every penny I made into a little green envelope and was determined to not touch it but for my basics. I did some part time modeling and soon was adding a little more each month into the envelope. I was offered work as a Domina ar a BD/SM parlor. With my new photos from modeling I was prepared to run an advertisement in a local Los Angeles area adult news paper. My first day the phone rang off the hook with potential who wanted to see me. I saw my first submissive and along with the rather generous tip he gave me I held in my hands. I did three more that day before my scheduled time at the parlor was over. The next day was was the same, Gentlemen would call and after a short interview I would give them the address for the dungeon I worked in. They would come in and I would talk to them a few more minutes, telling them this was only going to be a psychodrama session where they can live out their submissive fantasies. No sex. I would have them sign a waiver stating so to cover my ass in case it was Vice police. I would walk them to a room fashioned like a modern bd/sm playroom. There were whips, binders hanging from hooks in the ceiling and other various implements for scene play. I had a back swing I could bind a person into and flip them upside down while teasing and tantalizing them. I played Enigma music and let a strobe light flash for added effect. I had the day shift which is the most popular time for patrons of the sort who could sneak away from work for an hour of sensual exploits away from their wives or careers. My were mostly well to do men who could afford an hour of my time to let their desires be fulfilled. I saw businessmen, movie Stars, Producers, Directors, LAPD officers, Mobsters, Judges and even a space shuttle Astronaut. After each session I would roll in the earnings I made from each and rub it on my crotch I got to be so good I could tell the door person how long I will take. The customers paid for one hour or what ever came first. I would over book and some days I would turn 3 in one hour. I did this 8 hours a day five days a week. The home I rented a room in became available after the lady occupant who lived there passed away. I moved from the tiny servants quarters to the whole house. I refurnished the place in the latest interior design and soon had a house filled with new furnishings, rugs, lamps, pictures and decorations. I had so many electronics with remote controls I ended buying a remote that did them all. It was like a Leer Jet panel with so many buttons on it. I collected Lalique, Baccarac, Mikasa and Waterford crystal and had a large glass curio filled with the pricey wares. My walls were decorated with Theater posters from all the plays I was taken to by after hours . Every day I would add more and more to my little green envelope until it was bursting from the what was inside of it. I paid my way through College. I spent the rest on remote control everythings and glistening glass art from around the world. My closets were filled with the latest fashions. I lived like a Queen of the San Fernando Valley Ca. I drove a new Camero, shopped on Rodeo drive and ate at the best restaurants. All along I continued to save more and more in my little green envelope. When ever I felt to good about my self. I would grab my little green envelope and hold it. I would think about my simple beginnings when I was lucky to have enough left in it to buy a pack of smokes. I knew what was in my envelope was more then cash , It was success. I still have little green envelope and keep it as a reminder no matter what I have, even when it was empty, it was always filled with Hope and that has never ended.........  |
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Hey Darlin, ........Wow!.....That was one Hell of a read!.....Loved It!.......... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
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4/11/2019 10:10 pm |
Thank you All
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4/10/2019 1:48 am |
cool story i like it
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An inspiring story.
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