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Prologue: My "gutter slut" lost his job as a high-paid high-powered professional even before he began calling me. He pretended he still had his job (to his wife) and went to "work" every day, except work soon turned into another type of work once he began calling me on Niteflirt. His new work wasn't very remunerative, but it was his ruination destiny to become a sissy hooker. Of course, he ended up divorced and the proceeds from his divorce (401K and home sale) were what he was using to pay for his Niteflirt misadventures.

Gutter slut had an exgf from his past (Bryn - name changed) who had become a holy roller and was trying to save him from his demons, namely Colt 45 and cock. The first time Bryn came to his motel room, there was a bit of bitchery between her and Jem (name changed) the streetwalker who worked out of a room at the same motel. Jem had become possessive over gutter slut, in a good way, using him as stunt cock for her dick-craving clients and encouraging gutter slut to make more money on the stroll. One of gutter slut's emails:

"Bryn showed up when I was ready to go cock gobbling late Friday afternoon. This is my prime time to hook since horny guys are getting off work and have cash to spend. She was a little shocked by my red hair, outfit and make-up, but she didn't relent on trying to get me to walk to her car which I knew spelled doom for me, because she wanted me to go to a meeting (intervention) at the church.

Luckily, Jem showed up. Jem said, "Who are you?" Bryn came right back with, "And who are you?" Jem told Bryn, "Are you workin', com'n we need to make some money." Bryn was speechless at first, but then stated, "I am not a prostitute, I am a friend. I am here to take him away from all of this." Then Bryn looked around my disgusting motel room, filled with dirty clothes, fast food trash and empty malt liquor bottles and Mountain Dew cans. Jem came back with, "That's what they all say. Are you just startin' out? I got a slinky dress you can wear. My pimp would love to get a hold of you and that big booty."

I think Bryn realized that an intervention was hopeless today. She dug out a package from her handbag, placed it on the bed and exclaimed, "This is not real, this is not real!" Then Bryn left without saying goodbye. Jem said, "Don't you want to see what that stuck-up bitch left you?" I didn't really care, so I handed the package to Jem, who opened it and found a small bible and another book about overcoming addiction with Jesus.

Friday afternoon turned into early Saturday morning. I went to the gloryhole. Sucked 7 cocks. Made $22 because I asked for booze money. When I got back to my room, it was spotless! I walked over to the clerk's office at the motel to see what was up. I didn't think I got more than once a week maid service, which went something like this: the maid handed me clean sheets and towels and I put my dirty sheets and towels right into her laundry cart. She wouldn't even touch them. The clerk said "my AA sponsors" wanted to clean my room, so he let them. Yeah, that had to be Bryn and some church "muscle". I noticed all my dirty clothes and panties were gone, did this mean that Bryn would be back with my clean laundry? Or that she had absconded with my 'work' attire to thwart me from hooking..."