Sophomore year I got pregnant trying to prove myself to a prick, and he went his way before I gave birth, so I had to dropout since I lived with grandma and she was the sole provider for us both.

That's when I was jumping from job to job, housekeeping, gas stations, stores, even some construction. Everything is true, pussy works wonders it's not just a fantasy, I would always fuck my way up.

I worked at an indian owned gas station for 3 months, the owners son was fucking me, he'll let me take merchandise, he'll let me take his shift with the excuse to his dad that he was gonna be busy and he also pulled atleast $5000 from his college fund in those 3 months for me and that's how I got my first car, his dad eventually started squaring things off and they started arguing about me more often so I decided to just leave.

My next job was at this hole in the wall clothing store that literally had the lowest quality Chinese clothes, I had the store to myself and I probably sold about $300 worth of clothes a week that's it, I want to think it was some kind of money laundering scheme, the owner was a real handsome cuban guy.

He threw the ball first, after the 3rd week, he started hitting on me and asked if I wanted to make more money, of course I agreed, the store was ours he would come in a few times a week, closed the store for an hour or two at a time and tell me to model some of the cheap clothes that was on the stands, his turn on was him undressing me, and he would fuck the shit out of me literally, he would always tell me how his wife hates anal as he fucked my ass, and as for the financials the deal was that I could take my 30 hours of minimum wage plus whatever I sold that week and I could grab clothes for myself if I wanted, it was worth it sometimes and sometimes it wasn't since I was free use lol, that went on for about 4 months until I got a text after a Holiday weekend that said "thank you for everything the store will no longer open, our lease was not renewed" days later I seen the store being cleaned out by property management of the plaza.

About a month later I got a job at a motel, work was harsh, those people really want their money's worth, I worked there only for about a month and just a quick secret, sheets get changed covers don't 🤢, since I knew my time there had to be brief I started seeking clientele that kind of fit a criteria, like lone men, long terms, or work stay. The money wasn't too great I threw a high bid so they could bargain down to something ok. I was getting fucked about 5-8 times a week all quickies $75 to $150 was the average. They fired me because I was too slow, like I told y'all the money wasn't worth coming back after hours. But I did take about an extra 2k on that side gig.

My last job was on a construction site, there wasn't anything really going on the first couple of months, but I felt nothing had to happen because the money and hours were good and I was just picking up trash around the site, until I met this older guy in his 40s, he was married, he traveled in to do the electric work on the building, he was a plain ole worker nothing fancy, but it did look like at first glance like he was settled, and he was. We went on a couple of dates, his mortgage was paid, he didn't have a car note and his wife was a housewife. I went often to his hotel room during the 3 weeks he was there, i felt as if i was his long awaited craving, he would fuck me with anger and passion. And always took good care of me, but sadly at 19 I was pregnant once again.

I worked the job up until I could, I slept around to make a stash until I was ready to go back to work. But boy am I lucky, I came to terms with my now husband right after giving birth, I engaged and moved in with him at 20 and gave him a child & married at 22 it was time to settle down. Now or never kind of moment.

Hope you all like my story before marriage.