Whispers of Deception: A Tale of Love and Betrayal

On the game (5), My name is Izzy (Isabelle) I was a prostitute in a Northern city of England for a time. My main client base was Asian men,. This is part of my story.

I had moved into the flat I had been using for prostitution out of desperation to avoid homelessness. It wasn't ideal, I wasn't happy with the arrangement, but needs must. Hassan who was my protector as he called himself (pimp) owned the flat. I had made it as homely as I could, but happy? No.

When I had moved into the flat permanently, Hassan had become more controlling, he was stifling actually. "Turning the screw on me" is how I put it. Making me do and act how he saw fit.But in the weeks or so after, he calmed down. I put it down to him thinking I was becoming rebellious and he was trying to keep the status quo.I had been told by Hassan that he expected me to indulge in anal sex. Unknown to him it wouldn't be the first time. I had tried it with an old boyfriend some years previous. Not a great success story, can't say it was an amazing experience either, but it held no terror for me.

I suspected when he said it the client or clients must be at the younger end. I had learned a lot about the Asian community in the six or so months I had been on the game. It was clear the majority of the older end just wanted straight sex, with the odd exception who wanted oral sex or both. The fact that I was a white female itself was a driving factor to a degree. There was an undercurrent of fascination and curiosity with fucking a white female. Some made you feel like you were a novelty, but the vast majority were considerate. There also seemed to be a type of class system. I had sex with Asians from outside the area who came into Bradford. I learned from Asians who were from Manchester that they viewed Bradford Asians as inferior. It was a fascinating look into a different world.

I was beginning to work out from both experience and talking to clients that Asian women could be very strict when it came to sex. It seemed to lead to a lot of frustration and a few sought the services of prostitutes as a result. Yet the religious and cultural considerations meant they didn't want their daughters to go on the streets. There was a lot of hypocrisy.The younger end were different, you could sense they were never going to follow the teachings of their faith. I found the younger Asian men to be troublesome. Many had no respect for any woman, never mind a prostitute.

I told Hassan any fella who wanted anal sex was going to be paying me considerably more. And they needn't even show up if they objected to using a condom. Hassan found that funny, but he agreed with me. He seemed genuinely surprised I didn't kick and scream at this particular indecent proposal.

"You don't object" he asked.

Not really" I told him. In my head I was pretty chilled and happy despite Hassan being a demanding controlling twat when I moved in."

I was right, it was an younger guy who wanted anal sex. He was about 22 and Pakistani. What shocked me was that he was recently married and wanted to try it, but dare not ask his new wife. It was an awful act of betrayal on her part. But quite frankly I didn't give a stuff, She would have probably thought of me as a piece of trash, it wasn't as if I was going to meet her. He wanted it, I was happy with the money, game on.

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