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niteowluk2003
10-14-2008, 09:01 AM
Another in the series by F ing Ho.

ABC’s of Lust….

Chapter 16….. P is for Prostitute.

She was a war baby in a most symbolic manner.* It was just before noon on December 7, 1941 in a Chicago hospital that Mrs. Pauline Hooker gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.* As the mother held her new born for the first time,* bombs were falling on the American fleet half a world away
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These were tough times everywhere as the world engaged in war and all nations had suffered a decade of degradation and poverty as the world lurched from one tragedy to the next: from Depression to World War.* Mr. Gary Hooker, unable to find work at home, had signed up to serve in the navy just three months before his wife gave birth;* he was stationed at Pearl Harbor that fateful day.* In solemn tribute to the tragedy of that Sunday and her own personal loss, Mrs. Hooker named her little girl Pearl.
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Pauline Hooker was living on her double shifts at the munitions factory, a small widow’s pension which was not as much as war widows benefit because technically those servicemen who died at Pearl Harbor didn’t qualify; America wasn’t officially at war until the next day. Congress had refused to meet to declare war because it was a Sunday. Pauline got little help outside her own efforts, just a few handouts of clothing and garden goods from family members.* But it wasn’t enough to make ends meet and Pauline, like many a desperate woman before her,* took to the streets to ply the oldest profession.
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There were few men of able body and mind under the age of 60 in most parts of America in those days.* Most of them were either stationed on army bases or working triple shifts in war factories.* What was left and available were either too old or too young to be sexually attractive but that was the client pool from which Pauline had to make her living. She wasn’t free to give up her job and travel, like the whores of the Civil War, from army camp to army camp.* She had a baby to care for.* But Pauline was lucky to live near enough to the Canadian border where RAF pilots trained and, on furlough weekends, made their way Stateside to Chicago.* On those nights, Pauline made a good $200 and, as the war dragged on, supplemented her factory income, scrimped and saved and by VJ day had enough dough put aside to settle into a fine apartment with her three and a half year old toddler.
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So Pearl grew up in relative ease with her mother hooking on a regular basis until the mid 1950s when Pauline met a financially secure man who had managed to avoid military service in both WWII and Korea and had made a bundle in black market trade. Corrie O’Neil was good looking, rich and well connected. Pauline also could tell you he was well endowed with a fine set of family jewels to complement his impressive standing stock portfolio; he had a big dick.
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But it was O’Neil’s connections in Chicago’s corrupt Democrat politics that assured him the protection he needed to carry on his lucrative but shady business dealings.* By 1956, when Pearl was 14 years old,* Corrie was making his second million and was well entrenched in the Daly Political Machine that ran things in Chicago and beyond.
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It was in that year he proposed to Pauline.* As a single mother with a dubious background, this came as a surprise to her and she said ‘yes’ immediately lest the rich and powerful man come to his senses and* retract his offer.* They were married in a private ceremony somewhere out of state.* Until the day of her untimely death in 1958, Pauline never could understand why such a handsome, rich and powerful man wanted to marry her.* It’s probably just as well she didn’t know.
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For Corrie was not impressed with this dime-a-dozen whore he’d wedded;* it was her *teenage daughter who caught his eye.* As a step-dad, Corrie was not the typically perverted predatory, pederast* you might think him.* Oh, he had every intention of using his beautiful, young step-daughter for sex;* but not jsut for his carnal satisfaction.* For him it was just business and he recognized a gold mine waiting to be tapped when he saw it.
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Pearl Hooker at age 14 had blossomed to become the sexiest, most gorgeous young woman he had ever seen.* For his own sexual needs, Corrie had used the services of prostitutes for years; in fact, that’s how he had met Pauline from whom Pearl had clearly gotten her good looks, soon-to-develop sexy shape and charming personality.* Corrie was not smitten with either mother or daughter,* but his greedy eye saw a business opportunity he just couldn’t pass up.* Corrie O’Neil was going to become pimp to the elite and the jewel he was auctioning off was Pearl.
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Shortly after they returned from the honeymoon, Corrie and Pauline started going their separate way.* She was so unaccustomed to the ways of the rich and famous that it never occurred to her that separate bedrooms and her husband’s *days way from home were not* the average lot for wives of the mighty.* Pauline was content on her household allowance and was overjoyed that Corrie took his role as step-father so seriously that he spent an unusual amount of time alone with young Pearl.
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What Pauline did not know was that Corrie had used his considerable police connections to assemble a thick dossier on his wife’s activities over the previous fifteen years.* She was unaware of the cold hearted plot he was hatching to blackmail her little girl into a life of High Society Prostitution.* And Pauline was, for the time-being, totally in the dark about the training sessions he had planned for Pearl,* sessions where the 14-year-old would learn the sex technique tricks of the trade,* sessions Corrie would personally have a hand in but would not be the only man to teach Pearl how best to use her body to delight several clients at a time.
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Corrie began his enterprise with Pearl by inviting her into his private Library in their 26 room mansion.* This was just five days after he and Pauline had returned from Niagara Falls.* Pearl had thought she was going to be shown some magnificent, surprise wedding present because her new step-dad had said he had something special to show her in private and it had to do with her mom.
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Pearl, of course, had never known about her mother’s side line.* She just assumed the factory paid well and mom was* good at penny pinching.* She never knew that Pauline the Prostitute was the Hooker of choice in East Chicago and had sucked more Democrat cock than a certain White House intern would forty years later. So Pearl was shocked when her new step-dad closed the Library door and ushered her to a cushioned chair where he handed her a file folder three inches thick with reports and photos detailing years of debauchery, perverse sexual acts, BDSM sessions and kinky sex that was beyond the innocent girl’s imagination.***
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Corrie filled Pearl in on anything she did not understand and, in a fatherly tone, assured the 14 year-old girl that none of this had to become public if she, Pearl, cooperated.* By that he explained that at this point, so soon after the mismatched marriage, he could easily file for an annulment, distance himself from this slut ( her mother ) and have her put in jail for the rest of her life.* She, Pearl, would be sent to an orphanage and never see her mother again.
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But Corrie said he took pity on the two of them and was willing to risk public humiliation by staying married to her slut of a mother.* But he’d have to keep all this quiet and that meant bribing a lot of people and keeping in their good books.* He had money but* so did they;* that wasn’t what would keep them quiet.* He needed Pearl’s help.* Was she willing to anything he demanded of her to keep her mom safe?
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Well, of course she was and said as much.* Then he explained how he was going to keep those powerful and influential friends of his happy. And Corrie didn’t just use words to explain it.* In* half an hour Pearl, who was quick on the uptake, knew what she had to do and was prepared to let her step-dad show her how she had to do it.* That first Library meeting lasted three hours and by the end of the first hour Pearl had lost her cherry and learned the finer points to giving a man a blow job.* In the second hour,* Corrie called in his personal bodyguard, his valet and his chauffeur.* Their boss watched from behind his desk while the staff members gang-raped Pearl.* It was in the third hour that Pearl learned how to best position her body to accommodate being fucked and sodomized at the same time.
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Corrie was only mildly interested in his own sexual gratification with the girl.* He was more concerned that this crash course in sensuous submission was thorough *and covered every possible sexual perversion that might be demanded by his friends and that Pearl gave maximum pleasure. To that end, Corrie always participated in the her training sessions; after all, he could objectively monitor her ability to perform, but the quality of that performance was a subjective matter and he needed to know how good it felt for the man fucking and sodomizing her.** He was already convinced she was one of the best cock suckers he’d ever had, so her oral talents were not in question.* Still he made her give him a blow job daily just to reinforce her sense of powerlessness and humiliation.
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All this time, from the week they married until the week she was hospitalized in 1958,* Pauline was totally unaware of her daughter’s role in the family.* By October of 1956, as the Soviet tanks were entering Budapest,* scores of rich men from New York to St. Louis had already entered Pearl.* The rape of Tibet in 1958 was nothing compared to the repeated rapes Pearl had endured to that point in her young life.
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Pearl turned sixteen in December of 1957 and had already earned her step-father several hundreds of thousands of dollars and a lot of political capital;* as well, she had given him the best oral sex possible every day for over two years.* He had given her something in return, although it had not been his intention.* He provided her with physical and emotional training, contacts and an attitude toward sex and power, all of which would prove most useful in the years ahead.* For Pearl Hooker, at age 16, had become a sexual powerhouse in her own right and had only let her step-dad pimp for her to protect her mother.
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But in* the spring of 1958,* Pauline’s health failed;* she had had a heart attack and was confined to her hospital bed where Pearl visited her every day.* It was after one of those visits, that Corrie decided get rid of Pauline who was becoming more and more of a nuisance and embarrassment.* When Pearl left the room, Corrie pulled out the portfolio he’d assembled and had shown Pearl nearly three years before.* Now he let Pauline know what he had and that he was planning to divorce her.* When Pauline grew angry and threatened to fight him in court, Corrie nonchalantly pulled out a second dossier, this one with reports and photos detailing her daughter’s recent career as the dirtiest whore in Chicago.*
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Corrie took malicious joy in pointing out how he had personally managed Pearl’s training as slut extraordinaire.* The colour, close up photos of Pearl with a cock in every orifice ( known in Chicago as a full sandwich ) were too much for the ailing Pauline and she suffered a massive and fatal heart attack right then and there.
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Corrie just smiled.* He’d gotten rid of the bitch and he could still extort the daughter by threatening to besmirch Pauline’s good reputation if she didn’t continue to play along.* He was smug and arrogant and so wrong.
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In the worst of taste and showing no sensitivity at all, Corrie chose Pauline’s funeral as the time to spell out his position to the mourning Pearl.* He shocked her so much that for the first time in years, tears welled in the little girl’s eyes.* Corrie mistook her reaction for resistance and, perhaps out of sheer evil,* he pushed her more by informing her of the last conversation between him and her mother, that he had probably caused Pauline’s deadly heart attack.* Then, the coup de grace, Corrie told his slut step-daughter that her mother’s reputation depended on Pearl knowing her place and doing exactly as she was told.
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Pearl was silent and Corrie took this for submission.* Big mistake.* Pearl spent one more day in mourning but then shifted her sharp mind to more a satisfying thought,* revenge! *Pearl had become abstracted from all the sex she had endured for more than two years.* Men objectified her and she had become dead inside to them;* outwardly she was a perfect sexual partner: engaged, energetic, responsive.* But it was all sham.* Her real self was elsewhere, hidden and safe while her body took the abuse of the flesh.
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But Pearl was nobody’s fool even if she was everyone’s plaything and sex toy.** She had the technique to please, the contacts she needed and enough information about every millionaire, politician and big wig in Chicago to arrange a deal with just the right people to get what she wanted most.
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She took her time but it did not take too long.* Before her 18th birthday, Pearl Hooker ( she had insisted on keeping her mother’s name ) became heir to Corrie O’Neil’s fortune as that dynamo of the Democratic Party Machine in Chicago died under mysterious circumstances* apparently involving a chapter of the Hell’s Angels Bike Gang.* Corrie’s brutally hacked up and headless body was found floating in the bay.* His head showed up a few days later and his mouth had been stuffed with his balls and cock which were missing when the rest of his body was discovered. Corrie had suffered castration pre-mortem as evidenced by the expression of pure terror and agony frozen on his dead face.
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Pearl didn’t bother to attend the funeral.* Anyone who was anyone knew enough to stay away; besides, she was busy with the estates lawyer and accountant planning how best to invest the millions she had just inherited.
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Pearl was rich enough now that she need not continue in the career her step-dad had* forced upon her.* But she did anyway.* It wasn’t the sex that kept her there, it was the feeling of power.* Also she was not a cheap tart, like her mother.* No, Pearl was a class act;* still a slut but a classy one.
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In fact, Pearl Hooker was the prostitute who juiced up John F. Kennedy three hours before his first TV debate with Richard Nixon.* Her identity was never revealed, but the story came out after Jackie’s death about the best whore in America who regularly serviced the Massachusetts Senator during his bid for the White House.
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Unauthorized biographies also told of JFK seeking this hooker out after he’d won the presidency.* His back was killing him that January day in 1961 when he met up with Pearl in a hotel near Washington.* The official record tells of Kennedy’s going to Mass before meeting up with outgoing President Eisenhower at the Capital.* But, in fact, he was shacked up with Pearl who knew how to bring the great man great pleasure while sparing him the pain that persisted supposedly because of* high school football injuries.* But everyone in the know was aware that womanizer Jack had put his back out as a teenager when he tried to take on three prostitutes in one go.
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Whatever the cause for his pains, Jack Kennedy appreciated Pearl’s sexual ministrations and sought her out just hours before he was to deliver his inaugural address. Apparently the President-elect asked Pearl to perform some particularly sexy act when she objected.
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“ Come on, Pearl, my sexy little cunt of a whore. Get your ass over here now!”* demanded Jack.* Kennedy was in a foul mood not only because of his aching back, but because he had worked on his inaugural speech for weeks but just couldn’t come up with a good zinger to end his speech.
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Pearl must have been in a petulant mood too, perhaps upset that Jack hadn’t given her an invitation to the White House gala planned for that night. Whatever the reason,* Pearl is said to have replied, “ Why is it only what you want, Jack?* You shouldn’t only ask what your cunt can do for you;* why don’t you ask what you can do for your cunt?”
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num1scamp
10-17-2008, 10:43 PM
loved it.