Low Rent Tranny Whore
by Barbi Satin
New York City 1997
I knew "Tina" in 1997 when I was a professional T girl dominatrix in New York City. It was the Hellfire club where I met her and she told me her story. Her fate was exactly as in this story. She had value as a human being and a smile I won't forget. This story is a composite about "Tina" and one other girl I met at Hellfire. The reality of it is how it was described to me. Both girls who inspired this story are dead now. They were not low to me but to themselves and I kept that title to emphasize the hopelessness.
That fucking neon light is glaring in my window again. Some of the bitches told me I was lucky to find a place so close to the stroll. I can see it glaring every night and it is nothing but a reminder of what I am. Nothing but a low rent whore who has to pay a slum lord $1,500 a month for a one-room rat hole.
You do the math; I can't anymore. How many $20.00 blowjobs in urine soaked alleys or the backseats of cars does it take? I hate that fucking neon sign. The Liberty Inn it screams but you won't find any liberty here. They call it the meatpacking district. In the summer it smells like rotting flesh and piss. In winter it gets cold and the wind comes in off the Hudson chilling us all to the bone. I saw a few of the ones I call the third worlders out already. Some of them seem to be out 24 hours a day when they are not down in the tombs getting gang raped. I am 22 years old but feel 90 at times
My name is Tina now and I am the only semi sane white meat on the block. The rest are all Boricuas and Cubanos and Ecuadorians and Argentineans and Sistahs. I can't even talk to them and the few times I did couldn't understand what they said. Ebonics and Spanglish and a mix of the two are their language. The only other white whore out there is Carol but she won't even talk to me now. She snapped and will cut any girl who gets close now. The other ones I remember are dead now.
It's ten fucking degrees out there now and the wind is whipping up. The sweep went through and I have maybe half an hour before they come back. I had better put on the damn heels and the fake fur that isn't even warm and get my ass out there. I need $100 tonight to pay the slumlord tomorrow or I am dead. $120 if I want to eat tonight.
Damn it's fucking cold and my feet still have blisters from these fucking heels.
"Yo baby, how much". "Yo, my ass mother fucker" runs through my mind! 20$ baby I yell back. The little fucker is in a Yugo fer christ's sakes. A front seat blowjob with neck cramps.
I was just about to get in and some little Philippina whore jumps in front of me screaming $10.00, I a soopermodel baybay. No you wan some biatch like her. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her down and put a heel into her third world face! The trick just drove off. Supermodel my ass. I spit on her as I walk away.
Half an hour gone by and not even another car but three other third worlders told me they would cut me tonight. Fuck them, let them try. I have to get in now before the next sweep.
This fucking sucks tonight. The damned cops must be on a clean up again and they are not leaving. I have no choice now and will have to clean up and wear my last hot outfit and pay to get into a club. Mothers is open and so is Hellfire. Some fucking choice that is. Mothers has music so loud it makes my head hurt and Hellfire will kick my ass out as soon as they see me hustle. Both cost $20.00 and there is no guarantee I will get any trade at all.
I decided on Hellfire so I painted my face up and put on the plastic dress. That shit always gets them going. I hoped none of the high rent girls would be there. The bitches in thousands of dollars of real leather that worked in the dungeons.
I walked around in there for hours. A few wanted to just go in the back but that will get a girl banned. I was ready to give up and pack up for eviction when I got a live wire.
$200.00 for just taking him into the alley and kicking him in balls and then shitting on him in the street. Another month here in hell paid for and at least food for the day.
It wasn't always like this. I was a boy once and a tranny but not like this. I was into it for the thrill and a young weekend warrior. I took a few hormones, enough to get some T&A but not enough to kill my sex drive. I was really gorgeous then and thought I could be some kind of star. I read all those tranny magazines and the stories about the glamorous life of the T girl hooker. What a crock of shit I had swallowed.
The next night it was the same but colder. I watched from the window and smiled as the cops rounded up five of those third world whores. I opened the window and yelled at them to have fun in the tombs.
There were too many cops around again and I did well at Hellfire the night before. It's open tonight but then closed. That leaves just Tranny Chasers down on 7th and they kick us out faster than Hellfire. I can't blame them either. I would kick me out if I had a classy place.
I put that plastic dress on again and headed down. The cops followed me all the way and I told them I was going clubbing and not working. Speaking English let me get away with things the others couldn't try.
Just my luck, one of the dungeon T girls was there. The bitch was 7'foot tall in those heels and the men were all over her ass. The fucking bitch was telling them she was there for pussy! She was turning down money and was wearing all custom made leathers. I hated her guts. She even tried to be friendly to me and to her it was all one big adventure. It must be nice. I don't know why but I told her my story just to tell it to someone friendly. I made $20.00 that night!
Three of them were killed last night while I was at the club. There is a ripper out there and no clubs left tonight. I can carry my .22, but if I get busted it is three years automatic. I will have to grab a razor knife and run my ass off if they come.
He pulled up in a Cadillac and I hopped in the back seat. I was going down on him for $50.00 and I felt it. It felt warm and sticky. He threw me out in front of the Liberty Inn and the sign was there again. It was just there and there and the cops stood over me. I heard them laughing and saying, "Just one more dead tranny hooker". "One said that they should just call a garbage truck to pick it up. It's just an unlined pine box now. I am number 134567 in an unmarked grave.
The End
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