Born in a beautiful rural area of Pokhara, I was a Moma's little daughter. Dad wasn't there for me when I was on this earth. I never asked what happened to him? Whether he left us or whether god took him away from me, I don't know. The reason I never cared was because my mom was special. She was my Mom, my dad,my sister and my brother. She was everything to me. We were living happily just like in a fairy tale. We came from a certain low caste and we were untouchables. I wonder why the society created such a system. That was the hardest reality for me. I used to think wish someday the society would create me in such a way that I will be allowed to go in all houses where so called higher castes live. My mother sewed clothes n put me in local government school. I have friends in school who were from diffetent castes. They were the best because they never let me realized about my reality. I was 5 ft 9" tall skinny girl studying in 8 th grade. Most of the guys thought I was good looking. Even higher castes wanted to put their hands into my pants. But I never let them do that because I was not happy with the society they created. One guy was in deep love with me. He proposed me and told me that he will marry me and will even leave his family if caste is a problem. He was a fine handsome gentleman with long nose, big eyes, who looked like Persian Prince. I wanted to marry him but I didn't trust their people as I was scared that I will be their concubines only but not a Princess. So I let it go. Years pass by and I was in 10 th grade ready to take SLC exam, the Irongate they said. I saw my mother getting older or was it me getting older couldn't tell. My hormones were getting high. My hair was growing heavy around my vagina and my armpits. I couldn't see my mother working hard like a dog everyday. No matter I gave her a little hand, during this time I was more focused on SLC so my mother had a cotton picking day. My mother got sick one day. Found out she was suffering from Tuberculosis. It costs money to get her to the hospital and we didn't have any. We were surviving day to day basis. I didn't have time to sew clothes for people because I wanted to pass SLC and then get scholarship for 11th and 12th grade in any college in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. My dream was about to fade so I had to do whatever it takes to reach my destination. So during nights, I started working near lake side not in a restaurant not in a shop but self employed which was actually a prostitution. The first night I was walking by, this old lahure guy picked me up. He was in the British Army as Major. The Hotel he took me was like a fantasy come true. I 've never seen well decorated house in my life as i was living in a hut. He offered me a red looking water which I later figured out was a Red Label. It almost took my throat gaggling when i took a sip. After getting drunk, the  old man gaggled my mouth with his penis, the balls were wrinlky n wrigly but I ahd no choice but to do it. He treated me as a horse sometimes, rabbit and then a dog sometimes. I bleed as this was my first sex. I realized I wasn't a virgin anymore. By the time we are done I got  Rs 20 thoushands just enough to take my Mom to admit her in the hospital. Due to lots of expenses I had to carry out my operations again which was to go on the street. I did, I had as many as young old customers including tourists from rich countries. My life was like a heaven as everyday was a new day with new adventure.                       One night I met this guy named Tyler from America who looks around 30-35 and was actually suffering from middle age crisis. He told me he came to see mountains in Nepal after he got divorced from his wife who caught him cheating her with a stripper. I din't even know at that time what stripper means. He was kinda obsessed with me. Everytime I go on the street he was waiting for me. Hey! all I care is about money so I didn't care who is waitng for me, whether a psycopath, serial killer or a midnight lover. Months passed by, we fell in love with each other. I gave my SLC exam and I passed in second division. Mom was getting better too.  Mom didn't know what I was doing. I told Mom that some rich American guy helped us. When I turned 18, Tyler offered me to go to his country. America was a land of opportunity I heard. Stories of people going to America with only a pan later became millionaires and billionaires were always in the newspapers so I was very very curious and excited at the same time. All I had was Tyler and my good tasty vagina incase Tyler betrays me. I was very happy and next thing I knew I was in America. He was from Detroi, Michigan. When I first landed in US, I felt so overrated, never seen a highway like that, never seen a skycrapers in my life, the sportscar on the roads etc. I told Tyler to find me a job. I wanted to work in restaurants or some stores. But Tyler persuaded me to work in a club. His idea was that my English was weak and the only place thay can hire me is the club. when I first went to work in the club, Tyler introduced me with this white man, I reckon he was the owner. On the side, I saw some halfnaked women dancing on long poles and people throwing money at them. I 've never seen that kinda sight before. Tylerr left and he said he will come and pick me up after midnight. Ther owner told me that his lady friend will give me a training and I can start working after couple of days. She took me to a room with poles and taught me how to climb it. At first  I slipped on that oily pole not getting a good grip and fell and almost broke my wrists and hip. Later I learnt it and  nailed it. I felt like a snake slithering on that pole. I started working there. Somedays I made 200 dollars a night and on weekends 500 a night. That was good money but Tyler took some of it as a fooding and lodging in his house. Barely saving couple of hunderedS,  I sent some money to Nepal, in this case my beloved Mom. While working in the strip club, guys were always offering money for blowjobs and night out after club hours. Since I needed more money or just the greed, I accepted their offer. Tyler was happy too as he was getting more extra money than before. I certainly realized love really don't exists, it's all about time and money, it's all about who can use who. Years passed by I got greencard through marriage with Tyler. My Mom told me she was able to buy a land and house in Nepal with the money I sent. Also she opened her own boutique shop and heard she was doing good. Our social stigma that staus was different now. People thought we were rich. No more my Mom had to sew those dirty clothes day and night.                       Life can't be the same. Things didn't work out well for me and Tyler. I felt like Tyler was using me and Tyler felt like I was using him. But we both knew we both are liable as guilty as possible. I left Tyler and I went with this young stud named Chris who used to visit my club frequently. He had that charismatic voice that will influence any woman. He was a rich spoiled brat from some wealthy southern rancher family. So I moved in with him. At first he was good and treated me like a wife but when money came short and he lost his job, I was forced to date different guys everynight after club hours. I had been fired several times from different clubs so I thought about quitting this job and take it to the whole next level. It was to shoot a pornographic video and sell it on the internet. We did several videos including orgy's. People liked it. I  became famous mostly among Nepalese as my videos were launching on very Nepali social sites including sajha. Apart from that I was called in all Rednecks wild parties. I get tipped so good that we became rich and bought several Bmw's and Corvetts. Sent enough money to Nepal that I can retire a good life out there. Many told me I can't come home. They called me names like whores and keep mentioning that I am not welcome back to my country. But many defended me too. Well educated people understood my situation. Those who criticised me, I know they are hypocrites who watch my videos and masturbate in the bathroom but outside they wana be god. God only knows whether I commited a sinnery or not. According to Christianity, I heard God forgives you. According to Islam, if I go to Mecca I will be forgiven too. Further, Hinduism says taking a bath at Ganges river will clean my eternity and bring me back to my same life before adultery. So I will do that and I will be clean. I think I am not a prostitute but a  naked goddes, a naked diva who fulfilled the thirst of many men, socially helped the country through remittance and changed many people's lives, my Mom and many people who wanted to get out of the closet, I became their aspiration, an actress for many people who wanted to see real Nepali porn. So you tell me whether I am a prostitute or Goddess?     Last edited: 04-Jun-13 06:27 PM