Living Rough at a Golf Course

At 31 I was unemployed and started living rough at expensive golf course. I managed to get onto the course property during a heavy rainstorm and the security not wanting to get wet. Short version mainly by hiding on a delivery truck, once on the property I found a mostly disused storage room. That became bedroom, it also gave access to locker rooms and extra clothing. Clothing for playing golf was kept there and after use was sent to be cleaned and there was always several outfit in each locker. It was similar to crack the combo locks had done it all thought high school. Also, I could get some money at the same time, only taking a little each time, $5 max it easy to miss that it's missing. Wearing golf club attire, I could walk about unnoticed by the members and staff. At first it was nerve racking but overtime your taken as a member as they get used to seeing you. Meals were easy to get, smorgasbord were regular for breakfast, lunch and dinner in one or more of their restaurants. I just grab a plate and fill it up and go somewhere unseen, at other times well there's the clear away carts as I call them. There's always something worth eat on them. The hardest thing to get was shoes, golf shoes I got damaged ones and using super glue fixed them up. They weren't perfect but a great deal better than bare feet and nobody look very closely at your shoes. Being young and fairly fit I did get noticed by the older women more than anyone else. Some wanted fun while husband was playing golf, and I was ready and willing to provide that fun. Also being there for a long time I got to some staff and security people. So that I was able to get a job away from the golf course I could just walk back in unchallenged. Being away sometimes for few days, made my times there more believable. Also allowing me to making money and save up reserve. But my main reason for staying was simple it was cheap and everything I needed as a home and great meals provided free. For my storage area (bedroom) I found an old electrical cabinet being replaced in a renovation I put in the storage room right at back in the shadow I could store my bed in it nobody touched it. Mature women sometime had me stay with them when hubby was away, so I only needed my own mainly when not engaged in providing fun and comfort. Which allowed me to rummage thru their husband's clothes, which was made easier as they were usually been sorted to be donated or throw away. Shoes were also included and were in excellent condition. Rich people don't wait till they have holes in the soles, they just get new shoes every few months and sometime only wear them once. I can attend functions there no questions asked, the staff think of me as a long-standing member and the older male members see me as a distraction for their wives. whether or not they know I'm fucking some I don't know. In 8 years, I've saved up quite a little nest egg, I've invested using information I heard in conversations and from wives I'm fucking. I know what's going up or down, some fucking old women has its perks you can say.