“Hey! Not much.... about to go to work.... what’s up? Is Alex being a fuckbag again?”
I wasn’t really sure what to reply so I kept it relatively simple.
“I want you” I got a reply back within seconds.
“Want me for what?” I wrote back quickly without even thinking.
My social retardation kicked in around about now. What the fuck was he talking about? At this point, I still hadn’t gathered exactly what he was getting at. I initially thought he was setting me u
My first week was done and dusted. In my humble opinion, I think I fucking KILLED IT.
I had spent the week watching (not literally, you sick fucks) and learning all about this kick ass job I just scored myself.
But what I had seemed to have forgotten was my “outside” life. I had a boyfriend, let’s call the dickhead Alex*. Alex and I were in a tough place to begin with, it didn’t help that I got a job and “forgot” to mention to him what it actually was. Or that I even had a job at all.
Generally speaking, some weird shit goes down in brothels. I know.... I’m just as shocked as you are.
I walked in early to start my shift. The changeover is usually pretty straight forward. While we sat there behind the desk discussing random brothel related shinanigans, a client creeped over from the outside area.
“Do you ladies have any fruit?”
I jokingly told him I don’t eat fruit because I’m more of a bucket of fried chicken type girl.
He wasn’t even half as amused as I was.
The oldest profession
Prostitution. The oldest profession in the world. It has been around for hundreds of years and it will be around long after we’re all dead and buried. That’s a cold hard fact.
While other industries have evolved with the times, prostitution has remained the same. Women (and men) from all walks of life have made the conscious decision to sell their bodies for twenty, thirty or sixty minutes at a time to anyone that is willing to pay for it.