Losing it
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My name is Frankie. I am a young working lady in Melbourne. Actually, I'm 21. So why am I in this industry? What made me chose to sell my body for sex at such a young age? Well, I am not on drugs, nor am I pregnant, nor am I supporting a family or partner, nor am I stupid or otherwise incapable of landing gainful employment. In fact, I am very intelligent. I am very independent. I am very responsible. I guess those 3 things answer the question. I like the idea of being totally in control of my roster. I like that I can be me. I like the money in it. Most of all, I'm a 'people person'.
It's probably not a great idea to begin a blog after drinking, but I'll see how I go.
I got into the industry when a person I knew with a bit of a drug habit, just, went for it. My house mate and I had often discussed how easy and beneficial it would be to just become a prostitute, but he being a gay male and me being a lesbian, it didn't seem do-able. Then when this certain girl I knew, walked into my house, threw a handful of cash into the air witch a giant grin on her face and told me all about how lovely the clients were, moments later I found myself on the phone organizing an interview at her parlour. I went. It seemed nice. It was not at all what I had expected. Actually, I didn't know what to expect, but not that. It didn't feel seedy or desperate. It kind of felt like..... a bunch of women sitting around in lingerie and smoking. Because, that's really what it was. I rostered on my first shift. I had 2 days to prepare. SHIT. Time to shave my legs. Other than that I rather enjoyed picking out skimpy lingerie and choosing which hair extensions would really be 'Maxine'. When my shift came, I was absolutely racked with nerves. After a couple of introductions I kind of knew what I was willing to offer and what I should say. My first client. I could not tell you what he was like in the into room as it was entirely unmemorable. However, once we were upstairs, I found out he had a water-sports fetish. Well I had no idea what I was supposed to do! I was a 20 year old with a thing for lingerie and makeup and now I was all of a sudden a prostitute who was supposed to pee on some old, fat guy! I panicked! I agreed on a $50 charge. I was shaky and hesitant but sure enough, once the cash is there, in your hand, you feel so much more relaxed. I can't explain what it is about money that makes a person willing to do things they ordinarily wouldn't. Everybody has a price. mine was apparently $50. I got undressed, still covering my privates as I didn't really.... feel comfortable. I stepped into the shower and tried my very best to pee. I couldn't. It was so sudden. I was so nervous. he then asked if it would be ok to pee on me. I thought..... abso-fucking-lutely. On my knees, tits forward, I was covered in yellow warmth. i had no idea if I was supposed to be faking enjoyment. I tried to, mildly. afterwards, he wanted to do anal. I requested another $100. that was off the table. straight sex, he came, he showered, he left. As he left the room, I had changed. I had become a working girl. Used condom in one hand, $50 in the other. It seemed too easy. It seemed to difficult. All I could do was tidy up and amble downstairs for a cigarette, then another, then another. Finally I had to do another intro. And another. No more bookings. I was probably too nervous. I left that day, with $160 for an hour of work. ($110 for the booking). It was the most liberating experience I've ever had in my young life.
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