The girls kept saying the job was addictive. I would have guessed they meant the money, but on closer consideration, the job creates a sense of loneliness and segregation from the real world. Conversely, the job also quenches that feeling because behind those walls there are no secrets. Everyone knows that they are selling sex and there is no subterfuge. I like the activity. Even on my nights off I like to hear the activity.
Usually the girls will stop working when they have a relationship, but Holly is currently madly in love with a man who has no idea what she does for a living. This is a very real fear for all of the girls, but Holly has already felt the brunt of this when she lost her entire family, including her three children, after being found out. She no longer has any contact with her children, but she hopes one day they will find her and look beyond the odium attached to her profession and reach out to her once more.
On TV you see streetwalkers, drug-addicted streetwalkers. The Universe has given me this job for a reason. What do you want to be when you grow up? Holly began in the industry after falling into a large hole of debt. I asked the girls about the money. In theory, they would only need to work a few months at a time and take time off, or save enough to do something big with, but the girls I spoke with all seem to have money issues.
She was on an apprentice wage and wanted extra cash. She said until she started working in the sex industry she had no confidence with men and hated getting undressed in front of them. I felt as though she deflected much of her feelings by being coarse or crass, particularly with her clients. In fact, she attributes often getting the client in the first place with her overtly bolshie and sexual approach.
She initially assumed that guys would go for the prettier or the slimmer girls, but the more often she was chosen, the greater her confidence in her sex appeal grew. In the precursory sexual health check she will inspect a client for obvious lesions whilst making a man stand on one leg.
I also hate getting on top. I have no rhythm. When she went for an intro during our interview she suggested I come in to the room with her if she was picked. I reckon a guy would be up for it. The hour overnight shifts are difficult to stay awake on, and not all clients are created equal.
Some are nice, some are not. Now and then someone will want to talk rough or dirty to her. The consensus between the girls is that married guys are the worst. His wife and kids were away and he got a hooker to come to the house. Many guys are shown tenderness, especially the broken-hearted ones, or widows, but married men are judged harshly. Although house rules stipulate that there is to be no drug use on the premises, there is most certainly a little underground scene, with one of my girls admitting she had actually had ice, or crystal meth, that afternoon.
I figured that the industry and the drug scene were quite tightly enmeshed so when I spoke to management before the interviews I asked them how they handled it if they saw one of their girls going down, either physically or emotionally. If it seems like they need counselling we help them get it, and if they need to clean up, we help them with that too.
We take them to rehab or support them while they get clean. I only met three working girls out of thousands across the world. I imagine that motives vary but the main reason is it seems like easy money.
Although the stories of how my girls came to the industry are vastly different, I feel that the industry has shaped them all similarly. Cynicism and mistrust are rife.
They all admit that they have not been treated well by guys in the past, and this profession does not leave them with a trust for the hairier sex.
I got in my car to go home, and I was thankful to be heading to my bed and not staying for an all-nighter with the girls. You tell the guy to drop his pants, and then you hunker down there and inspect some genitals. Some girls keep a light by the bed to make it easier, but I rarely felt like more light would have helped matters. What are you looking for?
Bumps, sores, bleeding wounds, literal spiders -- all the kinds of stuff you don't want to think about immediately before sex. Yet there you are, prodding some wang and dreaming up Seussian names for all the STDs it might carry.
Red pills for the clap! Pills for Crumpunktering Pinkertumb Staph! The best tip I ever got was to turn the dick check into a sexy little prelude to the real action with a hot towel massage to the guy's junk. You get cleaner dicks, and happier clients. You can take that tidbit back to the bedroom with you, ladies.
Sometimes a client will come in and not have a clear idea of what he wants. In that case, the girls on duty will get in a line-up and let the client pick. I got picked the first time I ever went out, and initially I took it as a compliment -- but then I learned many of the regulars go straight for the new girls.
First-timers don't know how to haggle, and haggling is the most important skill for a professional prostitute. I was always scared to ask for big money, because honestly I know me , and I just feel like a regular girl. I'm not some kind of supernaturally good lover or anything. I was one of the bigger girls there, and I'd wonder, "How can I ask for the same amount of money as all my skinny-ass co-workers?
In that way, prostitution was actually good for my self-esteem. I came into the business with a lot of body-image issues, and previous webcam work only made those worse. You think cat-calling construction workers are bad? Look at the shit men on the Internet post when they've seen a part of your naked body. But the guys at the brothel were always very complimentary, and clearly happy to be with me. It illustrated the large gap between "how women look in magazines" and "what guys actually want.
I had a friend who did really well. She was, like, 10 to 12 years younger than I am and would consistently book huge amounts.
I finally asked her how she did it, and she told me, "You have to go in there and believe you're worth it. Remember on The Office when Michael Scott handed out pointless awards to all his employees? That exists in the world of whoring. There's an official group who picks a " Best Legal Courtesan " every year. There's also a " Best Brothel of the Year " award that looks like this:.
You know how Borat brags about his sister being the second-best prostitute in Kazakhstan? As you can imagine, there wasn't a lot of jockeying for the "best hooker" award. There are message boards for the men who use our brothels, and the guys on there would say they didn't want to "date" a winner because that must mean "she's having too much sex. We had meetings every week -- they called them "tea parties," but it was us sitting down with management and talking about numbers.
They'd set sales goals for us, tell us how we should be marketing ourselves -- we were even required to spend unpaid time online in our brothel's forums, talking to the kind of people who visit a brothel's forums. Here's a photo of one such tea party. This is exactly what it looked like, not a marketing shot at all I saw this picture and had flashbacks.
I'm not in the photo -- but some of my former co-workers are. The reason those girls are in funny hats is because they do a raffle at every tea party. What, the word "raffle" isn't the first thing you think of when you hear "brothel"?
There's plenty of good old-fashioned office in-fighting, too. There's a fancy parlor area in the front, and the rooms get progressively shittier as you move further from the "showroom. But if you weren't booking enough clients, you got shifted to a punishment room with just a sink. Dennis Hof is the owner of the brothel I worked at, and the public face of legal prostitution in Nevada.
He makes a big point of saying that this is different from illegal prostitution because the girls can choose to say no. We aren't supposed to have pimps forcing clients on us. A third party having control over who you fuck and how long you spend with them is inherently abusive, because of course it is. The entire rest of the world works that way; legal prostitution is no different.
I don't remember hearing about these on Cathouse , but our boss will occasionally issue people cards redeemable for time with the girls. I knew that when I started, but I didn't know exactly how it worked until our brothel's maintenance man earned one and tried to redeem it on me. He handed it over, so I went down to the cashier and asked what to do.
Three hundred bucks won't buy you much , but some guys spend that little. Then she tells me, "You have to let him take as much time as he wants. I had a choice, but that "choice" was to let some guy have his way with me for a price someone else decided The brothels have other ways of screwing us over.
We're independent contractors, even though by definition that means we can't be required to do things like keep a strict schedule or live where we work.