So how did a beautiful, nice young girl like you end up working here?!

So, how did a beautiful, nice young girl like you end up working in a place like this?

Well, we were living with a flatmate we detested, but couldn’t afford to live without flatmates.  I’d been very close to exploding at her almost since she moved in (in fact, to this day I have no idea how I managed to hold it in for so long!) and I was flicking through job ads on trademe and found an ad in “other” – which is how I got my first job in the sex industry.  Apparently the ad was taken off trademe shortly after I saw it and got in touch with my first boss.  On the very same day my partner lost it at our flattie, yelled at her, made her cry (cruel as it seems, I was proud of her, our flatmate really deserved it!) and our dearest wish came true: our flattie decided she was gonna move out.  It was perfect timing, because due to the new job (and the money we were sure was going to come out of it) we’d be able to afford to live without flatmates.

As to how I first got the idea…  I’m not sure.  I think when I was younger, going through puberty with the low self-esteem which can (and often does) come with it, I’d think about it from time to time, probably along the lines of prostitution is about as low as one can sink, and I didn’t really deserve any better.  And later on, when considering how on earth I was going to make enough money to do everything I wanted to do, it popped into my head from time to time.

But, yes, stereotypically, I got into prostitution when I was in need of money.  No, I wasn’t desperate, but I wanted money and it seemed like a good way to get it.  Daunting, yes, and boy was I nervous, but since I got over that I’ve been ok.

The scariest part was the first client.  But as the other girls told me, the first time is always the worst.  Once you’ve done one, you’ll be fine.  And until last week or so, the first client I ever had was indeed among the worst.  Just a pain in the arse, rude bastard.  But I was ok.  And having worked previously, I think it might always be a viable option for me.

How did I end up working where I am now?  Well I had a job in the real world for a while, something I had experience in, was rewarding, but was enjoying less and less.  And the pay was shit.  I got in touch with NZPC (who’d helped me out when I had issues with my previous boss upon leaving) and asked if they could recommend somewhere good for me to work.  They introduced me to my current boss, told me that from what they’ve seen and heard, she’s probably got the busiest place around, she’s friendly, the other girls are friendly and it’s a good, clean work environment.  They were right!  I handed in my notice to my boss, took as many sick days as I had left, and started working again before I’d finished at my other job.

Again, I wasn’t desperate.  Certainly not for money.  I didn’t have all that high hopes for the money this time around after the financial disappointment of the last place.  I was desperate to leave my other job, because I was sick of it and needed a change.  I was sick of actually having to work hard for little money.  At least as a whore, I can sit around reading, playing solitaire on my laptop and have naps if I’m not busy for just as much, and sometimes more money!  And the actual work doesn’t tend to be very hard.  Besides, as it’s turned out, the money here is many times better than the last real life job and the previous sex work put together!

So, really, why wouldn’t a beautiful, nice young girl like me want to work in a place like this??

~ by Meretrix on May 7, 2009.