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I use to be an escort worker. Ive slept with hundreds and hundreds of men. All in a safe and clean environment. Ive seen what goes down behind the scenes of many brothels. Seen and heard horrible things. Why was I an escort worker? Living in a big city, young and struggling to find a job. My best friend's boyfriend introduced her to the scene and she use to come home after a night out with hundreds of dollars. Buying expensive clothes, partying and living upper class. She said I should try it out too. So I did. I had only ever slept with a few guys before. And soon enough I too was earning big dollars. Sleeping with up to 10 guys a night was about average.
Did I enjoy it? Never!! Not once was it anything else other then a performance. An act. There was never any attachment or real feelings. I was always safe and always knew how to protect myself from being in unsafe situations.
Then came the allure of drugs. Been dabbling in them since high school and usual clubbing weekend drug binges but this become more often. I never ever injected. Everyone around me did and I was always offered to try but I never wanted too.
There are a few times that really stand out tho. Once we were paid $2000 each to attend a party in a penthouse in a hotel. So when we got there, there was security everywhere. And inside the penthouse was an Arabic sheikh. There was a massive food layout and we were told to eat and be merry and do as the sheikh says. There were many other working girls and lots of security just standing around. It was only then that I freaked a little. The sheikh wanted to do lots of dancing but he was very rough and slapped me several times like i was just a toy. I was able to blend in to the others and he took other girls to rough house with. Then we left and got paid. Easiest money ever.
Then there were the not so good stories. One brothel we worked at had a group of asian women who lived there 24/7. At the time I didnt realise but now I think back and they were probably held against their will with their passports confiscated and with a promise of good money. They didnt know how to speak english and often this one girl would look at me like she wanted to say something but didnt know how.
Then there were the drug stories of these poor girls. Shooting up in the basement. It was bad and just how you would imagine. Then they would sit in the brothel all night nodding. One girl overdosed and started to convulse and i rang emergency who came and injected her with Narcan and then she was back at it again as soon as she could.
No one except my best friend whom I dont keep in contact with now knows my secret and what I have seen and done. When the topic comes up in casual conversations with my girlfriends of how many guys they have slept with, I would say 10 but little do they know the real number.....
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Thank you for sharing your experiences. I lived some similar secrets. I was abducted as a teen and kept in a similar saga of just really unexpected things. It felt strange going for many years at the control of my kidnapper. I was exploited all over the USA. Sometimes I was in Canada too. I finally escaped by going to another country on the other side of the world. It's stories like you share the big need internationally to address prostitution and slavery more openly. Thank you for having the courage to tell your story.
ReplyReading stories like this makes me feel sick when I know men who pay sex workers and act like it's not a big deal... or they say they talk to them sometimes and hear their sad stories but yet they perpetuate this abuse by continuing to go to "Asian massage" places and brothels and stuff (or just calling the girls who put up ads).
I'm sorry you fell into this but you could always try to help other women who can't escape it. Write a book anonymously, or collaborate with screenwriters to make a movie about your experiences.
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