I, perchance, happen to be in a very unique situation. I have experienced brothel work in various forms.
- High Class but had Low Self Worth
- Low Class, High Self Worth. Same Place, but not.
- High Class, High Worth. Life is good.
I started off doing Massage with a happy ending. I had tried full service once and hated it. The owners of that place very overly strict. A new girl started at the massage place and wanted to try full service. I at least had done it once, so I decided to go with her to ensure she was ok. She picked the place.
High Class, Low Worth
The Brothel I first worked in was a high-class Gentlemen’s Club.There was a 2 drink limit bar and lounge area. 11 rooms with spas and huge bed in oneIt also had a full indoor pool. The girls had to wear formal dresses, classy. The reception, management, girls and security were great.
Everything was fine. Except it wasn’t. I had left a church group a little while prior. I knew brothel work meant I was going to hell. I knew good people didn’t do this. But, I also enjoyed myself.
I was new. Some clients would try to push boundaries. At first, I let some get away with it. It did upset me. It did affect me. I was told not to let them. The first time I refused to see a guy who was on a power trip felt great. He left. The guy sitting near him applauded me. I saw him. I started learning to stand up for myself. There were many fun times.
If there were a few of us in a room it was like a sleepover party. (The shower in that room was so big we once played twister in the shower.) And that made it even worse. What sort of person was I. I was enjoying what was bad. I was always judging, never accepting. I judged the men, I judged myself. Neither came up good.
One day at work, I freaked out just because a young businessman looked at me across the room. I couldn’t do it.I went straight to a manager and told her I had to go. I burst into tears. She was lovely. She told me to take time off and they would always be there if I needed. I took three months off. I traveled. And that became my cycle. I would work until I felt the panic rise, then I would take months off and repeat.
It wasn’t that they were bad or treated me bad. I even became friends with one or two clients. There was a free pool table we would play. I judged myself against society standards and failed. I didn’t deserved much worth, but I didn’t try to fix it, I just passed it on to the clients. My life, my choices somehow became their fault. Yet at the same time, I had a good life, I got to help my family, the girls were great, I had friends outside, I was also happy. What Society had taught me, and what I seems okay with were two different things and they kept clashing. I was a doll in a mental washer. I grew a chip on my shoulder toward men.
And then I left.
I had no plans to return. I start other careers. During my time away, I worked on my own self worth, self love, and self confident. I stopped judging myself and trying to meet some impossible standard. The more my self worth grew, the less I needed to be anyone but me. Just me. True to myself.
And then I returned.
2.Low Class, High Worth
I started studying psychology. I worked full time & studied full time. Life was hectic and changing. I decided to go back to the brothel I knew until I finished my studies in a few years time.
I went back and everything had changed. The owners had changed. The new owners wanted a stripclub not a brothel. So care factor was so so. One was rough, but sweet when you knew him. The other was awful. He looked down on women. On us. The place was the same but the pool was gone. The classy style was gone. They weren’t criminal in any way. They just weren’t great businessmen.
I worked days now finishing at 6pm. The bar wasn’t open daytime so it was private intro. I quickly built up my regular clients. And I found I had no issue with my job. I really enjoyed it and I enjoyed my clients. They were just people. And interesting ones at that. My demonising them was an escape than taking responsibility for myself. I know that now. The girls were lovely during the day. Some night girls chose to live there. I became the go to girl if you needed help.
Come the evening it was different. Formal dresses were gone. Tacky almost nothings were mixed with club going out, mixed again. It was free bar and some girls would get drunk (the stories would be told the next day), there was talk among the day girls about drugs happening at night although the nicer owner was anti-drugs. The night girls were encouraged to hussle. Encouraged to compete with each other. Clients got overcharged. Although the day clients were still businessmen, the night clients were mixed. A few gentlemen but more drunk and brawdy boys. It was a rough vibe.
It had gone from this wondrous place to a cesspit. I mourn the lost of that place.
And then I left.
I tried my hand at Escorting but found I didn’t like it. The money is higher but you also have do deal with phone calls, bookings, cancellations, prank calls, washing, the list goes on.
3. High Class, High Self Worth
Funnily, the brothel than I’m at now. The one that I love. It is the one that i went to my very first time and hated it. The owners had changed here too. But that was a good thing. The quality didn’t.
The brothel I work at now, is fantastic and has a high reputation. Its bigger than it looks. It has themed rooms, spa room (natural & chlorine), and normal rooms. Its formal dress and all the girls get on.Drama is not encouraged. Its like a sorority. A lot of girls become friends away from work and we have had a few outings. The clients vary but they are mostly good. They provide food & have a kitchen. There a small place for out of town girls to stay if they want. We have free wifi and a place to study, another to watch TV and chill with the girlies, and chat. Its our area, no clients allowed.
They aim so no client will see another. Although its harder at night. Still studying, I only do days. I finish at 8pm. As I settled and relaxed at this place, I started noticing more with my clients too. The time spent was also a break for them from the stresses of life. They would sometimes ask relationship advice, sometimes business. I was being a teacher to some, a guide as they did self exploration. I was someone to have fun with and talk to after a hard day, for single guys. I’ve seen disabled clients, widowed clients, married clients, lonely clients and happy clients. They all just people. Mostly trying to catch their breath before wading into the societal pool again.
I realised I was being a therapist at work. My skills and desire to help others was already in play. I was doing what I love, plus sex (also love). The flexibility and money is much better and I have freedom with my therapy style. I had seen at the last place women who were working and were constantly booked, in their 60’s (they looked late 40s maybe), so I knew brothel work could be long term. I made the decision. Put my studies on hold and made sex work as my first choice career. I started studying the sex industry instead.
I love the brothel I am at. I love the work that I do. If I have my way, I will do this work, at this place until its time to retire.
And then I’ll leave.