9:19PM - Sunday December 28, 2003
Whorehouse Chronicles Pt. 2
SO, I settled into working at the whorehouse. I was being paid $50 a night, basically $6 and hour, for what I initially thought of as recetion desk duties. It turned out to be so much more than that.

Besides having to do the vacuuming and laundry, I also was in charge of the safe, and I was supposed to "supervise" the girls. Of course, nobody actually told me the rules, or that I was supposed to ride herd on them. Or that I was the one who was responsible for making sure the customers weren't drunk or were alone when the girls went on outcalls. And I had to count the money and make sure everything balanced out and fax a report at the end of the night. And make sure the girls clocked in correctly. They were supposed to be monetarily penalized for clocking in crookedly. (Yes, you can roll you eyes--I did all the time.) That was way too much responsibility for $6 an hour.

Oh, and I musn't forget the times I had to cover for the boss when he was upstairs doing one of the girls and his common-law wife called for him. Oh yeah, that was fun. Asshole. Yes, I'm slightly bitter.

I had a great phone voice--guys would proposition me all the time. I had to give out descriptions of the girls, and often they'd ask me what I looked like. One night one particularly lonely man in a hotel tried to entice me ove rby saying all he wanted to do was read me part of his novel. And lick my arm. Yeah, I don't know what that was about.

I think the busiest time was the week that there was a NATO naval exercise happening. Man oh man, the sailors! One sailor found us and had a good time, and told all his buddies. In one 8-hour shift, four girls managed to squeeze in fifty sailors. Hee! Christy came out of her room after one guy with her eyes all bugged out. afte rmaking sure he was gone and out of earshot, she leaned in and said, "I wouldn't let him near my pussy! He was down to here!" while gesturing at a cut-off point just above her knee. What's even funnier is I saw him the next day while visiting my then number two boyfriend at his place of work, a gaming and hobby store. I nearly peed my pants I laughed so hard. Even big-dicked sailors need to play with miniatures, apparently.

It's at this point I confess to skimming the American money for my pay. Hey! I needed to make a living! I wasn't making tips! Some nights were so slow that I didn't get paid that night, it had to wait until the next day.

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