7:38PM - Thursday January 8, 2004
Whorehouse Chronicles Pt. 4
So, while I was working there, a couple of guys I knew came through. Heh. One of them was an older married chap who I met throught the local amateur Gilbert and Sullivan group. He was a tenor. Heh. He came in piss drunk one night, and we chatted for a bit--man, he was surprised to see me! Hee! Anyway, he was too drunk, and I wouldn't let him see a girl and he got pissy at me. Whatever. Anyway, the funny bit about that guy was that a while later I went to model for a drawing class, and who was there? Yep, you guessed it, he was. So now I know he goes to whorehouses, and he's seen me naked. Heh.

And then there was this other guy, a rude bastard who chewed me out because his damn card wouldn't work in the interac machine we had. He stormed off all in a huff, and he came back a few times. I loathed him though. There's no call to be rude to the nice girl at the whorehouse just because your card is too damaged to work. Fucker. Anyway, he became a cash-only customer, for which I was grateful. He liked black girls. At Coyote's birthday party one year, I saw him at the bar and it turned out he was a regular pool opponent of hers. He was there with his wife. These things make me snicker, tell my friends and laugh and point.

Another time, I guy I was interested in and had actually given my phone number to came in. He'd never called me, and man, he could have gotten free sex, but no, he didn't call me and instead ended up at the whorehouse where I worked. He was wasted as well, but one of the girls said it was okay because he was my friend. So, he got his lay. I just shake my head at that. Silly boy.

Oh, and there was Spoon Man. I happened upon him during the few day shifts I ended up working. He was in his seventies, and the girls told me a lot of stories about him. He liked to have the girl tell him about castration, and was especially excited if it was done with a spoon. The girls loved him because sometimes they could get HIM talking, and then they wouldn't have to do anything at all. He seemed like a very nice gentleman.

Sometimes foreign sailors would come in and drive me crazy. One time some Phillipino sailors came in and made a total nuisance of themselves. One of them peed on the toilet seat! and I sat on it! Can everybody say "Ewwww!" I flipped out. I was SO angry. Fer Chissakes, there was no need for that. And they kept leaving the rooms they were waiting in while I got other people settled. I chased one of them back down the hall. I think they were scared of me--I was way bigger than them. I was glad when they were all done and out the door.

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