Maybe....but, it's never the same. Those days are gone.
Here is how I was introduced to this "industry". I get asked the question often.
"How did you get into this line of work"?
I was REALLY young, and green of course, living in Austin, TX. I had just finished high school, living in a small town in Northern MN. With my desire for some excitement, I decided to move on to find some-anything. My best friend had already moved to Austin to be with her BF, who was stationed there in the Air Force. Texas looked pretty good to me, so off I went to find myself.
We had this neighbor gal who always seemed to have enough cash for our insatiable appetite for getting high. She always had the best "botanicals" (and they weren't found growing in her garden out back). At the time, I was working as a waitress at a Mexican restaurant, living paycheck to paycheck, trying to save up enough to purchase a car (the public transit system was actually pretty efficient back then in Austin). However, coming from a small town where my high school was two blocks from home, I wasn't accustomed to the hassle of using mass transit. I was used to getting around riding my bicycle and in friends' parents cars. Back then, the only kids who had their own cars were spoiled rich jocks and cheerleaders who didn't hang with us pot-smoking hippies. They liked to party, but drew the line with using alternative substances and growing their hair long.
Anyway, one Friday evening this neighbor girl and I were at her place smoking and drinking wine when she went upstairs to get ready for work. Her story was that she was a waitress at "Ol' English Pub" on Guadeloupe Street. I knew the place. It was a quaint Pub with good draft beer and a somewhat conservative ambiance. Well, she walked down the stairs in tight blue jeans, stiletto heels, and a black lace top that may as well not have been there. I could see her size D breasts bouncing with every step she took down those stairs. I'll never forget that moment. I said to her "you're going to work like THAT"? A knowing smile came over her face, telling me that "no, I don't work at Ol' English Pub". I work at a massage parlour calleld "Body Works Massage".
"Carman" was her stage name. She gave me a short rendition of how her shift would go, said that I'd do well there, and there were openings. Easy smeazy! The next day, I was "Marie", donning a leotard and heels (looking like a gymnast going to a party without changing her uniform-except for the heels)! The "madame" was pleasant enough. I remember thinking that she looked like my aunt Doris who could use a wardrobe consultant and a bike ride around the block or two. She said to just sit on the sofa in the LR, and wait for customers to come in. They came in, alright.
Every girl had their own look and style. Mine was the petite, perky one with the pixie cut and small breasts. Carman was curvy, long legged and busty. Sylvia was earthy and plain, a redhead with a natural hippie style. There was Cherrie, the one with the long, messy afro-style hair, red dress, red lips and yes, a lot of cleavage popping up on top. She was cool.
The hot black dude, who laid low in the kitchen most of the time was our "bouncer". He also supplied us with plenty of recreational bud and was constantly trying to make his way in each of our....rooms. That's another story.
I had no training whatsoever, zip. On the second night on my shift, three men came walking in, one of whom chose me to spend an hour with. There were three rooms to work out of, two with massage tables, one with a water bed. I took him to my room, a massage room. I asked him what he wanted, he told me, and I gave him a price. Two minutes later, I was under arrest and being hauled off to jail.
Barb, the "madame" had a deal with the local police in that town. Every so often, they needed to make some arrests in order for them to look like they're doing their job and making the community safe. She set me (and Cherrie) up. I didn't find that out until later when my case came to court. I guess the training came fast for me.
I lasted a few months at that gig, and will reveal more at another time. But, the thought came to me when all of this legislature bull came down that maybe we will be renting out houses (wellness centers) like Body Works Massage in Austin, Tx. Who knows? I have enough training now.
Those were the old days of this industry.
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I would hate to go back to the methods of hooking up with sex workers before the internet and online ads. I didn't partake in that era. 