I was talking with civvy room-mate, Rose, last night about her first day on her new job. It sounded like she was creating a whole new life. She had a stack of first day tasks she needed to complete, a new group of people to meet and not meet, classes to attend, email accounts to setup with snarky IT guys, paperwork and more paperwork to complete, and finally a work space to create.
She told it all to me while getting out of her office dress and complaining about actually needing to pass a test. Later that evening, Rose boldly posed the question to me – what was my first time like? “My first time? Or my first customer?”, I countered. “First customer”, she answered. She wanted to know about my first day as a working girl. LOL.
It’s a fair question and I have not thought back on my first day at sex work or tried to explain sex work to a civvy. To be accurate, it was actually my first night. I had a first day task list like Rose. Mine were some hand-written directions to the bar.
Let’s jump straight to the Brix Bar at 9pm. There I was, dressed in my sexiest dress and highest heels. Feeling sexy, bold and super lost. Before she started her evening my friend told me which girls to stay away from. Thus armed, I was ready for my first night. I too, had a work space – a corner of the bar next to the exit. It was still early and I had a chance to scan the room.
Shortly after I arrived, customers and other working girls began to arrive. It was clear who were the people to meet and who not to meet. I saw several girls find success over the next hour. I was beginning to think I was going to just stand in the corner all night. Then the door opened, a young Filipina girl and an older European man strode inside. The man hung out at bar and watched the girl as she walked up to me. She asked me to go with them for the evening. The price was right so the three of us left the bar together.
I know what you are thinking – threesome right? Yah – me too! Remember, this was my first night of sex work in a new country with strangers. What else could a man with two girls want to do? Once we were back in their room, I learned that a man with two girls could do many more things than just a threesome. Then, in another very short space of time, they realized how very little that man with the two girls could do if one of the girls was me!
You see, the man wanted a show with his girlfriend. A show starring me and his girlfriend! I was ready for a threesome, or even a cheerleader roleplay, but not for a lesbian show, but hey, I was there to work and I was actually a little turned on about the whole idea.
I turned on my charms and really got into it. I guess I was really bad so she stopped me and got out some blue video tapes and proceeded to show me what a good show was like. Lucky for me they were good teachers! Video, explanation and demonstrations. My first day of sex work was more like my first day at sex work school! You know, even to this day I can’t use an ice cream scoop without giggling. After my lessons, it was time for the final exams. I passed with flying colors!
It was a wonderful night of new experiences and I have never looked back. The days and weeks before my first day as a working girl are not something I want to remember but my career in sex work began that night in that crazy way. You know, what? My first day of sex work was alot like Rose’s – except for the paperwork and snarky IT guys!