First, And Only, Time Streetwalking
I only ever streetwalked once, and that was quite early on, when I was 14.
My pimp/Madame, at the time, thought that it would be a good idea for me to get to grips with the in's and out's of being a street prostitute instead of working in the brothel that I did so at the time.
That terrified me!
Sure, I hooked and it was exciting but it was scary enough working in the brothel. Was I afraid of the punters/clients/tricks/johns physically? Well, no. They might have been bigger than me and certainly stronger than me, but no. They were, mainly, quite gentle. Was I afraid of the other girls? The other hookers? No. We were a nice dysfunctional bunch but nobody was intimidated or intimidating. The boss wouldn't allow that to happen. We were there for a common goal.
No, what was frightening for me was people - the clients - finding out just [i]how young[/i] I was.
So, imagine that feeling ramped up to the nth degree with being out and about, in the red light area, wearing whatever I was wearing (and obviously looking the part) and being very conscious of being the age that I was.
I was on edge the whole night. I was shaking a bit. Tried smoking to calm myself down, which did have an effect, but still was worried.
Didn't earn that great either. Got berated by my pimp/Madame but she understood that it was an experiment gone wrong. Next night? Back in the brothel, doing my normal amount of punters/johns/clients/tricks and earning well for her.
My first, and last time.
馃馃徑
My pimp/Madame, at the time, thought that it would be a good idea for me to get to grips with the in's and out's of being a street prostitute instead of working in the brothel that I did so at the time.
That terrified me!
Sure, I hooked and it was exciting but it was scary enough working in the brothel. Was I afraid of the punters/clients/tricks/johns physically? Well, no. They might have been bigger than me and certainly stronger than me, but no. They were, mainly, quite gentle. Was I afraid of the other girls? The other hookers? No. We were a nice dysfunctional bunch but nobody was intimidated or intimidating. The boss wouldn't allow that to happen. We were there for a common goal.
No, what was frightening for me was people - the clients - finding out just [i]how young[/i] I was.
So, imagine that feeling ramped up to the nth degree with being out and about, in the red light area, wearing whatever I was wearing (and obviously looking the part) and being very conscious of being the age that I was.
I was on edge the whole night. I was shaking a bit. Tried smoking to calm myself down, which did have an effect, but still was worried.
Didn't earn that great either. Got berated by my pimp/Madame but she understood that it was an experiment gone wrong. Next night? Back in the brothel, doing my normal amount of punters/johns/clients/tricks and earning well for her.
My first, and last time.
馃馃徑
