Meeting She Who Would Become Madame
This is the story of how I became a prostitute.
One Friday night early last year I went to a bar to meet friends for drinks. I walked in and looked around trying to find my friends. Not seeing them, I bought a drink and went outside and found an empty table where it was quieter so that I could call my friends. When I called one of my friends she told me that they'd gone to different bar instead. I was not happy.
It was at this point that a woman in her mid 40s approached me and asked if she could join me. She was attractive and well dressed so I didn't think anything of it and said yes. She offered me a cigarette and we chatted and smoked for a few minutes. I told her about what had happened and then she started asking questions.
"What do you do for work?" she asked me.
"I work in an office" I replied.
"Do you like it?"
"It's ok I suppose"
"Does it pay well?"
"It could be better"
It looked like she nodded to herself at my reply. There was silence for a moment while I wondered about her questions. I sensed there was more to them than it seemed. Eventually I asked a question of my own.
"What work do you do?"
Her reply left me not knowing what to say "I own a brothel. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She said it simply but the way she said it told me she wanted me to ask her about it. The questions she'd been asking and now this told me what was coming next. Part of me wanted to leave but another part of me was intrigued and yet another part wanted me to do as she asked.
She glanced at my now empty glass and asked "Do you want another drink?" Another question that sounded like more. I nodded and she gave me some cash. "Get me a double vodka too" she said making it sound like an order. I stood up and went to the bar.
While I was away I thought about leaving since it was the sensible thing to do but I had her money and she was expecting me to come back. I bought the drinks and returned. She smiled at me as though she was pleased with me when I sat and gave her her change.
"Now, where were we?" She asked as if she'd forgotten and looking me in the eye.
I lowered my eyes and replied "We were talking about your brothel".
"Yes, so we were. Have you ever considered doing prostitution?" She asked just like that. She knew I was on the hook.
I shook my head "No"
"I think a pretty girl like you would do well"
I nodded saying nothing, temptation making me want to hear more.
She told me about the brothel and what I'd be doing obviously seeing that I was tempted. "Do you want to work for me?"
I did what I do well and failed to resist temptation "Yes" was all I said.
With that she gave me her number "Call me when you're ready to work"
I spent the weekend thinking about our conversation knowing that I would call her because I wanted to do it and because I didn't want to let her down. I phoned her on the Monday morning. I had my first client that night.
One Friday night early last year I went to a bar to meet friends for drinks. I walked in and looked around trying to find my friends. Not seeing them, I bought a drink and went outside and found an empty table where it was quieter so that I could call my friends. When I called one of my friends she told me that they'd gone to different bar instead. I was not happy.
It was at this point that a woman in her mid 40s approached me and asked if she could join me. She was attractive and well dressed so I didn't think anything of it and said yes. She offered me a cigarette and we chatted and smoked for a few minutes. I told her about what had happened and then she started asking questions.
"What do you do for work?" she asked me.
"I work in an office" I replied.
"Do you like it?"
"It's ok I suppose"
"Does it pay well?"
"It could be better"
It looked like she nodded to herself at my reply. There was silence for a moment while I wondered about her questions. I sensed there was more to them than it seemed. Eventually I asked a question of my own.
"What work do you do?"
Her reply left me not knowing what to say "I own a brothel. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She said it simply but the way she said it told me she wanted me to ask her about it. The questions she'd been asking and now this told me what was coming next. Part of me wanted to leave but another part of me was intrigued and yet another part wanted me to do as she asked.
She glanced at my now empty glass and asked "Do you want another drink?" Another question that sounded like more. I nodded and she gave me some cash. "Get me a double vodka too" she said making it sound like an order. I stood up and went to the bar.
While I was away I thought about leaving since it was the sensible thing to do but I had her money and she was expecting me to come back. I bought the drinks and returned. She smiled at me as though she was pleased with me when I sat and gave her her change.
"Now, where were we?" She asked as if she'd forgotten and looking me in the eye.
I lowered my eyes and replied "We were talking about your brothel".
"Yes, so we were. Have you ever considered doing prostitution?" She asked just like that. She knew I was on the hook.
I shook my head "No"
"I think a pretty girl like you would do well"
I nodded saying nothing, temptation making me want to hear more.
She told me about the brothel and what I'd be doing obviously seeing that I was tempted. "Do you want to work for me?"
I did what I do well and failed to resist temptation "Yes" was all I said.
With that she gave me her number "Call me when you're ready to work"
I spent the weekend thinking about our conversation knowing that I would call her because I wanted to do it and because I didn't want to let her down. I phoned her on the Monday morning. I had my first client that night.
