This was just my personal experience, and it was great. Especially for someone so social, like me. I loved and admired the women I worked with. I took great pride in the pleasure I could give to people. It was a job that I enjoyed, and I was better at it because I enjoyed it. I remember one particular coworker who had previously worked as a licensed psychologist. She told me once that she felt that she helped people more at the brothel than she ever had in her previous practice.
Besides the inherent pleasure of a job well done, the monetary rewards of sex work are unmatched. When I moved to Australia, the thought was at the back of my mind from the beginning. I arrived in Australia broke as always. I guess the idea of sex work is nerve-racking no matter who you are or where you come from. I started looking on Gumtree. But they can advertise for receptionists. I first interviewed for a receptionist position at Gotham City, the largest, gaudiest brothel in Melbourne.
It had all this medieval shit on the outside: cement gargoyles and these stupid wrought iron lanterns with spikes and red stained glass.
You entered through the parking garage though, so at least that part of it was discreet. I went in and walked upstairs. There was this little old lady at the reception desk. She buzzed me into the next room, which had zebra print furniture and silver reflective walls. The owner came to retrieve me for the interview. He was that leathery, over-tanned type of muscular where the skin looks stretched across across the chest, which I could see because his shirt was half-unbuttoned.
A little googling led me to the only brothel in Melbourne that was owned and operated entirely by women. I screwed up my courage and called the club. It took me two weeks to sac up but, finally, I called back and made an appointment for an interview. I took public transportation to get there. I was living in the suburbs north of town at the time, and it took me nearly two hours.
