Mission: Exit Sahara

I have found that the girls all require different levels of  anonymity, some aren’t too fazed about their description being given out over the phone, others don’t even want their FAKE name to be mentioned never mind their description.  I have met girls who wear their profession loud a proud, with family and friends all knowing what she does, others, which is a little more common, make every effort to hide it. The say they work as property maintenance managers, night hotel managers, work at the casino or as a brothel receptionist.   I have found that they have at least one person in their life that they tell, but they all need someone to confide in.
Sahara is a cute little Sri Lanken girl, quite young and her confidant of choice – Her house mate/Lover. It was a very bitter-sweet relationship they had, when ever he wasn’t getting what he wanted, he told people her secret.  One shift Sahara came bursting in to my office and hit the ground and pulled across a curtain we had specifically for girls to hide behind but where I could still see out the office window into the lounge. “What the hell Sahara?? You ok?” I asked, “I know that guy….He is my housemates best friend! And I think he saw me!?!?!” she whispered, gripping her phone tightly.  Katerina, another girl, came in the office, “Where is Sahara? That client that just came in wants to stay with her.” Sahara began to sob, “Oh no, oh no, oh no….what am I going to do??” “Sahara, calm down. Katerina, just tell him that she isn’t available and pick someone else” I began, “we will just get him in a room with a girl, and get you out of here.”

Before Katerina had a chance, the client was at the front desk, “Hey, I saw a dark girl here before, I don’t want to stay with anyone but here.  Where has she gone?” SHIT! “I’m sorry Sir, dark girl? We don’t have a dark girl on tonight…” I was grasping at straws. “I saw her, I’ll wait if she is busy” he insisted.  “Um…” I pretended to think…”Oh, wait maybe you saw Melissa? But she isn’t dark, she is South American.  She just went into a two-hour booking though.” FYI – I just pulled Melissa out of thin air, I hoped that I could perhaps confuse him.  “Yeah that’s her! I’ll wait, its fine.” he said “Really? two hours? Maybe just come back later.” I hustled, I needed to get him out of here so  we could get Sahara home,  “I’m fine, I’ll wait”.  SHIT.

I let him back in the lounge, and he set up camp on a seat right near the office door, he was certain that Sahara in there and was hoping to catch her.  I was at a loss, I didn’t know what to do, so I had to get the owner of the establishment in. Ben has been working in the industry for 10 years, as an escort and manager, and knew every trick in the book.  Ben sat down on the floor next to Sahara who was shaking, tears running down her face, “Ok….heres the deal, He has seen you, is it really that bad? I mean, what possibly can happen?” Ben laid it out for her. Sahara looked terrified “No…no, no! I can’t! He knows my family, it will ruin me!”, “Ok, alright” Ben assured her as he sat there  thinking. “Right this is what we are going to do, Katerina will go and distract him and you will crawl through the reception area and climb on the reception desk, I’ll grab you from the other side and then take you through the back.” Ben instructed. “Call a taxi now so its ready to go” he said pointing at me.

Mission Exit Sahara went as planned, she was in a taxi within 10 minutes and on her way, the client sat in the lounge sprouting stories of saving Sahara from this world to other girls until he got impatient and left.  We didn’t see Sahara for a while after that, in fact I didn’t think we would actually see her again.  She popped up  a few weeks later with a different name and took her description off the website, but strangely wouldn’t talk about what happened after that night.

Protecting the girls anonymity is a large part of the job, it keeps our business running but most importantly protects the girls from potential harm.