Large city brothels are run differently, they don’t do private introductions like suburban brothels, they function as lounge brothels. Lounge brothels are when the clients pay for their room up front or at least an entry fee of about $20, which generally covers drinks, pool tables and other facilities. The girls mingle with the clients walking around introducing themselves. This tends to be a lot more difficult for the girls as it involves a lot more hustle. Managing at one of these brothels on a Friday and Saturday night requires you to be a lot more brazen and strong, you are pretty much a door bitch, handling the men with confidence, not giving them an inch.
I have found myself in some very hostile situations, escorting men myself from premises after they have pushed the boundaries with a girl in the room, or they are so coked out of their heads or drunk they just start acting like jerks. I have had girls screaming their heads off at me telling me to “go f#@% yourself” and 6’5″ drunk biker man-handling me, offering me $1000 to stay with him and not taking no for an answer. All of these situations I ran on adrenaline and held myself together, however, I didn’t exactly feel fear. I knew I could control the situation with a bit of gusto and a bit of manipulation, but didn’t really feel scared or anxious.
None of those situations compared to the fear and anxiety I had today. I was asked by my partner to attend and video an award ceremony for his son that he couldn’t make it to, an award ceremony that his ex and mother of his children was quite possibly going to be at. Now understand this woman is a special kind of bitch, vindictive and manipulative, using the children as pawns to make my partner miserable. I desperately wanted to make my partner happy and am very supportive of any involvement with the children, however I sat there shaking, terrified of the possible confrontation with this unreasonable, irrational woman.
I sat staring forward, for fear of accidentally making eye contact with her until the ceremony was barely over, when I jumped up and practically ran from the school. I made it through unscathed, well I thought I did, until the inevitable hostile email came through to my partner………I guess I feel sorry for her, carrying around that toxic poison in her heart, life for her must be hard.
The Red Martini 