People often ask me why I decided to work in a parlour rather than working as an indie escort. People usually ask me this because they have a preconceived image of parlours and private flats which includes the following misconceptions:

1] All parlours are squalid slums that have no washing facilities.

2] All parlours are owned by nasty wicked exploiters of women who pressurise the staff into working in unsafe ways and take 50% or more of whatever the girl earns.

3] Women who work under these conditions have low self-esteem or no intelligence or they wouldn’t be exploited and abused in this way. 

Well yes it’s got to be said that there are some parlours that do fit into that criteria. I can’t deny it and I’m personally grateful that when I decided to become a prostitute I picked an ad in the paper for a parlour run by a very good business woman who had worked herself and who not only made a great deal of money for herself but helped her girls do the same without exploiting them. If anything it was the other way round. She actually helped many girls with problems at her own expense, and without expecting any repayment. But I digress……

 Back in 97 there was no big escorting community on line. I had no experience in the sex trade and wasn’t aware of any girls working independently. The only way I knew of working was either the streets [too dangerous and cold] or in a sauna/parlour.  So I called one of the ads in the local paper and set up an interview and the rest is history as they say.

I stayed with the same woman for 9 months. She had 4 different places to work and I rotated round all of them doing a day in each once a week.  I earned more money that I ever dreamt of. This was after I’d paid the house split of 50% plus a tip for the maid, and any essentials I needed such as condoms and clothes to work with.  And had no worries about paying the bills for a flat to work from, getting a maid, arranging bookings, getting closed down. What I did have was a very steady stream of punters who know where I was and when I would be there and how much they needed to bring for a good time.  I was a very happy bunny .

After a while my boss and me had a little disagreement and we parted company. I needed to continue working to support my family. So I worked round other places in the area. Most of which were in a disgusting state [dirty bedding, rotten bathroom etc etc] or the owners were into drugs [personal no go area for me] or they simply appeared to have no idea of how to run a place like a business. Which all effected how much I could earn. My attitude then is the same as it is today. If you’re going to make the sacrifices involved in doing this job then at least make sure it’s worthwhile. Make the most you can in a way that doesn’t mean you lose your self-respect.  So there’s no point in me spending 12 hours a day in a run down hovel where punters won’t want to lay on the bed.

I realised that my standards as to working premises might be a tad higher than the area was used to. So I ended up doing a couple weeks in a flat that belonged to woman who was at least clean. If not very business minded. But I solved that problem by placing my own ads and the work came in.  It didn’t last long. We had a row over the maid who was an evil cow and stirred up trouble whenever she could. So I left and took a couple of weeks out before finding somewhere else to work from.  Which was a good thing as the woman who owned the flat called me and offered me the tenancy for her flat, she was running at a loss and decided to get out of the biz.

At first I intended to work it myself with no other girls involved.  But after a while girls started to approach me asking for work. It was known to be a busy flat and I was known as a fair person in the biz so word got round and some girls took a chance and got in touch.  As I was working five or six days a week at the time to keep the hours regular [important for business] I decided that I could do with some time off to spend with my kids. Obviously while someone else was using the flat I couldn’t earn my money. So a split was taken to cover the expenses of running the place and to hopefully replace my lost earnings.  Which is how I started to run a parlour.

I made sure that I treated the girls as fairly as possible.  The house supplies everything they need to work. No unsafe or high-risk services are provided by any girls. An outreach team calls in regularly to give the girls the chance to speak with them about any worries.  And everyone is encouraged to offer services they feel happy to offer. No pressure is ever put on anyone to do more than they want to do.  And I make sure I never ask anyone to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. And there are regular bonuses for the girls so they benefit from working hard. Not me.  Most of the profits left over from our running expenses are put back into the house. New bedding, redecorating, uniforms, etc which all make it an attractive place to punters. Thereby increasing trade for the girls. I’m very proud that I still have one of the first girls to ever work with me as a member of staff.  She doesn’t work anywhere else. Most of the girls have been with me for over a year. The average stay for girls in parlours is a month or two. I must be doing something right I think J

Despite popular myth I’m not getting rich by running a parlour.  I don’t want if I’m honest. I do want to show the rest of the trade that you can run a successful place and keep busy when you don’t try to force the girls to do all services.  Which seems to have gotten across already as several places near by have also now stopped offering any without services.  And that you don’t need to be an ogre and scare the girls into respecting you, and that they actually work better if you don’t take the iron fist approach. I know I won’t change the world.  It would be madness to try to but I do think I might change one or two peoples perceptions of prostitution and how to treat the girls in the vice scene. Which will be good enough for me I think.