Nearing a thousand probably, I spent a few years as a sex worker at a busy brothel.
Disregarding sex work, idk like 60 or so, maybe more. Casual sex with friends was pretty normal with the various groups of people I used to hangout with.
I did phone booth cards (yes, I’m old), personals, and parties at various points but most was repeat customers … I had friends who worked at a massage parlour, and it sounded like a completely different world
I did some sugar baby-ing and fetish work at private events before I found the brothel and that involved a bunch of regulars and parties, but honestly the social aspect and having to maintain character for so long was just exhausting.
And negotiating payment and staying safe was also a constant battle as far too many guys would be like “but we’re friends now” and get upset when I’d say otherwise.
I would have quit sex work or probably gotten murdered tbh had I not found the brothel.
Despite the brothel taking half of each booking as payment the security there was great and the rooms were really practically designed, plus the place was heaving most of nights I worked too.
I had a few local guys there who’d see me weekly, mainly I think though as we shared an ethnicity/language which is really rare in that part of the world. I think they were just lonely more than anything else tbh, I’d say about half my bookings with them were usually just getting high, cuddling and talking.
Most of the clientel otherwise were parties of guys celebrating stuff and tourists, which with the prebooked 1 hour time slots, was pretty easy to deal with.
lol, I’m in Asia at the moment doing contract work, and was chatting with a young coworker this morning … he was genuinely put out by the way the local girls did fishing in the clubs (they’re subtle as a brick), and the way they stuck rigidly to time limits. Bless his heart. I have no fucking idea why he thought that was a suitable conversation to have with me, but he’s needed some head pats and encouragement, so maybe it was just pressure release.
Back in the day I happily handed over all the negotiations to my then-girlfriend for most of the time I was doing that work, because I was always shit at that too. She was a nasty piece of work, but a total rottweiler with the men.
Sounds like your brothel and my friends’ massage parlour were pretty different, but then it was in an area with itinerant workers and no tourists - it seemed like every week one of the girls got knocked around or had to leave the room. I never had problems, but did lose a couple of friends.
Glad to say my regulars were almost all older guys who wanted a bit of mothering, as much as to get off. After I retired I kept my favourite one on for a couple more years. I think I needed him, it was comfortable.
What was the fetish stuff you did? Was it any fun?
We had a few slightly older Thai and Korean girls at our shop for a bit, who were like that when it came to subtlety. They were fantastic negotiators though and regularly seemed to make bank upselling random bullshit to guys.
I had a double booking with one of them once and spent much of it trying to keep my mouth busy so I wouldn’t be keeled over laughing while she was basically rincing this guys wallet of cash selling him her kegal exercises (and he fucking paid her too. The massive Samoan guy standing outside the door was probably good insentive tho).
Some of the fetish jobs were a lot of fun, one lovely older dude I saw a few times had a whole bunch of very expensive sex toys and ‘apparatus’ and was super into using them on others. Always a fun night.
I also really enjoyed the handful of nights I did at this club that involved basically just edging tied up guys in front of people. The guy running that event was super creepy towards me though, like I’d start feeling unsafe the moment he even entered the room type of creepy. I blocked the club from messaging me again after he escalated things.
The rest of the fet stuff I did wasn’t anywhere near as fun tbh. I stopped avertising for it on my profiles after one guy got violent, luckily he still paid me but the bruising it left me with was bad.
The only time I ever used the services of a sex worker was after my wife passed away. We didn’t have sex, we just cuddled naked for an hour and I cried all over her. It was quite healing for me, as she had really huge boobs, like my wife did.
Nearing a thousand probably, I spent a few years as a sex worker at a busy brothel.
Disregarding sex work, idk like 60 or so, maybe more. Casual sex with friends was pretty normal with the various groups of people I used to hangout with.
Did you get a lot of regulars?
I did phone booth cards (yes, I’m old), personals, and parties at various points but most was repeat customers … I had friends who worked at a massage parlour, and it sounded like a completely different world
I did some sugar baby-ing and fetish work at private events before I found the brothel and that involved a bunch of regulars and parties, but honestly the social aspect and having to maintain character for so long was just exhausting.
And negotiating payment and staying safe was also a constant battle as far too many guys would be like “but we’re friends now” and get upset when I’d say otherwise.
I would have quit sex work or probably gotten murdered tbh had I not found the brothel.
Despite the brothel taking half of each booking as payment the security there was great and the rooms were really practically designed, plus the place was heaving most of nights I worked too.
I had a few local guys there who’d see me weekly, mainly I think though as we shared an ethnicity/language which is really rare in that part of the world. I think they were just lonely more than anything else tbh, I’d say about half my bookings with them were usually just getting high, cuddling and talking.
Most of the clientel otherwise were parties of guys celebrating stuff and tourists, which with the prebooked 1 hour time slots, was pretty easy to deal with.
lol, I’m in Asia at the moment doing contract work, and was chatting with a young coworker this morning … he was genuinely put out by the way the local girls did fishing in the clubs (they’re subtle as a brick), and the way they stuck rigidly to time limits. Bless his heart. I have no fucking idea why he thought that was a suitable conversation to have with me, but he’s needed some head pats and encouragement, so maybe it was just pressure release.
Back in the day I happily handed over all the negotiations to my then-girlfriend for most of the time I was doing that work, because I was always shit at that too. She was a nasty piece of work, but a total rottweiler with the men.
Sounds like your brothel and my friends’ massage parlour were pretty different, but then it was in an area with itinerant workers and no tourists - it seemed like every week one of the girls got knocked around or had to leave the room. I never had problems, but did lose a couple of friends.
Glad to say my regulars were almost all older guys who wanted a bit of mothering, as much as to get off. After I retired I kept my favourite one on for a couple more years. I think I needed him, it was comfortable.
What was the fetish stuff you did? Was it any fun?
We had a few slightly older Thai and Korean girls at our shop for a bit, who were like that when it came to subtlety. They were fantastic negotiators though and regularly seemed to make bank upselling random bullshit to guys.
I had a double booking with one of them once and spent much of it trying to keep my mouth busy so I wouldn’t be keeled over laughing while she was basically rincing this guys wallet of cash selling him her kegal exercises (and he fucking paid her too. The massive Samoan guy standing outside the door was probably good insentive tho).
Some of the fetish jobs were a lot of fun, one lovely older dude I saw a few times had a whole bunch of very expensive sex toys and ‘apparatus’ and was super into using them on others. Always a fun night.
I also really enjoyed the handful of nights I did at this club that involved basically just edging tied up guys in front of people. The guy running that event was super creepy towards me though, like I’d start feeling unsafe the moment he even entered the room type of creepy. I blocked the club from messaging me again after he escalated things.
The rest of the fet stuff I did wasn’t anywhere near as fun tbh. I stopped avertising for it on my profiles after one guy got violent, luckily he still paid me but the bruising it left me with was bad.
Also waaay too many guys want to be pissed on.
The only time I ever used the services of a sex worker was after my wife passed away. We didn’t have sex, we just cuddled naked for an hour and I cried all over her. It was quite healing for me, as she had really huge boobs, like my wife did.