Tuesday 25 January 2011

in house out house - day one

in house out house day one

there's a lot to catch up on. fuck that. this is what's going on right now

Rules for whoring in Victoria have changed

no longer can you be free and advertise yourself and remain anonymous. the State of Victoria now requires you to register with the Business Licensing Authority and acquire a PCA/SWA number to be placed on all your advertisements. it's costs nothing. they do not supply information to the tax department or any legal authority. so why do it? who knows for sure, but it's not something i want tied to my name

since i am living in an awesome share house with the best mates a man could ask for i decide to try something different and work in a brothel. keep work separate from home. after some phone calls and some unfriendly receptionists, i settle for the best little whorehouse in melbourne

day shift. 10am - 7pm

the receptionist today is Victoria. Lady Vic looks like Judy Davis. pale while skin and gorgeous red lips. she has eyes that draw you in and a smile that commands you to listen to the dryest humour you'll ever hear. her most striking feature is her incredible beehive hair and a frangipanni placed in the side. before you know whether she could be a dragon or a kitten, you know this is one of those people whose character will entertain you for years

MIss Vic shows me to the hookers quarters. It has a kitchen, bathroom with lockers. toilet. laundry. outdoor smoking area. there are a few people here already. some making coffee. some washing their hair. some snoozing on the sofa and half watching Foxtel. people are friendly. it's pretty much like any backpackers hostel i've ever been to

like all workplaces, a brothel has the same kind of characters. the shy types. those who dominate every conversation. the best buddies. the loners. and dopey girl who isn't the sharpest peanut in the turd, she said to me "you've probably come to the nicest, but least busy brothel in melbourne"

i sit there all day. the only walk-in all day was a fat smelly cab driver who chose one of the twinks. after an 8 hours shift. i make no money