WORKING THE STREETS, FROM PROSTITUTION TO PREACHING.worki

I felt really scared as I waited for the man to pick me up.   I was scheduled to do an interview for a job that I didn’t fully understand. Nervously I watched as the car pulled up to the restaurant. He spoke clearly and fluently, I had already described what I would be wearing in detail to him so he knew who i was. He beckoned me into the car and drove off, no words were spoken on the twenty minutes’ drive and when he finally pulled into the driveway I had to remind myself to breathe.

I was not alone on the bench in what was called the “waiting area”, there were several females who were all dressed up in the latest fashion. Their hairs were neatly combed and they had jewelry on fingers, wrist, nose and ears. There were no smiling faces everyone was minding their own business.it was quit and that  is when I realise how loudly my heart was beating ,I swear the girl next to me could hear it or maybe she was too busy chewing on the gum which I sure had lost all its flavor. The other thing I noticed was the smell of the entire place; it was a mixture of sweat, lavender air freshener and sex. I looked down at my clothes and at my slippers that was held in place by  glue, it was then i understood that compared to all these other ladies I was a county girl with no clue about fashion and my dry brittle natural hair needed  to be combed.

I was now naked and standing before a complete stranger.  He looked at me from head to toe and smiled “where are you from”? He asked, “ST Mary” I mumbled I must have sounded like a total idiot as he had to ask me again. There was a line of questions that came after, he asked how many kids I had, who I lived with, and things like those all the time in my head I was thinking why did I have to take off my clothes for these questions?  He explained to me what the job was and how to do it. I would be rubbing my hands on men who would come at this place in the nights. They were not allowed to touch me and depending on what they paid for I was to ensure that they got value for their money. He showed me how to massage these people, all the time he was touching the private parts of my body. I would be selected from all the “available” girls. According to him, it was not a sex shop and none of his girls were to have sex with his clients. I was hired because I had a "natural look and most men liked that" he spoke those words with a crooked grin on his face.