“I Made Four Figures In 30 Minutes”: 21 Shocking Stories Of Sex Workers’ First Client Encounters

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“I was 18, fresh out of high school, and wanted to make money for Christmas, but nowhere ‘normal’ was hiring. I got work at a brothel/parlor that I didn’t realize at the time had a horrible reputation. It had known gang-affiliated clients. The owner would collect her ‘room fees’ in the morning (of a $200 one-hour booking, we would get $125 for ourselves, and $75 would go to her for using the room) and have a general vacuum and tidy up before leaving for the day; whatever girls were working that day were also the ‘receptionists,’ answering the phone, doing all the laundry, collecting money from clients, cleaning rooms, and locking up at the end of the night. We had no security on site. It was run out of a residential house, and it was JUST us girls for the whole day: 10 a.m. to 11 p.m.”

“My first client was an absolutely lovely older fella whose client nickname/regular visitor codename was Hot Rod. He was a super gentle fella, took it really slow, and actually tried to get me off before anything else happened (I was too nervous to, bless him, but he tried his best). He really tried to put me at ease and enjoy myself, tipped well, and was just a really nice guy.

The next 10 clients (10 hours as a first shift) I had that day were back-to-back bookings who were mostly alright, but some of them were super rough and tried to push boundaries (it’s illegal to have sex for money without a condom or protective barrier between you and the client, but very legal/decriminalized to have sex for money with protection — including blowjobs with condoms on, which most guys absolutely hated and tried to get out of all the time). They tried to go over the booked time, and one sixties-ish man tipped me at least $500 to give him a blowjob with no condom and cum in my mouth because he knew I was ‘fresh’ and didn’t have the backbone to say no at that point.

I lasted about a week at that place before I quit. I burnt out so quickly, having 8-12 clients every day, because everyone wanted to test ride the barely legal new girl. Thankfully, during university the next year, I found a much nicer parlor with an actual receptionist, and the owner stayed on-site the whole shift. Clients were actually vetted before they could book, and all the money exchanges happened in an actual office with security cameras all over the place. I worked there for three more years before I ‘retired’ when the business sold and I got into a career with animals. I’m still friends with the old owner and most of the girls I worked with to this day.”

—u/FailAffectionate544