Inside a Northern
I did it again. Lost another fucking customer.
Two days ago I flew into Reno to work in a legal brothel.
My friend came out earlier this year and she broke it down
for me: You fly in, get picked up, go straight to the doctor,
give 'em $85, spread your legs, get swiped and blood drawn.
Then you go to the House and kick it 'till 10 am the next
day. Doctor faxes your STD/HIV results to the House; this
could be the beginning of the end because in order to work,
nothing positive can come up. Thats a Nevada State
Health Department requirement. If it's an STD you can remedy
(like chlamydia or gonorrhea) you can try again later, but
HIV+ results will prevent you working legally forever.
Okay, so I'm clean, which means, now I go to the sheriff's
office and get my background checked, finger printed, and
photo taken. Its pretty damn ironic, but, in this
County, any prostitution on your record may prevent you
from working as a prostitute....Any-hoo, I'm
Snow White again, so, it's back to the House to work.
could not land a deal with the first fucking four guys I
Line-up. This can brutal. Imagine a Jr. High dance only
ten times more pressure. Line-up is when a customer comes
in and the ladies stand up 'n pose while the House Mom introduces
us by name. I'd say half the guys pick a lady from the get-go,
and the other half go to the bar for a drink. If a guy goes
to the bar, it's fair game to hustle a "tour"
out of him. A tour is just another word for "let's
go to my room and talk shop. We're independent contractors
and every lady has her own menu and pricing system, so,
feasibly a guy could have 15 tours 'cause 15 women have
a different rap. And this is where my troubles began.
I could not land a deal with the first fucking four
guys I toured. Imagine taking money out of your wallet,
flicking a Bic lighter and burning up your cash before your
very eyes. So what's the problem? Because the House gets
half of each job, I couldnt help but divide the cost
in two, computing what I was willing to do for half the
customers total price. Anyhow, when a string of guys
walk out without doing a twirl, the House Mom may raise
an eyebrow? And she did. New girl blues. All in all, she
was cool in the way she reassured me that it's my body and
I should only do what I want to do for the price discussed.
She also explained that the smaller jobs can be done in
10 minutes and that they do add up. Then it's a matter of
time to hit it big with one guy.
I've fucked for less: Ego, Boredom, Mercy. So why not slide
down here with my rate? I guess I'm blown away that guys
would come to a brothel with only 100 bucks. (And no, I
still wouldn't give it up for that puny number, but I will
give him a table dance and he can jack himself off.) But
what's up with that? If I was gonna make the drive and see
a lady, I'd do it
up. More money = getting laid good and proper. I have four
days left, so Ive told myselfafter dropping
about $300 to get here (plane tix, doctor, sheriff's card,
driver, extra stuff)I'm gonna leave Nevada with a
bankroll. So whats it gonna be: quantity or quality?
Shit. I gotta go. Time for another line-up. I feel like
screaming: Im here to fuck for real cash!
Whats the new working girl in town to do?