Your Man and Me
By G M Starcevich
Copyright 2011 G M Starcevich
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 3 – Learning the Ropes
Chapter 4 – Memorable Customers
Chapter 5 – How to, the Right Way
Chapter 9 – Mistress, the Other Woman
ACT III – Sex and what it means to you
Chapter 11 – Crossing the line
ACT IV – When does your Man moan for me?
Chapter 13 – Is this your Man?
Chapter 15 – More of your husbands
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to thank the following people for their help with the compiling of this book.
To my friend of many years Snez who was always there for me, through good times and bad. Whose idea it was that I put pen to paper and write this book.
To my friend Johan (Iwan) Wahyudi, without Johan I would not have the awesome cover and other photos that were taken to complete the book etc...
Johan Wahyudi, Balipixelart.com, Bali, Indonesia
To my girls whom I love dearly; you are my life and you always make mother proud.
Much thanks to Graham Hall, from SmartVisuals.com.au – who made this into an EBook and available to you all
And finally to all the people in my book, you know who you are. I thank you, without you there would be no content.
ACT I
My Life, My Story
Chapter 1
WORKING GIRL
Prostitute, working girl, street walker, hooker; call it what you will but it’s the oldest profession in history and still going strong. It’s not as simple or easy as you think it may be. You would think that sex is just sex, how hard can having sex really be?
Massage is a community service; it provides a service for a lot of males and females, married or not, who wouldn't have an outlet or a way to release their fantasies or fetishes otherwise. Most prostitutes refer to themselves as "working girls" or “sensual Masseuses”. Regardless of what you may think about the profession these girls work hard for their money. These girls use their body to earn a living. They speak of physical and mental exhaustion and pain. Whatever amount they make I feel is not enough for the type of work they do. What’s the difference between working with ones hands and working with ones vagina? You're still working with a part of your body, which is no different to working with your brains and your fingers. The girls that do sensual massage with relief at the end work with their hands.
There are different ways and places of being a working girl. You can either provide the full service sex, fetishes, oral, anal, sensual massaging, or you can just provide part of that, on the street, in a brothel or privately. The choice is the working girls and what she can deal/ cope with mentally, financially and physically. Contrary to popular belief, these women do not decide on this type of employment while still in school. We all know that this profession is not part of any school curriculum.
Street prostitution depends on how the person will adapt with the surroundings and situations on the street. There are women, children (female and male) who seem to be victims, who are being constantly robbed, not paid, beaten, murdered abused or raped. The streets are a dangerous place for some. If not for some having heavy drug addictions, (street soliciting provides a high income) maybe they wouldn’t need to be there. To the working girl, every client/ customer on the street is a threat (this is the case privately as well). On the other hand, there are women who are stimulated by street work, by this type of work in general.
They have fun interacting with the men and have the ability to sell themselves which brings them a greater amount of work, customers and money. These women are professionals, but more than that, they are comfortable with what they do and with street life. They have confidence and are street-smart. While some of them are also drug addicts and do this line of work to support this addiction, a lot of them are not. It takes a lot of mental strength to decide on and to do this kind of work. For some of the girls the way they cope is to class it as nothing more than a job. By this I mean that when she walks into the room with her first client for the day, she mentally switches off. She pretends that it’s no different to any other 9 to 5 job. Yet, at the same time she can make the client feel like he is special, the best, and give him her all.
Then you have the girls who choose to work privately. They have the freedom to pick and choose who they will see and when and what service they will provide. They can take off as many days as they want or work as many as they want. The choice is theirs. This, even though private, is still a dangerous line of work. They never know who they are letting in through their door or whose door they are going through (if they do home visits). They can never be sure what will trigger anyone off. Clients may want the girl to do something she is not comfortable with and that’s enough to get them riled up. What some men don’t realise is that not all girls will provide the same service for the same price. That’s why most girls make sure that on the phone they state exactly what they are prepared to do and how much for. If the client wants something that she doesn’t provide then they emphasise the fact that it’s not on the program.
The private girl sets the prices she wants for the services she is prepared to provide. Most, if not all private girls get paid up front. This stops some clients from walking out without paying. If this does happen there is really nothing the girl can do except as I said ask for the money upfront. Even then some clients/ customers will attempt to say that they don’t have the correct amount, not enough money. Hoping that the working girl will say “OK” to whatever amount he’s giving. The down side of working privately is that she needs to pay for her advertising, condoms or any other products she uses. Not only that, she also needs to be selective as to where she lives. Not all neighbours like having this go on next door. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t. It’s only sex or massage and that happens in their home or maybe it doesn’t? And that’s the reason behind the fear - the fear that maybe their man will jump the fence if he’s not getting satisfied at home. Then again, if the girl is a big drug user, she will generally turn tricks very cheaply, therefore, attracting a lot of idle traffic. The men that frequent this type of working girl generally are under the assumption that all girls offer the same service. That’s not true, it comes back to choice.
In the brothels work may not be that nice either; a boss may show more concern for the clients than his workers, or refuses to supply condoms or the use of condoms, underpaying the staff, or in the case of a male boss wanting sex from his workers. In situations like these the women have little control over the working conditions, apart from the fact that they either stay or go. Yes, they could leave but depending on the reason they are there to begin with, that may not be a viable option. The worst example is when workers, dependant on this kind of income, are threatened with dismissal if they refuse to see a client with a sexually transmitted disease.
Then there are pleasant work places, where management makes condoms mandatory, doctor’s visits are paid for, the boss has a good personal relationship with all staff, and friendships exist among the workers. The boss obviously sets the prices and can employ as many workers for a shift as he/ she wants. In the majority of cases the girls do not get paid sick leave, holiday pay or superannuation. There is an obvious lack of power for prostitutes within this kind of work place, which is why some women choose to become private call-girls, or work the streets. It’s not like they can go join a union! Maybe one should be started if it hasn’t been already. Lord knows all other professions have a union that protects its member’s rights. This one should too and if it does, then great.
Like any tradesman or doctor, the working girl depends on her skills and expertise to provide a service. Apart from the nature of the work, it’s no different to other forms of employment. The men who visit them are called clients. Time spent with a client is known as a job or a session. The brothel is called the workplace (in most cases), and the time spent there is referred to as a shift. Depending where she works and who she works for, a prostitute takes time-off when she needs to e.g. having a coffee/ lunch break, shopping, seeing a doctor, and when she is not working on a shift then these are her days off. At the other end of the scale some get no breaks of any sort. For the lucky ones this work can be reasonably pleasant, clients show respect and it’s stimulating and the income is great. For the less fortunate, it is boring, traumatic, dirty, tiresome, underpaid and dangerous.
There are those who are traumatised and do not last long in this kind of work. It’s not an easy job to get use to. It may be a good idea at first but once they start, they realise that what all adult females do on a regular basis is hard when it comes to doing it with people who you have not chosen, AND to make out like you are having a great time. Then there are those who gain enormous satisfaction from it and make a career of it. Some make a large amount of money. If they find the right customer’s they can end up with gifts ranging from large tips, bonuses, holidays or property. Like all human experiences, prostitution is not the same for all people.
Many people in the work force attempt to make their work environment more pleasing so it isn’t like any other job? There are those fortunate highly paid actors, artists, politicians, writers, surgeons, to name a few, who are stimulated by their work, but who might, like prostitutes, justify the pleasure they get from their job by saying: " I worked long and hard for my money!" Should they be criticised, shunned, looked down on like the working girl because their work is also enjoyable? Working girls provide a service to the community that is not only wanted but needed. They are not there to take away your man. Remember, if your man loved you and was happy with you, he wouldn’t go elsewhere.
The next time you hear of or see working girls, don’t look down on them or belittle them. It takes a lot of courage to do what they do. They are not there to judge your likes or dislikes in the bedroom. They are not there to steal what you think is the love of your life. You need to remember that it’s the men who seek this kind of service, not the workers themselves. You might also say that if these women were not there, the men would not have a place to go. Wrong. How many times has a married man had sex with a single female or a married woman and vice versa? If they (meaning both sexes) are going to cheat, they will do it. And they do it because they are not happy at home or they simply don’t love and respect you, and not because there are working girls they can go to.
The girls are merely providing a service like everyone else in the community. If it’s what you’re looking for then fine, if not then don’t use the service. It’s no different to wanting a plumber or electrician. There is always a choice.
These girls deserve credit for being able to do what you don’t have the courage to do and you need to remember; you don’t know what bought her to that point in her life. Again, a reminder; she is not there to steal your man, husband, boyfriend or what you think is the love of your life. He is there by choice.
Chapter 2
STARTING OUT
You might ask the question; Why? Why do some females choose to put themselves into this line of work, especially, given the fact of the dangers? What makes one choose to put oneself in such a vulnerable position? Well, you obviously know that there are those girls that have become so addicted to drugs that a “normal” job wouldn’t bring in the amount that she needs to support her habit. Plus, if they are that addicted they can’t hold down a normal nine to five job. Doing this kind of work enables them to make the money they need and then if they choose not to work for the next few days they don’t have to. These females are usually (not in all cases) street girls.
Then you have the runaways (mostly young teen girls or boys) who won’t get normal jobs because of forms they need to fill out. If they’ve run away from home it usually means they do not want to be found. They can work the streets and never have to leave a name anywhere. Some of these girls are also forced to work the streets by their boyfriends, partners, and fathers (depending on which country they are from) Many of these girls are not even teens yet. The money they make is usually to help feed their families or to support the other parties habits.
We then come to the other category. Women who are married will do part time or full time hours. The partners of these women know what they do and in some cases drive them from job to job. Their reasons range anywhere from – better pay – the perks – the flexibility of time. The need for a lot of money fast – be it for purchasing property etc... In some situations it is a forced thing, again it could be for their addictions or their partners addictions or simply just to have a better life style and not to have to struggle financially.
Again you may ask why not get a normal job? In lots of cases it comes down to the time factor e.g. many young women (single mums) have children and can’t afford to leave them in day-care centres. By the time she has bought food, paid bills plus rent, with maybe more than one child, she’s back to square one – NO MONEY. By working as a working girl, she makes sufficient money to more than cover her and her children’s needs, without having to leave the home, and if she does, the times of work are chosen by her.
You also have the older woman who has gone through divorce or is a widow, or for whatever reason, has been left to fend for herself. Some of these women are left with a lot of financial burden plus debt. Once again why not a normal job?
At this point I’m asking; what is normal and what is not? And according to whom? There are times where mortgages need to be paid and the woman doesn’t want to sell what she has and she shouldn’t have to. We all know in this day and age, realistically, if you’re middle aged and up, female, no trade or career, you can’t find employment that will pay you enough to cover expenses such as mortgage payments – plus all other costs of living.
Then we get to me; A little about me before we get into the why’s and how’s? I’m of European background with parents that worked very hard all their lives. Brother and sisters, nieces and nephews, and children of my own. We were taught to work hard, don’t steal, re-pay your debts have morals and ethics. Most parents try and teach their children the right way to live. We were not a rich family but not at the poor end of the scale either. Life takes you, as it does most, through good times and bad and we deal with them the best way we know how at the time. After a second marriage breakdown I lost what I had worked hard for – a home for my children and myself. Men are not the only ones that lose out when it comes to divorce; some women do to, me being one of those.
I was given an ultimatum via legal documents by my husband, the house or my youngest child. I wasn’t going to let go of my child so I handed over my share of the property. All this could not have come at a worse time in my life. This ultimatum was given when I was very ill and unemployed, which meant no income. No funds to fight back with, no funds to fight for what at least should have been half mine - considering I had worked my butt off for it. Both the children and I went without so we could have money to do things to the house and have the comforts of home and in a matter of weeks it was all gone.
Prior to the divorce we had borrowed from the bank, as most couples do. To get these bank loans we needed a guarantor. We approached my parents and asked for their help (as most parents do) they signed. Unbeknown to them and me that further down the track, they almost had to repay the debts. After a lot of stress and a court case that went bad, I opted to leave the country. I knew that with the funds I had I would not be able to survive for more than a year in Australia. Sending one child to school, running a vehicle, medical bills, rent etc... I was not eligible to receive any assistance from anywhere (government departments) for a preclusion period of 2 years. They assumed I had received a substantial amount of money from the court case. I had not. With no funds to fight this, not to mention the stress, my choice to leave the country was definite.
I gave my youngest child the choice of either staying with her father or coming with me to a foreign country. She really didn’t have much choice. Her father did not want to have her – as he put it – ‘he would be tied down’. My older child was living out of home. I had to leave not just because of my financial situation but for my sanity as well. Living abroad bought about a whole range of other problems (Which is a whole other book). What – if any good it did me – was that I needed to slow down my way of thinking e.g. less stress? I learned to laugh all over again, something that I hadn’t done for a while. I learned to appreciate the birds singing, the sun rising and to live for the moment. One day at a time.
After 2 years of being away – and as I said, lots of new problems, we came back home. Where that was we weren’t sure because the home was no longer ours. So for a short period of time we stayed with my parents until I was able to sort out some housing. In the mean time I discovered that loans and credit cards that should have been paid for (after my divorce) were not. When I confronted the ex he said that he was not going to pay for them because they were all mine. He obviously forgot that he went on those same holidays and used those same credit cards. Yet now, they apparently weren’t his responsibility. He, if memory served me right, ended up with the house. I didn’t know what to do. I tried looking for work. That didn’t pan out. Where-ever I found work it was too far to get to and I had no transport to get there. For each day that went by I got deeper and deeper into debt.
Problems that had been following me for a while had resurfaced and I pretty much lost most of the people I knew. By “lost”, I mean they stopped visiting, I think they must have been scared that I may ask for their help. My children pretty much disowned me (because of personal family dramas). I was getting beaten, physically, mentally and sexually abused and that period right there was the lowest point in my life. Yes me! The most Head Strong, Independent, Confident person I knew. If someone had said to me, years ago, that this could happen to me, I would have laughed in their face. I’m not a gambling person but I would have even bet on it. Boy was I wrong! Which goes to show; we never know what can happen and where we will end up in life. When you think your life can not go any lower, trust me when I say it can. I eliminated the abuser (no, I didn’t kill him although the thought did cross my mind), moved house and tried to start all over.
Six months I spent sitting in this empty house with very little furniture, crying, wondering where and at what point in my life I made the wrong choices. Why me?? How did I manage to go from having a house and a family to nothing, plus debt I couldn’t pay for? Six months of tears, stress, struggling to survive and loneliness. It was an effort to stay alive. If it hadn’t been for a friend (who later taught me meditation), keeping an ear (yes, ear) on me, I would not be here writing this. Every day he would ring me and spend hours talking to me. If he didn’t hear from me first then he would ring. I think he knew just how low I felt.
The debts got worse – still no avenues for help, not even temporary help. I couldn’t defer payments any longer; I was spending the little income I had trying to pay everyone just to keep them quiet, but it wasn’t working. There was way more debt than income, leaving me with nothing for food. I knew if I didn’t do something soon, something that bought in a lot of money quick, my parents would be stuck making payments on loans that were not theirs. This, I was not going to let happen. I had the offer of selling drugs which would have made me a lot of money but I refused. I’m anti-drugs, always have been. I have seen what they can do and I wasn’t going to be a part of hurting anyone that much.
After a lot of thought, lord knows I had a lot of time for that. I decided I might try doing massage. It seemed like it payed good money. It just so happened that a friend had just finished a course in therapeutic massage. So I grabbed her and said “teach me”. Within the hour we had her boyfriend on her massage table, her on one side and me on the other. At this point it was “monkey see, monkey do” with her boyfriend giving me feedback. I took some notes to remind me of the main points. If I was going to do this then I needed to do it right or at least make it look like I knew what I was doing.
I borrowed money, borrowed a table, brought oil and placed an ad in the local newspaper – then waited. Now the problem here is that the paper only comes out once a week, well, this paper anyway. In the first week I made a lousy forty dollars which was for an hour massage. You may be asking “how come?” Well, I’m about to tell you how come. It wasn’t because “I wasn’t doing it right”. The whole week I was getting an enormous amount of calls from men but none seemed to want a straight therapeutic massage. You might be asking “what does she mean by straight”.