Early August 2013, the second semester had just started. I turned 20 something a few weeks before, still on holiday mode. I remember this day SO clearly…
I finished my last class for the day and headed to the computer lab to meet with one of my closest friends, Hue (he’ll be making many appearances in the future). We agreed to do some work before we went home, but I didn’t get a lot done that afternoon.
I walked into the lab and gave Hue a huge side hug, I hadn’t seen him for about 4 hours. Before I could even log in, I heard one of Hue’s friends calling my name from the other side of the room. Jamie, special guy. He’s rude, loud, rich, but surprisingly quite fun to be around. I hadn’t seen him since last semester, so we did the quick how are you, how was your mid semester break, what’d you get up to? You know the usual stuff. Then he just casually slips in “Did you bang anyone?”. I jokingly scrunched my face into a disappointed, revolted look. Then I told him quickly about a one night stand I had with some guy at The Star. He wasn’t my smartest conquest, a total tool but what else does one expect picking up a random?
But then all of a sudden Jamie’s expression just changed. “Okay you can’t tell anyone this. Like no one.” I nodded, quite confused.
“Seriously, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Okay! I get it Jamie!” I shouted. He leaned in and actually whispered conspiratorially “I know this guy who runs the main prostituting joint in Kings Cross.” then paused. I think he was waiting for some kind of response but I didn’t say anything, just stared at him. He continued,“If you want I can get you in.”.
I had no idea what else to say. What do you say to that? Yeah I slept around, but I wasn’t going to sell myself for money. I wouldn’t sink that low. “Um, What?”.
Jamie just kept going, “You can either work in the hotel he owns and clients will come to you, or you can be driven to client’s homes by a driver. It’s relatively safe. Someone will know your whereabouts the whole time.” And before I could think, I opened my mouth “How much would I get paid?” I do not know why but that had actually came out of my mouth.
“I think its $150 an hour. You’d get a few clients per night but wouldn’t have to work every night. You’ll be rotated every few weeks. Depends on how many girls there are.” I didn’t tell him to stop talking. It became more and more intriguing with every detail Jamie gave me. I grew more curious, and flashes from episodes of ‘Secret Diary of a Call Girl’ went through my head. I’d get to explore all my sexual desires, with hot men with money and great bodies, and get paid for it, paid very well.
I still hadn’t said too much back to Jamie. “Just think about it. Like don’t decide now. I’m going to have lunch with him today, so I’ll ask him about it for you.”
The only thing running through my mind at that point was: what if I’m not even that good at sex? Why would anyone want to pay for bad sex?’ Was it wrong that at the time, that it was my only real concern? I finally stopped daydreaming and spoke, “Yeah, I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know tomorrow?’
“Yeah sure. I’ll try and find out some more stuff today.” Jamie walked back to his computer and I just looked back at my computer screen, staring aimlessly at the desktop screen. What the fuck had just happened?