Chapter 8
It was Friday, late evening; Katie usually started work in the brothel around 8 or 9 p.m. She had agreed to be let away at 11:30 p.m. that night so she could attend the stripper-gram at the pub in Essex. The pimp who ran the brothel offered to give her a lift there and back if she was willing to give him a small cut of her earnings from the stag party to cover his fuel and time, he only done this because he fancied Katie and loved her Scottish accent. She agreed as it would be much cheaper and easier than getting a black cab or private hire taxi. The Stag party was at a pub named ‘The Cross Keys’. The lads involved in the party had a private function room in the back of the pub, setup for the stripper to do the strip-a-gram show for the stag. The lads were tanked up on booze and had been on the lash the whole night, so they were getting quite rowdy and the poor stag had been abused in all sorts of humiliating ways – this is a British tradition at stag parties to abuse the man, who is getting married while drinking to excess and doing a pub crawl around the city. It’s very common in the UK.
The pimp dropped Katie off outside the pub and she said, “Thanks, if you can come back around 1:30 a.m., I should be done and dusted and will give you £200 for your troubles.”
“Cheers, darling, have a good night, love,” said the pimp.
He drove off and Katie entered the pub wearing a long trench coat, which was to hide her very revealing outfit underneath. She went over to the busy bar and the barman came across towards Katie and directed her to the function room where the lads were waiting for her. This was routine for Katie, she had done this type of work regularly and could handle herself in front of a large crowd of drunk and horny men but tonight was a very big crowd and a lot of the lads in the party looked pretty big and well built. They may well have been in some kind of sports team, maybe rugby as some of the lads were very muscular and in very good shape.
The stag of the party (man who is getting married) was not however, he was slightly chubby and short and was absolutely blinded drunk. The poor guy could not bite his fingernails if he tried, and he had a mixture of stale booze and what appeared to be some spilled liquid on his white shirt. He was sat down tied to a chair in the middle of the function room with a black blindfold on. Katie used a fake name for these events, she used the alias ‘Ciara’ (she liked to create a degree of separation between her real name and her stripper name). She struts in, whips off her trench coat to a loud roar from the men and the strip club type party music starts.
Ciara entered into her stripper trance mode and started dancing sexually and walking round the room gyrating in front of the men in the group was were sat in a circle around the stag. One dude, who was heavily tattooed and built like a tank, tried to grab her bum as she squatted in front of him – she quickly turned around and gave him a very sneaky and sly kick to the shin and informed the guy, “Hands off, pal.” Ciara was great at crowd control, she learned that men are always going to chance their luck, so she knew if any of them attempted to touch her, she had to quickly remind them that it was against the rules of engagement. She handled herself very well.
She made her way over to the stag and took his blindfold off and gave him a very seductive dance – not that he was really aware of what was going on, the guy was most likely seeing double vision at this point but he appeared to be enjoying himself nonetheless. She gave him a good show and just at the end as she was about to finish up, his eyes opened very wide and he braced up and puked all over himself to a massive roar of laughter from his mates in the party – Katie narrowly avoided any vomit on her but the smell was really disgusting. This was two days in a row now, she had witnessed men spewing their guts up under the influence of alcohol.
The stag got carted into the toilet by his now highly amused chums to get cleaned up. Katie got her money from his best man who was organising the event and she had been passed money by most of the lads in the party as she was making her way around the group. She was only there about an hour or two but now had £1000 in her pocket, take away £200 for the transport and she was £800 in profit. Not too bad for a few hours’ work.
It was quick money but it was not easy money, these situations took their toll on Katie. She contacted the pimp who said he was on his way back and would be there in thirty minutes, so Katie decided to get a drink while she waited. One of the lads from the party was all over her in the bar, he was quite drunk but kept putting his arm around her and asking her why she does this for money and she could do better with her life.
These types of men were very common to Katie, she came across them all the time; these guys were the men who really never understood female nature very well and wanted to save this woman from a life of stripping and whoring herself for a living. Katie found it extremely patronising and kept trying to push the delusional and desperate idiot away from her. She ended up running out of the pub when the pimp turned up with this clown chasing her outside while shouting, “Ciara, come back, babe; you’re beautiful, I will take you to my hotel and look after you, honey!”
She quickly got in the passenger side of the car and said to the pimp, “Drive, drive, drive!”
He drove away very quickly then after a few moments, Katie composed herself briefly then suddenly burst into a flood of tears. This happened quite often with Katie, her lifestyle would get the better of her and she would feel guilty, dirty and quite frankly ashamed of what she was doing for money and would have a breakdown, usually after a strip-a-gram that was intense like the one she just performed at. Sometimes even after a client was done having sex with her at the brothel, she would have a similar type of meltdown. The pimp offered little sympathy, he did like Katie but he had also heard all this before from the other women he had been involved with. He dropped her off back home and even gave her a cuddle to try and comfort her. It had little or no effect.
She went into her flat, feeling very low and depressed. She ended up drinking almost a full bottle of gin with Amanda in the flat afterwards to numb her pain and take her mind off things. She finally crashed out at around 4 in the morning and was seriously drunk. Katie woke up at around 10 a.m. and felt like shit. She had a headache, fearful thoughts, felt sick, felt weak and it was not a good vibe at all. Amanda was already awake and rather chirpy and to be honest, she was probably still drunk – Katie, however, was not and was feeling the horrid side effects of her alcohol abuse.
She said to Amanda, “I’m never drinking again.”
She laughed in a high-pitched tone that went straight through Katie’s head and literally attacked her brain – she was rough as hell, this was a proper hangover, the worst thing was she was expected to work extra hours at the brothel tonight to make up the hours lost from last night. This was going to be a very long and hard day for her.
She managed to get some light sleep before finally accepting she had to get up and face reality. She went into the bathroom and reluctantly looked deep into the mirror – she looked like a bag of shit to be brutally honest. She was very pale and had huge bags under her eyes, which made her look older and less attractive. Her skin was all dry and tight, she had really overdone it last night with the gin. It was actually very strong gin that a client from the brothel had giving to Amanda a few days previously. It was called ‘Naval Strength’ gin. It was like 58% alcohol, much higher percentage than the standard stuff – if only she had checked last night before drinking so much. Katie had a bath and managed to stomach some toast later on that day. She was feeling maybe fifty percent back to normal again but still very hungover. She considered not going into work tonight but never wanted to let down the pimp, as he was good to her for the most part and had done her a favour yesterday. It was around 8 p.m. that she decided to have some wine and a few lines of cocaine to perk her up before she called a taxi to take her to the brothel to start another shift.
She arrived at the brothel at around eight-thirty p.m. She entered through the shabby side entrance to the building, which was just off a busy street. It was handy for clients but also
well hidden to avoid detection from the police. As soon as she entered the building, she heard a commotion and saw the pimp and some guy she had never seen before rolling around the floor knocking lumps out of each other. One of the girls who worked there had been seeing the pimp behind her boyfriend’s back and he found out and went berserk, drove to the brothel and confronted the pimp, which ended up in a fight between them. A couple of knuckle draggers who worked at the place as bouncers ran over and man handled the guy off the pimp and dragged him out a fire exit and slammed the door shut behind them as they went outside. Katie could not see but she could clearly hear the guy taking a brutal beating from the heavies, big mistake coming in there causing trouble, the pimp and his henchmen did not mess around with rowdy clients or anybody who was there at all, any kind of carry on or trouble, the client would be dealt with in a very ruthless and cruel manner – after all, it was an illegal brothel and these guys did not play by the rules, you always get the occasional idiot who would start trouble but for the most part, it was safe for the girls to work in without fear, they knew if any clients stepped out of line, they would receive a fierce beat down and be removed from the premises very quickly.
Katie went into her room, where she would have sex with the clients. The guys would go into the reception and wait for one of the staff who worked there to come over to the desk and after the payment was made, they would be allocated their preferred hooker, if she was working that night. There was an old chap called Harold who really liked Katie, he was in his sixties and always paid her a visit. She actually liked Harold as he was a very harmless, lonely, old widower and just wanted some female affection more than anything, most of the time she would cuddle him and do very low key sexual stuff. He was easily pleased and it was easy money for Katie.
Other men were not quite as nice, some of them were married or had long-term partners but of course, needed a release from a woman they could simply use and leave. They never had any respect for Katie or the other girls and would often belittle them and subject them to verbal abuse during sex, as long it was not loud and as long as they never physically attacked the girls, it was fair game to give them a bit of stick, that was tolerated sadly and they did get some really creepy dudes coming in from time to time. Sometimes Katie would get lucky and it would be a younger, more handsome chap, which was obviously more enjoyable but there is something missing from paid sex compared to natural attraction sex. It had a much more robotic feel to it and it was always on a time limit for a set fee. It was not spontaneous like regular sexual hook-ups, so Katie rarely enjoyed her work. Some guys even reminded her of her sick father, which always opened up old wounds and made her think about her past. This was something she would try to avoid at all costs. It was a fairly quiet night for Katie and she did not mind as she had made a good sum of money, the previous night at the pub in Essex and was still feeling hungover and just wanted to get home and chill out.
It got to around midnight and the pimp came in and saw her looking really tired and worn out. He told her to call it a night, handed her the money she was due and sent her on her way. She managed to get a lift back home with another girl, who worked there and had a car. She came home and went straight to bed; she felt better about herself and was looking forward to a good, deep sleep to catch up on what she lost the previous night. Her head hit the pillow and she fell into a very well deserved and much needed rest.
Chapter 9
Sunday morning arrived, Katie woke up slowly at around 10:30 a.m. and she was feeling really refreshed and a lot happier than the previous two nights and was feeling slightly positive and good about herself again.
She jumped out of bed and treated herself to a nice hot shower followed by a warm and wholesome Kenco Columbian flavour coffee, this was her favourite brand and she used to joke with Amanda that it was like liquid cocaine as it was Columbian and very strong. She sipped away slowly on the perky beverage. She then sparked up a cigarette and decided to have a scroll through her phone. There was a text message from Simon that he sent a few hours previously, while Katie was asleep. It read, ‘Hi Katie, I have those pictures from the shoot all edited and they look fantastic! I was going to email them to you but to be honest I would rather show you in person – I don’t suppose you’re free at any point today? I’m having a quiet day and have some spare time if you would consider meeting me somewhere in the city? I will treat you to a nice lunch and show you these incredible images – let me know if you can. Thanks, Simon x.’ Only one kiss this time, he was either just being polite or trying to play a game but she was not bothered, she was wondering where Simon had been, he was very aloof with his contact with her, this only made him more attractive to her. She replied, ‘Hey that’s great, thanks Simon – I can’t wait to see them – I’m happy to meet you anytime today as I’m free all day also. x’
Katie never usually worked Sunday if she had worked the Friday and Saturday nights at the brothel. So it made sense for her to accept the invitation from Simon. Also, she really liked him so there was no way in hell she was going to decline, plus she wanted to see the pictures from their shoot a few weeks previously. Simon arranged to meet her at an upmarket restaurant in Belgravia in central London, one of the most swish and affluent areas in the whole city. It was an Italian place named ‘Zafferano’, Simon had asked her to be there around 2 p.m. and that he would be waiting inside for her.
She got herself ready and picked her nicest dress (a stunning red dress) and made sure her appearance was on point as she was wanted to look posh and not feel out of place with Simon in this fancy restaurant. Katie had recovered well from her excessive alcohol and drug use over the weekend and was looking almost 10/10 stunning – she was a truly beautiful, young lady; she really did turn heads, her image was her most valuable asset and she knew it. Deep down, she was still insecure like most women but on the surface, she was smoking hot and full of confidence and what can only be described as swagger or even a pure natural feminine aura.
She entered the place right on time and the concierge took her over to the table Simon was sitting at. He was wearing a black Gucci turtleneck jumper and looked incredibly handsome and self-assured as she expected.
“Hello Katie, first of all, you look great, sweetheart, that dress is stunning and your hair! Has it been done recently? It looks so smooth and shiny! Wow! Have a seat.”
Katie tried her hardest not to blush but she was extremely smitten with his smooth compliments and knew her face was most likely a tint of salmon. “Relax,” said Simon followed up by, “I have already ordered us the finest white wine this place has in stock; it’s on its way.”
Katie sat down and she could smell the aroma of the food from the kitchen and noticed all the people who were also there for lunch, most of the men were very smartly dressed and the women were also equally as turned out. She noticed a few older women giving her dirty looks, she experienced this a lot, jealousy is a human trait, which is all too common and very difficult to hide, especially with women, such primitive creatures at times, but Katie was well prepared for this, she made a lot of women jealous especially older ladies because their men would always stare at her when she walked past.
The décor inside the place was extremely fancy. It had exposed bricks, which gave it a very rustic look and the tables, chairs and cutlery were made of very high quality materials. She had never been in such a swanky place in her life and was quite frankly overwhelmed by it but she knew after a few glasses of wine and some food, she would relax and chill out a bit more. They ordered food; they just went for a main lunch course, as it was still rather early. As they were eating, Simon began to talk more and was engaging Katie’s full attention – and emotions!
Simon said, “You know something Katie, I rarely meet or interact with girls like you – people who have ran away from a bad situation from home (she told Simon a brief summary of her past during the first meeting when they spent a few hours doing a photoshoot). It’s refreshing to meet and work with somebody f
rom a different background. Most women and men, to be honest, that I work with actually tend to be from similar backgrounds to me, well educated and from wealthy families. But I’m glad we met up. Oh yeah! Here are the pictures from the shoot we done.” He pulled the images from his briefcase – he had them printed off for her rather than digital form. Katie was very impressed by them.
“Oh my God, Simon” she touched his hand slightly, “These are amazing! Wow! Thank you so much, I can’t believe you paid me for these!”
Simon replied, “My pleasure, sweetheart; it was a privilege, my dear and I will be honest, I would be happy to work with you again at some point, maybe a different themed shoot or some other stuff I’m also involved with, if possible, we will see how it goes.”
Katie wondered what he meant by ‘other stuff’, it was very vague. But she never questioned him, Simon had a vibe around him that made her just know instinctively that he was a well-connected guy with a lot of good stuff going for him, plenty of money and resources, which of course is what most women find attractive. He only did photography work for fun really, he actually ran a very well-known hedge fund in the city of London and also had an asset management company in the city and also acted as an advisor for the senior management of a big bank, he was very wealthy and it showed in his appearance and attitude.
She tried to pluck up the courage to ask him what he meant by ‘other stuff’ but just as she was going to speak up, the waiter turned up with the lunch. He had jet black hair and olive oil toned healthy looking skin. He was the stereotypical Italian looking waiter with a very thick southern Italian accent and he could have been pulled straight from the extra’s cast in some mob movie like ‘The Godfather’ or ‘Good-fellas’.
They had lunch and some wine and another brief chat about Simon’s business interests and his photography work. He told her he knew the owner of the restaurant’s wife, she was a supermodel from Milan and Simon had been over there and done a photoshoot for her, which was scheduled to be published in the Italia Vogue magazine.
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