• Mon, Sep 10 2012

Harlotry: I Was A Live Nude Girl

This, this was the sleazy hole-in-the-wall I had been searching for all along. There was no curtain or metal shutter to come up; instead there were two-way mirrors that went transparent when the woman at the front flipped a switch, prompting the stage lights and turning off the others in the booths. The stage looked cheaper and more vulgar than anything I had ever seen: there was a rickety-looking brass pole in the center, a scuffed linoleum floor of the kind most commonly seen in church basements, and a back wall painted an uneven red and draped with a piece of sparkling mirror cloth. At one end of the stage, there was a small door leading to the VIP booth–meaning that a girl who was called to VIP would have to cross the stage, whether or not one of her co-workers was doing a show.

I was enchanted by the whole ramshackle set-up and I hadn’t even seen the so-called “windowless” room with its half-glass and shelf of assorted baby oils and lubricants yet.

I was excited for my first shift, and still more excited when I was called for the first show of the evening; in the VIP booth, no less. I hurried across the stage on the same Jell-O legs I knew so well from my days of prostitution and took my place in the pitch-dark little glass box. When the lights came on, I was shocked to see that the man on the other side of the glass had unzipped his pants… and pulled out his cock. While I realized peep shows were essentially live pornography (and therefore masturbation fodder), I hadn’t really connected the dots until that moment. Basically, my job was to watch guys jerk off while I removed my clothes. As the man on the other side of the glass boxed with his bishop and fed ten dollar bills into the slot, I found myself wondering where exactly to look. Morbid curiosity tempted me to stare at his junk, but at the same time some sense of oddly placed propriety made me feel that it would be somehow rude.

Fortunately, my dilemma was solved for me. As I finally decided that I should avert my eyes, opting to stare at the ceiling rather than hazard eye contact, the man rapped on the glass with his free hand, pointing at his dick with the other. He wanted me to watch him jerk off. I was confused, wasn’t I supposed to be the one exhibiting?

I did not yet know it, but this was very, very common.

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  • Maggie

    Your stories are all so good! Someone should really give you a book deal :)

    • Cate

      I appreciate your vote of confidence!

      The idea of a book deal both excites and scares me. People have predicted it will happen, but so far there has been nothing. I am not too worried, though, after all I only started writing for people who are not myself a few months ago.

    • Andrea Dunlop

      I agree! Cate- hollar at me if you want to talk publishing. Jen has my info.

    • Cate

      Hi Andrea!
      I’m really hoping you aren’t just some troll trying to toy with my fragile hopes and dreams. However, so long as you are who you say you are, it is a real pleasure to internet-meet you! I have contacted Jennifer to ask about your contact information, as I would very, very much love to talk about publishing with you.

  • Meagan S

    This was hilarious! How on earth were you supposed to express your awe at their penis size? Two thumbs up?

    • Cate

      Two thumbs up, or maybe a sassy, hand-over-wide-open-mouth pin-up girl face? I’m really not sure what they wanted

      Honestly, though, I did see the biggest dick I’ve ever encountered while working in the peep show. Calling the thing a baby arm would not be an exaggeration and I could only think of how happy I was to not be on the receiving end of that appendage. The issue there was more concealing horror than anything else.

  • Renee

    Oh god…they ARE all inordinately proud of their genitalia.

    “they’d whip it out and look up with expectant, ‘Mommy, look what I did’ expressions” THIS.

    I’m pro sex work, but I have never felt comfortable pursing it myself. Which is why as a former massage therapist, it really pissed me off when men didn’t understand the difference between massage therapy and sex work. Like the client who decided to make his dick dance in the middle of me giving him a massage. As if I would be so impressed I would just throw in a free hand-job. A dancing dick is hilarious not enticing!

    • Cate

      That is just…god, that’s terrible. I mean, I have no words. Is the massage not enough for people?

      Sometimes I really do wonder what is wrong with people.

  • Silenus

    I find your posts interesting. Is there any way I can be notified of new posts without receiving Gloss’s 181.5 posts per week in my RSS feed?

    Thanks,

    Si

    • Cate

      Well, I know that my stories post every Monday somewhere between ten and noon, except on holiday weekends when they post on Tuesdays. As far as I know you can’t just subscribe to my posts, but you can check the site on the appropriate day.

      I am glad you like my posts!

    • Marian Rosenberg – Haikou #1 Translation Agency

      Indeed. I’m subscribed to Gloss’s 180+ posts a week just to read Harlotry.

      Even though I don’t deliberately read them skimming through Mommyish and STFU Parents and all the other Gloss stuff has led me to know more about the fashion world or parenting than I ever wanted to know.

      I’ve also realized that quite a number of the professional writers on this site are desperately in need of someone to check their grammar before they post. The mistakes jump off the screen, grab my eyes, and punch me in the face.

    • Cate

      Oh wow, I guess that speaks really well of me. But seriously guys, The Gloss has a bunch of other cool articles! Jennifer’s Shelved Dolls and Ashley’s Illustrated Guides in particular are very interesting and entertaining. If my recommendation carries any weight, I suggest you give them a shot.

  • Madam Michelle

    Sad the way men pay them to lie to their faces and laugh behind their backs and in return, the men respect them the most. Sad.