Today, I don the cap of Ghostwriter Bill to relate a conversation I recently conducted with an escort. File this one under “boys will be boys” and/or “enough is enough.”
In the wake of the fusillade of accusations leveled against Hollywood and media moguls, I have to pause to consider the victims’ degree of distress. Not to diminish their claims, but each time I hear someone new come forward, I think to myself “Try working in a whorehouse and then tell me about all the sexual harassment that so injured your psyche.”
I’m a black American woman – medium dark complexion, 5’9″, slim with nice legs, a phat booty, a decent (though not huge) chest, and an ok face. I like me and think I can bring enough to a relationship to merit a good man even if I don’t see myself as a bombshell/head-turner. But when it comes to the male security guards I’ve met at several incalls, you’d think I was Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Halle Berry and Selena Gomez all wrapped up into one.
Let me paint a picture of a typical shift at an American house. For 8 hours, a girl is on premises either in the room with a client or in a central space where the girls who aren’t currently with a customer sit in waiting. Both locales carry their own equal but different stress levels.
In the room with a customer is obviously a place where a girl has to be on guard. Yes, there are regulars with whom you might be comfortable – and even enjoy yourself. But not every guy is a repeat – nor is every man somebody you would choose as a lover in “real” life. In fact, few are. And I accept all this. It’s part of making the big bucks.
Still, I would expect (or at least hope) that once back in the central area, I could decompress from the stress. Yeah, right. First you have the girls themselves. While I’ve formed real bonds with some of my colleagues, others will wage outright war with someone they perceive as an enemy – or just a girl whose presence means the other won’t make as much money.
Imagine one girl thinks she has a regular customer who when he arrives will only see her. But when he shows, the guy decides he’d rather see me. What do you think happens when I return from the room from her regular? Everything from passive aggression, to outright physical threats. Whore houses have a pecking order. And you’d better stand your ground if you want to survive.
Some girls might take a different tack. Jealous that I’ve “stolen” her regular, she might eye me up and down and decide we should fuck each other in a manner that could be tender – but more likely to be aggressive. Like she’s gonna strap one on and fuck me better than her regular. I’m heterosexual and have no desire to have sex with other girls. But that doesn’t stop a dyke from harassing me. Predators are predators. I’m sure all those beautiful girls who were harassed by Hollywood or media moguls can tell you that.
Back to the security guards. Their job is to secure our safety – and maybe run a few errands for the girls or house. But mostly, they sit and leer at the girls. Their eyes undress us constantly. Let’s say I go in the bathroom to smoke a cigarette and just get away from all the bad vibrations. Security guards will follow me in to say they need to use the toilet. But according to them, I don’t have to leave and it’s fine if I stay and watch. Yuk! Just what I want to do: Watch a fat, smelly security guard take a leak!
The shift ends and it’s time to go home and recoup emotionally. I’ve made some money and am looking forward to leaving the toxic environment behind. But not before a security guard asks if I’ll “top him off” before leaving. The dude wants a fucking blow job after hours. Sometimes, the implication will be that he’ll hook me up with more customers. (Often, security guards receive the clients and make “recommendations.” This is obviously a powerful inducement that make some girls cave.) Other times, they’ll offer money for the “service.” Either way, girls don’t like security guards who suggest they have sex with them. Those guys are there to keep them safe. And not to make them feel victimized.
A couple of years ago, I worked at a place which had a gay male security guy. Finally, I felt I could let my guard down. Not quite. Remember, I’m a tall girl with some definition in my arms. In short, I have an athletic body. Well, I guess this guy wasn’t all gay because one night, he crashed on me suggesting that we “get together.” OMG! The one guy I felt safe with was fiending for a blow job from a woman! When does it end?
I understand that all this comes with the territory. I am but a sex object to every man (and some women) I meet while on the job. But really, are there no limits? Can I get a break for a second? The answer is no. Not while I’m on shift anyway.
In summation, I feel for all those normal workplace girls who’ve experienced what I do every day. But I don’t think they really know sexual harassment like I do given my career choice. It’s relentless and unending. And it comes from multiple males and females on a regular basis. If I didn’t see myself as somebody worthwhile, I would have to come to the conclusion that I am only here to satisfy some other human’s animal lusts. Yes, I own it yet still, I might as well speak out as my mainstream sisters have recently. Just as a whore can be raped…an escort can be sexually harassed as well.