You know what they say, we all remember our first..
He had white hair, the minute I walked onto the floor he had chosen me. I was only just 18, I was fresh faced, naive and in way over my head.
My girlfriend looked me with pity. My first client resembled a grandfather. How was I going to do it?
One hour with a spa. It was going to be an eternity.
We got into the spa. He snuggled up behind me. I was uneasy. He asked me if I thought he was dirty old man. Yes I did, but I answered of course not. This was my first of many big memorable moments with clients.
He told me his story.
His wife had passed away years ago. He had not done well with money throughout his life and was working into retirement driving an ambulance. No women were interested in him. He had children that were grown and had moved on. They were around for holidays but not much more. He had friends, mates that he would drink beer with. But he was lonely without his wife, more importantly, no one in his life touched him. So he came to parlours to receive affection.
It was then that I realised that sex work was more than sex. I could also be something meaningful. In that moment I knew I was a sex industry lifer. I love my industry. I love my job and my clients. This is who I was born to be and I love my life.