My ears perk up at her accent. Fair dinkum? Seriously, what is that? Jewellery, clothes, cars, home deposit and financial security sooner than you think. Your privacy and discretion is assured as you will be working in a secure, safe environment. Are you currently living interstate? If your answer is Yes! Rewind to a few years ago. One woman shakes her head and recites the familiar argument about the shameful exploitation of prostitutes.
I nod, silently regretting that I can only guess what that was like. But by the time it finally clicked that prostitution could be a sensible, if highly stigmatized, way for me to make a living, I assumed it was too late.
In Hollywood—my only source of information about the oldest profession—prostitutes are all hot young blondes, and I was by then a thirty-one-year-old, size twelve brunette with a gap-toothed smile. But after my revelation, I got involved in sex work activism and met ordinary women of all ages who simply knew how to work the magic of a push-up bra and some lip gloss. In Sydney, I work without fear.
The state of New South Wales decriminalized prostitution in the late s, in response to a number of police corruption scandals involving illegal brothels. Sex work, like any great job, pushes me.
No sooner do I get my balance than he asks me to describe, in detail, how I am going to run over his belly button with a van. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I am, it must be acknowledged, hopeless at fantasy and role play. Faking an orgasm is just part of the job. Service with a smile. And, of course, there is the money. Now we might wait an hour or more, watching bad sitcoms, before anyone even rings the doorbell.
