This isn't new, it's been going on for years. I've been partaking in this hobby for years dating back to the late 80's. Long before the internet, cell phones and review boards. You either picked up street walkers or went to massage parlours. Back in the day, the low track girls used to hang out at the Mount Royal hotel. There was always 5 or 6 girls who hung out there who would take you upstairs. I was there often enough to get to know the girls and they got to know me. I was a well reviewed customer. I had my favorites, so if they were there, we'd take the trek up the stairs. Her leading of course so I could play with her ass.
30 years later, one of my favorites (well more than favorite, we became friends) found me on facebook. We chatted about things and she mentioned that she was advocating for indigenous girls forced into the sex trade. Although I knew she pursued a career in social work, I was curious as to why she would want to advocate for this cause as all the time I knew her in our younger years I thought she was doing this on her own free will. All the time we spent together, we enjoyed each others company. Boy was I wrong.
We agreed to meet for coffee and she told me her story. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
Being from a troubled home and a rebellious teenager she was lured into drugs and the party atmosphere. She was always at the party's promising free booze and drugs. Before long, they weren't free anymore. She couldn't go home to her abusive step dad so she thought this was the better alternative. Her first date on the strip raped her. She was picked up on Higgins and they drove to a secluded spot by the Alexander docks. She chickened out but the john was having none of that. He had his way with her then kicked out of his car. No he didn't pay her. When she finally made it back to Higgins, obviously crying and in tatters, her party friends threatened that if she doesn't bring in at least $300 tonight she would be dead. Keep in mind back then it was $50 for a blow, $80 for a lay and $100 for a half and half.
I had no clue this was going on at the time. I first met her at the Mount Royal and whenever we met we had a lot of fun together. I find out 30 years later that I was one of her most favorite clients. I treated her like a person and not just a fuck doll. She was a person. If I wanted a fuck doll, I would save my money and buy one.
Back to our coffee date and her full disclosure, she tells me that all the time we were seeing each other she was always paying someone in one way or another. The scumbags who were supplying drugs and booze thought it was in their interest to sell her to a bike gang. You remember the Bravos? Well the drugs and booze got better, but so did their expectations. She had not one tattoo branding, but now two and expected to bring in $700 a day. By this time she has had a baby or two, who both have been taken away by cfs because of her drug and lifestyle choices.
Believe me when I say this is an abbreviated version of her story as we talked for over 2 hours about her experiences. She is in her early 50's now and is finally reconnecting with her children and in the process of having her tag tattoos colored over.
When I heard her story, It made me feel sick just to know how many ladies I've seen over the years who were in the same predicament and I was totally clueless. Like her I had fun and so did she and we enjoyed our time together, but I was totally unaware that they were being coerced into this trade.
