1. Primal Urge


    Date: 4/26/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TraceyAmes, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    and now I do not have a job to help pay my rent or schooling.” “That’s terrible Tracey, what are you going to do now?” Gayla replied in a concerned tone of voice. “Gayla, I have completed my studies for this year and don’t start again until the end of next February. In the meantime, I will look around every day for a job.” Over the next two weeks or so prior to Christmas, I searched for hours looking for part-time work; all to no avail. With my money running out, I needed to find work badly. I went home and stayed with my parents for a week leading up to Christmas and enjoyed having Christmas with them and my brother. Between Christmas and the New Year, I returned to my dwelling in South Yarra. On arrival, I was greeted by Gayla as I entered the house. “Hi Tracey, welcome back again! Did you have a good time at your parents place?” Gayla asked. “Thanks Gayla, I had a really great time there. I also caught up with some of my old friends as well. Now I need to look for work again before my money runs out,” I replied. Gayla contemplated for what seemed an eternity before replying, “I know where there is a vacancy for a job, if you are willing to take it. It is entirely up to you if you accept and I am not meaning to offend you in any way with my offer.” “What is the job? What does it entail?” I sheepishly enquired. “You have known for almost two years that I work at a gentleman’s retreat called The Gentle Touch . This place is a massage parlour which provides a luxurious ...
    customer service to men who want to be pampered and looked after very well. Some narrow-minded people take a dim view of this profession, while others see it as a very therapeutic and necessary outlet for many people from all walks of life.” Gayla explained. I can still recall those words uttered from Gayla’s mouth. I froze at the time, while trying to comprehend what she was offering me. She was asking me to prostitute myself. With my heart beating at around 200 beats a minute I said to myself that I have enjoyed sex in the past with several guys. Is it all that bad to have sex with someone and get paid as well? It was then that I decided to sell myself to the Devil! I knew she worked in a massage parlour, which was really just another name for a brothel. Gayla said she could most likely get me a job there if money was an issue. The Gentle Touch, where Gayla worked, was registered and advertised as a massage parlor. By law, in the State of Victoria, prostitution was illegal at that time. By advertising as a massage parlor, clients could safely enter the premises on the grounds that they were seeking a therapeutic massage. What happened behind locked doors later was negotiated between the girl and the client. Gayla spent some considerable time with me that afternoon and evening, explaining the ropes of the establishment and how it worked. I was informed that basically three types of women work in the sex business. Firstly, there are many women who are drug addicts. The money earned ...
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