‘You’re both required in the peach spa room. You need to collect $700—his name is Phil. Now get going.’
I handed the $700 to that night’s buzzer lady, with the standard spiel, ‘April and Kate, Peach Spa Room, $700.’ Usually the buzzer lady counted it and confirmed by saying I will buzz you. But this time she said, ‘Confirming $700, April and Kate, Peach Spa.’
I went to the ladies’ lounge to get my condom purse, completely confused. The girls were back from their rounds and Toni piped up as usual.
‘So are we still going to have the pleasure of your company around here from now on?’ She was such a sucker for gossip.
‘Yeah, Louise wanted April and me for a job in the spa room.’
‘Have you ever done a double show before, sweetie?’
‘What do you mean, a double show?’
‘Kate, darling, half your beauty lies in your innocence. It’s a lesbian double show.’ Toni was thoroughly enjoying playing the older and wiser role.
I just stood there struck dumb; I had never thought about sex with other women before and now the higher rate made complete sense. If I was going to experiment I didn’t want it to be like this. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I was not ready or inclined for this job. Toni must have seen my look of distress.
‘Honey, you want to know a little trick, if you’re not comfortable with this job?’
‘Yes please, Toni, but be quick, I’m supposed to be in there now, but I don’t want to be.’
‘Sweetie, they aren’t going to start without you, are they? Now listen, position your client at the back of you, put your arm over April’s thigh, bring your hand under her leg, let your hair flow over her puss and legs.’ I wondered where she was going with this and if she’d misunderstood my concerns. ‘Then suck on your own finger, it sounds like licking, and as long as he is behind you he won’t be any the wiser.’
I gave her a big kiss and rushed off to my job, thinking all the while that snide Louise was not going to get the better of me.
Just as Toni said, poor stupid Phil was indeed none the wiser, he even gave us both a big tip, of the financial variety. April was also grateful to Toni for her pearls of wisdom, so both of us gave her our tips.
I was given the honour of showing Phil to the door and as I turned to go back to the ladies’ lounge, I came face to face with Louise. She was casually leaning against the doorframe, her legs crossed with a definite air of supremacy, her pious smirk the icing on the cake.
‘Welcome to my world, young Kate.’
I glared at her, making her aware I returned her loathing.
Everyone who worked had certain fields of expertise, some girls did B and D, others didn’t. Some girls did Spanish (between the breasts), others didn’t. The same went for fantasies, anal, love slave, two men and of course bisexuality. It was useful to know who did what, because if a client had a particular fetish you could recommend someone. That way the customer wasn’t made to feel that he was perverted: ‘Look I really don’t specialise in that but I have a girlfriend who enjoys it, perhaps I could introduce the two of you?’
Most agencies would actually ask you these questions in your initial interview and girls learnt this information about one another through conversation. I might say to someone, ‘All this guy wanted to do was suck my toes while masturbating.’ Then everyone gave her opinion of that fetish. Even if you weren’t present, girls who knew your likes and dislikes would pipe up on your behalf: ‘Kate had to do a double the other evening, the poor little thing was shaking like a leaf. I don’t think she’s in a hurry to try that again.’ And everyone got to know your preferences. So for Louise to throw me blind into a girl-on-girl double without informing me was cruel and unusual punishment.
Little did I know that that little bit of mattress actressing had scored me an extra $100. Apparently fantasies and fetishes were charged at a different rate—thanks for telling me. In this case the client was charged the hourly rate for each girl and an extra $200 for the threesome fantasy.
At the end of the shift I was called into the office to receive my pay. For some reason both pay ladies employed at Felicity’s were born without a personality: no smile, no small talk, no courtesies, just a glum sternness exuding from every pore.
‘Kate, I’ve been informed that Gino has renegotiated your percentage with you.’
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I automatically assumed the worst, for having complained about my mistreatment.
‘You are now to receive sixty per cent of all business you bring in: after each shift you will be paid fifty per cent of your takings and on the final shift of each week, you will be given your additional ten per cent There are conditions though, young lady. You are to be on time for every shift, if you ever turn up late you forgo your additional ten per cent. You are not to mention this arrangement to the other girls or you lose your bonus payment, understood?’