During my early to mid teens my mother, who was raising four children on her own, was struggling financially. This lead her to taking up a position as receptionist at the city’s largest and most popular brothel. She worked nights so we didn’t see her much -this was basically the end of her parenting us. We really never saw her, she slept during the day, but cash was truly flowing. Our flat was city central until we upgraded right next door of the massage parlour and bang smack in town.
Life was fabulous in this newly built apartment, a driver at our disposal, cash handed out freely and new freedom as mummy was not around. She eventually opened her own establishment and this became the family business selling the services of mostly late teens early twenties females. My older sister and I routinely did reception duties, I was only 16 or 17 at the time. We didn’t have much of a choice as our mother was very amoral and pushy and would use our youth to lure men. I really hated it. She would forcefully suggest for us to wear more provocative clothing and encourage us to entertain at strip show events. I mean, who the fuck would put their own flesh and blood in such a horrid situation. Sleazy men, mostly married suburban boring creeps, paying to screw youngish women or watch sexual acts, drooling while their dick was hard. The dirty fuckers would beg me to let them also have sex with me but I always thought my own vigina was not up for sell.
The girls all seemed the same with the same old sob stories. They just wanted quick money and thought they’d only do it for a short time. Most had previously been sexually assaulted, were mainly uneducated or were just vulnerable souls. Once they got the taste for easy money it was hard to give up. It was always sad seeing them years later and nothing had changed in their lives. I recall one girl who was at university studying law, who thought she would do it just to pay her fees. She was blonde, attractive and one of the smarter women, but ten year later she was still in the game. She finished her degree but never practiced law and instead had a Chinese sugar daddy. Her life was now full of delusional ideas sold to her by clients who promise of marriage and redemption. However, they were only clients turned lovers that no longer paid. Living in a land of delusion, believing she would be saved by her knight in shinning armour was sad and left her soulless and hardened.
I cannot believe that at such a young age I was put in that type of situation and my mother thought it perfectly acceptable. If she could’ve she would’ve pimped me out too – but my strong nature never allowed it.
What is the worst thing your mother has made you do?