New Town, New Issues…

The time to leave Melbourne city had come. At 20 years old, I had become an old face at Santa Fe Gold, and was making only a quarter of the money I used to.  My relationship with my housemate had gone sour, he had become abusive and violent when I took his girlfriend out for a night on the town.  We got up to mischief, and stupidly, she had returned to his place and revealed everything.  He was not happy.  I was promptly told to get out. My sisters offer to move with her couldn’t have come at a better time.

Moving wasn’t too hard at this time of my life. I owned very little.  Everything I owned, mainly, clothes, toiletries and a few knick knacks, fit tidily into my couple of ragged suitcases.  Living at our older sisters place, we enjoyed delicious meals, and a family environment,  however she had strict rules, and we were given many chores, and she was quite bossy and gave us lectures on where we were going with our lives.  We only lasted a few months of babysitting her kids before we decided to move out.  Anna soon had work as a shop assistant in a jewelery store.  I was quite happy bludging on unemployment benefits until a job that suited me came along that wouldn’t interfere with my social life.

Anna and I moved into a small, dumpy tacky 2  bedroom flat in town.  It did the job, with 2 large bedrooms, a kitchen, laundry and even a back yard.  The rent was cheap, and it would do us for the short term.  The most difficult part of our lives was that we didn’t have a car. We would get up daily and I would walk Anna to work, which was probably about 5kms. I would then walk home, and do a little housework and laundry before crawling back into bed with a good book, or gossiping on the phone to Melbourne friends.

Grocery shopping was tricky, as we would have to do the shopping, (lots of junk food and curry!!) and have to push the trolley the 5kms home.  We would wear sunglasses hoping that 2 of Bendigos ‘cool chicks’ wouldn’t be recognised.  The other thing that was difficult at this point, was that Anna was only 17, and would put the big guilt trip on me every time I wanted to go out nightclubbing.  She would fly into a rage, saying that she paid the bills, and it was so unfair she was to stay home alone while I went out and had a good time.  There was one particular nightclub however that always let us in.  When we first starting going there, it was dead, but it soon became more popular.  We started frequenting it, and our sexy dancing on the podiums started to attract customers.  More customers meant more money for the owners, and more money for the owners meant more free drinks for us.  Soon enough we were the main attraction, and we started to make friends and become quite popular.  Often, after a night out, we would share a cab fare home, and would often bring a house full of party-goers.  At first light there would be drunken, sick and hungover young people everywhere.  Towards the end, we got hold of a Nintendo game console, and we would sit and smoke pot and play computer games until it was time to go out again.  It was a mad existence.

Once again, Anna was the popular one with the boys, and often we were approached by men chatting up my buxom, long haired sister.  Once again, I was thrust off centre, and would hang out with whoever she picked up.  I was quite promiscuous at this point, and would choose a man I fancied having sex with and happily take him back to our flat for a night of raunchy sex.  I rarely saw them again.

One night while I was out partying, I had a tap on the shoulder by a stranger.  He told me that he had someone on his mobile phone who wished to talk to me.  Pissed and stoned, I happily took the phone to chat to whoever was on the line.  A well spoken, professional man, told me that the ran a local escort agency, and that hearing I was a stripper from the city, he was keen to hire my services for his business.  I was keen, as I needed the cash in hand money, as I knew Anna was getting tired of paying our way all the time.  I organized a time to see him the following afternoon, and a car came to pick me up.  I was chauffeured out to a large farm, and got there in the late afternoon.  I was ushered into a large, dimly lit lounge room, where a group of about 10 women  sat drinking cups of tea and smoking cigarettes chatting quietly.  Sitting down next to a 30 plus woman wearing a velvet lace up dress and pretty woman boots, I picked up a magazine and nonchalantly flicked through.  “So, you’re the stripper eh?” she drawled.  I smiled, replying that indeed I was.  Soon enough, a middle aged, slim gentleman with a moustache called me into his office.  Introducing himself as ‘Mick’ he explained his situation.  He ran a very successful escort agency, but often had large groups of men to ’service’ such as groups of contractors etc, who would enjoy a little dancing before hand.  I made it very clear that I was not interested in escort work, and that after I took my clothes off, that was it.  He was fine with this, and said that he had ample escorts, and didn’t require any more.  We agreed on some prices.  At Santa Fe Gold, I had only ever done table top dancing, so this Bachelor party type work was new to me.  So, for a strip down to a G-string bikini, top and bottoms, was $180.  To strip down to a G-string only, was $220.  To strip down to nothing, was $280, and the fully monty, strip down to nothing with full open leg work (as far as I ever went in my stripping career, I felt ‘toy’ work was cheap and nasty) was $350.  A majority of my jobs were down to nothing.  Often I would do between 3 -8 shows a weekend, which made me good money.  I could now pay my way and live comfortably.  I had a car come and pick me up, and 2 security who guarded me at all times.  Often, there would be a group of girls with me, and after my show, these girls would ’service’ the men.  The funniest thing about prostitutes, they look just like any other woman!!  There were fat ones, thin ones, women with big tits, small tits.  Some were beautiful, some… not so beautiful.  They were never nasty to me, most were normal people, who had kids and families, and would have a normal life just like the rest of the world.

Jack did the ‘I miss you Babe’ thing when we were in Bendigo.  He turned up one night, after driving all that way, wearing my favourite outfit on him and smelling of my favourite cologne.  When my sister Anna ‘did her thing’ and streaked her way across the loungeroom in her g-string, I almost cried with his reaction.  Instead of gawking, like some horny dog, Jack curled his nose up and said “Gee Ty, what’s your sister’s story??”.  Hardly the reaction Anna was looking for.  Unfortunately, this was the last time Jack and I ever spent time together.  There were to be many more phonecalls, but our bodies would never again touch.

Life pretty much continued like this for many months.  Drinking, smoking dope, spending time with friends.  We worked occassionally and partied constantly.  There were a few boyfriends along the way, and a few dramas.

The biggest kick in the guts with Anna was at this point.  It involved a married man called Bevan.