No one ever talks about Mondays in a brothel. No male filmmaker intent on showing the “harsh realities” of a brothel — which they have no knowledge of, except, maybe, going drunkenly on a Saturday night, with a giggling group of friends, until they chicken out, or they book a girl, have a two-minute blowie and stumble out nervously staring at the floor — ever films a scene in a brothel on a Monday.
To be honest, there were many girls who lived out of town, who came just for the weekend and CLEANED UP. But then there were other girls, like me, where this was our full-time job.
Those weekends were more like how you might picture a brothel. A party atmosphere, booze flowing, girls in underwear walking about. Mondays… not so much. Sometimes the “madame” (though I will call them bartenders as madame makes them sound far more French and romantic than they really were) would open a bottle of the cheapest Prosseco, give us a glass of nasty bubbly to “loosen” us up. This didn’t really work. Personally, I started getting awful acid reflux… which probably isn’t the best thing when potentially you’re gonna be sucking on cock all night.
To be fair, on a Monday, you’re probably not sucking cock all night. Most Mondays I worked, if four men came in from the hours of 8–3, it was a good night. Generally, it’d be one or two. Obviously, fewer girls work on the quiet nights, but if one or two guys came in, only one or two girls got work (unless someone wanted a Monday night orgy — rare but not unheard of). OR if all the guys who came in had the same taste, one girl might have a great night while the rest of us sit on the sofas, checking our phones, reading our books, or sneaking off to the changing room when our takeaway pizza arrives.
I’d always hope that the men coming in were into “bigger” girls (after all, I am a size 14 so I was considered a fetish in a brothel 👀). Or guys into British girls. Basically, find your niche and push it… mine was “big” and British. If two friends came in and they talked to your friend, she might get you over to chat and hook you up.
Ultimately, a Monday in a brothel went like this… five girls sat around a dimly lit room chatting, drinking a Prosseco, or watching YouTube videos until intermittently the doorbell rings. Even then, most of the time it would be a pizza guy.
I would say it’s a bit disheartening waiting around for 8/10 hours earning potentially no money… but also, I’d try to remember how much I earned over the weekend and be happy to give my fanny a rest! 😂