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Strangebuddy
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There was an interesting article on Cracked a while back where a brothel worker talked about what life was like for her. Short version: most of the clients were fairly respectful, she met a lot of nice interesting people, she only would go to the town when she had to since most of the town people and the county's sherif were assholes (for example, there were all sorts of laws and curfews which specifically targeted her and her coworkers).
However, not all of them were bad. She actually wrote at length about a nice group of church volunteers who would run errands for them, give them baked goods, be a shoulder to cry on, or just give them someone to talk to that wasn't a John or a coworker.
So my thought was,what if one of the volunteers, who had been doing this for a while, suddenly meets a new girl who is just her type? Or what if their own sex life was dead in the water and one of the brothel workers she meets with has had a few candid conversations about how much she loves having sex with women.
So one day, she visits the brothel, a few hundred dollars crumpled in her pocket and she goes to the brothel, wanting to hire a girl or two for an hour but not sure if she can go through with it.
However, not all of them were bad. She actually wrote at length about a nice group of church volunteers who would run errands for them, give them baked goods, be a shoulder to cry on, or just give them someone to talk to that wasn't a John or a coworker.
So my thought was,what if one of the volunteers, who had been doing this for a while, suddenly meets a new girl who is just her type? Or what if their own sex life was dead in the water and one of the brothel workers she meets with has had a few candid conversations about how much she loves having sex with women.
So one day, she visits the brothel, a few hundred dollars crumpled in her pocket and she goes to the brothel, wanting to hire a girl or two for an hour but not sure if she can go through with it.