The White Board

    My name was up on the board for a different reason tonight. Generally it’s cause I’m in the top 5 list for call backs, but tonight when I dropped off my fees there was this big long message, then my name, and two other names. One of my clients names popped out at me too...

    “What’s this all about?” I asked the receptionist as I approached the white board. 

    “Oh yeah, he was one of your regulars wasn’t he?” 

    “Well kind of, I saw him every day for a week, then I’d had enough, so I left town.” I told her. He was this guy. Brad. I had already noticed that he was in the corner under the Do Not See list. (Lots of guys get black listed for being idiots, but then there’s the really black list where clients get violent.) 

     The message on the board went on to say that he choked out one of our girls. I kind of don’t know where to go with this. The guy was weird. I knew that. I spent hours with him every day for a week, but it got to the point where I just couldn’t take him any more, and so I actually left town. The money was too good to say no to, so I made myself unavailable. I made so much money off him. All of the girls did. 

    He would talk about his drinking, and the volume at which he could consume. It was enormous, and I believed him. He did lie about a lot of things though. Like I say, he was weird. He never drank around me though, for which I am now eternally grateful. Apparently that’s when he got violent. 

    Once he got comfortable with me he told me he liked bondage, but nothing any further, he wasn’t a sadist. I wouldn’t let him tie me up, but I would hold on to a face cloth, and pretend that my wrists were bound by it. 

    Our receptionist told me that he had flipped out on one of the other girls because, “He’d given her all this money, now she owed him. She should do whatever he wanted!” This man would terrify me if he got angry with me. He was a big guy, and ex-military. He was always very very respectful to me though.

    So how do I feel? I don’t know. Part of it doesn’t phase me too much. I am not naive. I work in a high risk industry, and bad shit happens. You’d be a fool to think that didn’t. So I'm not going to lose my shit over this, or quit or anything, but you know that feeling where you missed your bus that ended up getting in a car accident... That’s how I feel. Lucky. I’m glad I left town. I’m glad I trusted my gut.