Misadventures in The Sex Trade

He seemed genuinely excited and fretted like a schoolboy at how it would turn out. Steven chose an older woman because he felt he couldn’t handle someone like, Candy 21-year-old brunette, tall, busty, oral, call outs only with confidence. Steven found it curious (and so do I) that a community newspaper, which included Lisa’s advertisement and hundreds of others and so confidently offer a glimpse of the sex trade. Who are using all of these prostitutes and why? When you consider the moral outrage that brothels and prostitutes enflame it’s difficult to comprehend how page after page of sex for sale in a community newspaper are printed week after week, without a hint of the moral panic. The ads work and the boundaries between advantage and disadvantage are blurred!

*The following is based on an interview with Steven.

It was raining and Steve watched her as her distorted image through the door’s frosted glass enlarged. They greeted each other cordially and Steven saw a figure at the top of the stairs watching her. She walked in and went straight into the lounge room and then ambled about poking in and around the flat’s rooms. Steven was nervous because he didn’t wasn’t aware of the rules of transaction. She sat down and removed from her bag a portable credit card facilitator (instant office just add sex). Steven gave her his card and she crunched the document slide back and forth. He signed; she stood up and took off her black coat. Steve thought she was about fifty or even sixty years old. In the romantic light that Steven had engineered she looked warm and welcoming. She was blonde well dressed with a trim figure. She motioned for the festivities to start.

Steve said. ‘She must have had another job on,’

Steven undressed quickly and climbed into bed as Lisa removed her clothes and folded them neatly in the corner. Her breasts hung low over her pale aged body. She had blonde hair and her body was sparsely decorated with odd-looking tattoos. Steven told me she reminded him of Orwell’s Winston Smith having sex with the Proll prostitute. She slid into his bed and immediately went to work. She was extremely generous with her fondles and caresses. Steven rolled onto his back as she roughly placed the condom with her mouth. It was painful but pleasant. Steven said he was happy just to have sex. She stopped and they caressed each other into a hug where Steven was able to see for the first time her face at close range. She looked old and very tired. However, this did not stop him from wanting her.

Lisa slid backwards and drew him deeper into her. She sighed loudly and Steven was happily relieved. He finished quickly and rolled away in deep satisfaction. She said that he still had ten more minutes but Steven said he just wanted to lie there. He was quiet and she was quiet. Steven rolled onto his side and he held onto her. After she left he slept soundly until 3 am. He gorged on left over pizza and watched TV until the sun came up.

Even though he paid two hundred and fifty dollars for the less than forty-five minutes promised Steven said he was content. Steven had decided to make it a routine fixture in his schedule and was going to set aside twenty dollars per week to pay for it. The experience was gratifying and even though his feelings were predominantly ambiguous about Lisa’s choices he did feel that there was a mutual exchange. Both of their life circumstances were coloured by imposed choices and those made with apparent autonomy.