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Case Studies in Modern Life - 10. Waiting for Business

This is another adult story with adult language, but not adult scenes this time.

June 1994

 

Calvin lay back on the sofa and flicked through a copy of Gay Times magazine. This copy was months old and he’d read it when it first came out, but he was bored and there was nothing else to do. He hated working the afternoon sessions, business was always slow, but Essex Brian insisted that they all take a turn at it. This afternoon was his turn.

He was in the “lounge”, the room with the window where customers could view them and pick which one they wanted, with Hitch, Spanish Juan, and Pete (Not any of their real names, but then Calvin wasn’t his real name either). The four of them were just lounging around, the television on in the background, but the room was mostly in silence. He didn’t really know the other three, and it seemed the others felt the same, so no one was talking.

When a customer did come in, Essex Brian would ring a bell, all of them would jump into their respective poses and wait. When the customer had made his choice, Essex Brian would call out the “lucky” guy’s name and he’d go off with the customer to one of the private rooms. So far there had only been three customers that afternoon, and only one had wanted Calvin, a businessman in his fifties with bad breath.

The brothel he worked in was in the basement of an Earls Court town house. It was a basic layout, a tiny reception area, with a security camera; the “lounge”; five of the private rooms; a tiny shower room, where they cleaned up after each customer: an equally tiny kitchen that hardly anyone used, and all of it painted in pale blue and cream. It was nothing like the Paris brothels he seen in films, as a kid, but it was a job. The rest of the house was the home of Scots Brian and Essex Brian, the two queens who ran the brothel, though it did mean at least one of them was always around.

When he’d come to London, two years ago, the only work he found was bar work, he wasn’t qualified for anything else. After eighteen months for long hours, rude drinkers, managers who groped him and ones that even expected regular sex just so he could keep his job, he was fed up of it all. It was a one-night-stand that led to his change in career. He’d slept with Carl, a gregarious brunette, two weeks before Carl left London for Australia. Carl had been working in the brothel and told him that he’d be great for it. Calvin reasoned that he probably would: he was young, blonde, attractive, versatile, and a bit of a slut. It couldn’t be any worse than bar work.

His “interview” with Scots Brian had been easy if a little strange. It had been in Scots Brian’s little office, in the upstairs flat, which was decorated in grey and red stripped wallpaper. Scots Brian had quizzed him about his sex life and got him to strip naked, which Calvin actually found erotic in such a strange setting, even though Scots Brian didn’t touch him. Once he was dressed again, they discussed his rates of pay and what was expected of him. That was it; he was a sex worker in a male brothel.

Quickly he grew to realise that working in a brothel wasn’t the debauched orgy that the few porn videos he’d seen made it out to be. In reality, it was dull and monotonous work. When the brothel was busy, weekends and evenings, it was a non-stop round of mediocre or bad sex; when the work was slow, like today, it was mind-numbingly dull. The brothel’s owners were just as unpredictable. Scots Brian was friendly and chatty to your face, but bitchy and negative behind your back. He never seemed to have a good word to say about anyone. Essex Brian ran the brothel like he was some tyrannical school teacher, snapping at them and bossing them around like they were still school kids who couldn’t be trusted to behave.

The worst part was the sex, it was so dull and repetitive. He was short and blonde, “boyish” Scots Brian called him, and men only seemed to want to fuck him. He’d prided himself on his versatility, not being stuck to only one role like so many men he met, but at the brothel there was none of that. When it was busy he’d seem to spend most of the evening with his face pushed into a pillow, often counting down the moments until it was over. On quiet days the boredom would make him boil with frustration, which was rarely relieved by the few customers. This disillusion with sex was now over flowing into his own life, often now he found the sex he had outside of work didn’t fulfil him either.

The metallic bell sounded in the room, the warning that there was finally a customer in the brothel. Calvin quickly assumed his usual pose: stretched out on the sofa, his right leg bent and pushing his groin forward in his tight jeans, his right hand lifting up his tee shirt and exposing his flat stomach. He did this every time and then waited for the result. Hopefully the customer would pick him, because even bad sex was better than this boredom.

He’d never have thought, before coming to work here, that being a male whore in a brothel could be so boring.

Copyright © 2018 Drew Payne; All Rights Reserved.
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You paint a vibrant picture very few actually see; the boredom and grey of Calvin’s existence is unexpected. What would have to occur to change his path? 

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That was what I got from reading that article, years ago, the boredom of just sitting around and waiting for business, and it struck me that's never been the image of working in this business.

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I felt a parallel in this story centering on the boredom with sex  I was a certified slut at university feeling any weekend I didn't get laid at least twice was a disaster. This continued after graduation until I finally was sick of one-night stands, anonymous men and lonely weekdays. It was boring!  I then decided to 'keep it in my pants' and started working on friendships, real people who I knew by name.  It paid off nicely.

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18 hours ago, LD Stratton said:

I felt a parallel in this story centering on the boredom with sex  I was a certified slut at university feeling any weekend I didn't get laid at least twice was a disaster. This continued after graduation until I finally was sick of one-night stands, anonymous men and lonely weekdays. It was boring!  I then decided to 'keep it in my pants' and started working on friendships, real people who I knew by name.  It paid off nicely.

The inspiration for this story was a newspaper article, I read years ago, about the realities of working in a London Gay Brothel. And the thing that struck me was the boredom of it all. At the time too, there were a lot of gay porn stories about how "exciting" being a prostitute and working in a brothel was. I wanted the write about the reality here, but it isn't the only time I'd written about sex becoming boring. It fascinates me how that can happen.

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