I rolled up to work one Friday morning to find Ivy standing at the back door. In true Ivy style, she was holding a 6 pack of Pure Blondes and she was ready for a day full of work and a night full of low carbohydrate beverages. I was tired and I couldn’t be bothered moving but I had a brothel that needed to be in some kind of order before boss lady rolls up at around midday. One of my biggest fears is the dark (I know; I’m a total fucking baby). So I wouldn’t open up “the shop” as we called it until someone was there with me. Ivy would always walk in before me because I’d much rather watch her get slaughtered by the bad guys waiting for us inside. It never happened, though...... Instead, we were always just greeted by Mango the brothel cat. Mango greeted us as usual and we had a quick snuggle while I picked up towels from the girls room. It wasn’t strange for the girls to leave the place looking like a bomb site from the night before.
Mango was the best colleague ever. He kept me company when my friends were in bookings and when the phones were quiet, I’d chat away to him. A lot of the girls would stay the night if they worked till the end of the night shift so usually, of a morning, I’d have at least four or five girls ready to work. For some reason, today was different. It was really quiet. I had only Ivy working and that had never happened before. I had managed to clean the joint up while Ivy was in and out of “blow n go” bookings and like clockwork.... boss lady rolled up at 12. I was behind the counter and Ivy was in a twenty minute booking that was nearly finished. I was sitting there scribbling some shit on a bit of paper pretending to be busy. I am not sure if I had mentioned this earlier but at this particular brothel, the reception area doubled as a bar. A bar that only sold soft drinks as alcohol is prohibited in Victorian brothels. I poured myself a sly Cola and sipped away while I continued to do sweet fuck all. Patricia was fluffing around the reception and I wasn’t paying much attention to her until I felt her eyes burning through me. I glanced over with hesitation. “What the fuck are these?” She asked me, gritted teeth and all. She has spotted the beers chilling in the bar fridge. “Um. They’re Ivy’s” I felt shit. I had ratted her in but in my defence, I didn’t know the dumb ass put her fucking beers in the fridge. A big NO NO. Just as I started having heart palpitations, Ivy was saying goodbye to her client. Before I could warn her about the Boss lady’s wrath, Patricia stormed over to her. “Why the fuck do you have beers in the fridge!???” Boss lady was pissed off something shocking. “Umm... to keep them cold?” Ivy responded. She wasn’t playing dumb, either, she just really wanted cold beers. I could have face palmed myself through the wall. Ivy, you dickhead. “Get out. Grab your shit and get the fuck out.” Patricia shouted at her. Ivy glanced over at me and we had an intense stare off for what felt like 10 minutes. It was probably only about 5 seconds. I didn’t really know what to do or what to say. Off Ivy went to the girls room and I could hear her packing her stuff. You could have cut the tension with a knife. Patricia charges out the back to have a smoke so I darted into the girls room. As soon as Ivy and I made eye contact, we burst out laughing. We were in fucking hysterics. Ivy was almost fully packed by the time we got it together. I’m thinking “holy shit... I’m going to miss this girl! How will I go on?” It felt like a breakup. I don’t deal with heartbreak too well. And then, all of a sudden, my loyalty kicked in. As it always does without fail. I turned to my locker, grabbed my bag out and threw it over my shoulder. “Fuck this joint...let’s get the fuck out of here.” I was confident in my decision to stick by my friend. Ivy smiled and nodded in agreement. Patricia walked in and noticed we were both ready to go. “You’re leaving as well?” “Yep! Bye!” I was smug as fuck. We walked out never to return. I won’t lie. I missed the place as soon as I walked out. Loyalty, though. Loyalty. We drove around the corner and met at the local Cafe. One of us had just been sacked and one of us had just walked off the job in the name of friendship. We stayed quiet because I think we were both in shock. It was funny at the time but then it became reality. We were now jobless. We promptly grabbed our phones out of our bags and began searching places. “You ever been into the Fetish house?” Knowing Ivy had a pretty big hooker resume at this point, I thought for sure she would have. “Nup. Wanna go?” She looked up from her phone and smirked. “Yup!” I didn’t hesitate. Though I did wonder what the smirk was about. “Call them...” she egged me on. This was the game changer.