prostitution and running a common bawdy house.
Staceyâs time to work in the escort service arrived in early July. Kenny came to the apartment to get her and then drove to a small older home in the South end of Dartmouth. Staceyâs image of where and how prostitutes worked changed the second she saw the old gray house that served as a brothel and escort service. She had expected to be in a plush apartment with a well-stocked bar. She thought she would sip Champaign and wait until well-dressed customers came to her. The escort service was about as far from plush as you could get and still have a roof over your head. The run down old house needed a paint job both outside and in. When Stacey walked in the first thing she saw was a filthy, tattered old sofa that had been shoved up against the wall in the entry hallway. A girl about Staceyâs age sat silently in the middle of the sofa and paid not attention as Stacey walked in with Kenny. The girl didnât smile, she didnât even bother to look up. It was as though sheâd been shoved there along with the beat-up old piece of furniture.
The hallway opened on one side to a large room that probably had served as a family room when the building had been a home. Now the room was an office with a desk, a phone, some cabinets and a couple of chairs. The man seated at the desk looked up when Stacey walked in, his eyes skirting past her to Kenny who walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. Kenny and the man spoke briefly, and then Kenny gave Stacey a kiss and promised he would be back later. Stacey sat next to the young girl on the sofa and waited for the man to call on her. Kenny had already explained the workings of the house to her.
Clients calling the escort service could ask to have a girl come to them or they could arrange to come to the house to meet with a girl in the private bedroom at the end of the hall. Inside the bedroom there was a single bed, a night table with a lamp on top, and a small waste basket. The night table had one drawer; inside were an assortment of condoms. The waste basket beside the bed was half filled with discarded condoms and their wrappers. Stacey would not be asked to leave the house on her first night. She was there for in service customers only, as part of the deal Kenny made with the owner. On that first night Stacey had either oral or straight sex with four different men. Two of those men promised they would be back to see her again. Stacey was polite to the men and while she did not like what she was doing she was proud of herself for having the nerve to do it. She couldnât wait to swap stories with Rachel when she returned to the apartment.
Kenny returned to the Escort Service shortly after midnight. The old man behind the desk opened a cash box and pulled out an envelope which he handed to Kenny without comment. Stacey pulled herself up from the uncomfortable sofa and silently followed him outside. Back in the car Kenny kissed her and asked how it went. Stacey told him it was okay but Kenny wasnât really listening. He was busy opening the envelope and counting out just over two hundred dollars stuffed inside. He pulled out twenty and gave it to Stacey.
âJust in case you want to get some cigarettes or something. Iâll keep the rest for the trip. Two or three more shifts and you wonât have to go back there any more.â
Stacey sat quietly in the car as Kenny headed back to her apartment. She didnât really want to go back to the old man and his dirty little house but she was happy Kenny knew it was just a temporary thing. She was sure Kenny would understand when she told him she would never go back to the service after they returned from Toronto. Kenny may have known that was what Stacey wanted but it was not what he had planned for his new recruit.
In the days that followed Stacey could detect a slight change in the way Kenny treated her. He was still attentive and still
Staceyâs time to work in the escort service arrived in early July. Kenny came to the apartment to get her and then drove to a small older home in the South end of Dartmouth. Staceyâs image of where and how prostitutes worked changed the second she saw the old gray house that served as a brothel and escort service. She had expected to be in a plush apartment with a well-stocked bar. She thought she would sip Champaign and wait until well-dressed customers came to her. The escort service was about as far from plush as you could get and still have a roof over your head. The run down old house needed a paint job both outside and in. When Stacey walked in the first thing she saw was a filthy, tattered old sofa that had been shoved up against the wall in the entry hallway. A girl about Staceyâs age sat silently in the middle of the sofa and paid not attention as Stacey walked in with Kenny. The girl didnât smile, she didnât even bother to look up. It was as though sheâd been shoved there along with the beat-up old piece of furniture.
The hallway opened on one side to a large room that probably had served as a family room when the building had been a home. Now the room was an office with a desk, a phone, some cabinets and a couple of chairs. The man seated at the desk looked up when Stacey walked in, his eyes skirting past her to Kenny who walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. Kenny and the man spoke briefly, and then Kenny gave Stacey a kiss and promised he would be back later. Stacey sat next to the young girl on the sofa and waited for the man to call on her. Kenny had already explained the workings of the house to her.
Clients calling the escort service could ask to have a girl come to them or they could arrange to come to the house to meet with a girl in the private bedroom at the end of the hall. Inside the bedroom there was a single bed, a night table with a lamp on top, and a small waste basket. The night table had one drawer; inside were an assortment of condoms. The waste basket beside the bed was half filled with discarded condoms and their wrappers. Stacey would not be asked to leave the house on her first night. She was there for in service customers only, as part of the deal Kenny made with the owner. On that first night Stacey had either oral or straight sex with four different men. Two of those men promised they would be back to see her again. Stacey was polite to the men and while she did not like what she was doing she was proud of herself for having the nerve to do it. She couldnât wait to swap stories with Rachel when she returned to the apartment.
Kenny returned to the Escort Service shortly after midnight. The old man behind the desk opened a cash box and pulled out an envelope which he handed to Kenny without comment. Stacey pulled herself up from the uncomfortable sofa and silently followed him outside. Back in the car Kenny kissed her and asked how it went. Stacey told him it was okay but Kenny wasnât really listening. He was busy opening the envelope and counting out just over two hundred dollars stuffed inside. He pulled out twenty and gave it to Stacey.
âJust in case you want to get some cigarettes or something. Iâll keep the rest for the trip. Two or three more shifts and you wonât have to go back there any more.â
Stacey sat quietly in the car as Kenny headed back to her apartment. She didnât really want to go back to the old man and his dirty little house but she was happy Kenny knew it was just a temporary thing. She was sure Kenny would understand when she told him she would never go back to the service after they returned from Toronto. Kenny may have known that was what Stacey wanted but it was not what he had planned for his new recruit.
In the days that followed Stacey could detect a slight change in the way Kenny treated her. He was still attentive and still
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