I WAS A PROSTITUTE!
One hot summer night in Albuquerque. August 1999. My lover had moved to Los Angeles in June. I had no desire to go. I had bought a home, had a great job and lot's of fabulous friends. My favorite bar was called "The Rear Entry". And it was just that. The bar had no front door so you could only enter thru the rear. It would be only a few months before I would meet Bobby at The Rear. Ten years later we would be headed to Delaware in a 26 foot Pensky Truck. Best friends not lovers. Anymore. What began at the rear entry became the passage way to a life long friendship. More tales for yet another day.
I had often wondered what it was like for those guys that hung out in the alley next to the rear,
Sometimes I would sit in my car and watch. It was always the older men. They were the ones that would come out of the rear, drive down the alley and let someone in their car. I was fascinated. How much did it cost? What did they talk about? Did they do it in the car or go to a motel?
Sooooo on that hot August night 1999 I decided to find out. I dressed in my shortest shorts a sleazy tank top and clogs. 5 inch heels. I was fabulous.
I drove to the rear.
In my RV.
I really did not want to end up in some seedy hotel. Have mattress will travel. I parked across the street and walked down to the alley. Four. That was my competition. I asked how it was goin'. Only one of the four answered. Slow. They weren't very friendly. Until a car drove up. Then they turned on the charm. I watched and learned. I got picked up. I had overheard the other "hustlers" discussing price so I knew what to charge. At the time I thought he was really old but he was probably late 40's. Did I know of a place near by? That was the first question. I certainly did. Money talk decided then silence until we got to the RV. I had had my share of one night stands but this was so different. I think it was the money. Money changes everything. I believe that for those quick 20 minutes he felt like he owned me. I felt owned. One hundred dollars for twenty minutes. Not bad for 99. He left. I had had enough. I showered and changed and then entered thru the rear. Again. I was a male prostitute. For one night only.