I spent a morning with a call girl and how I got to know more about the lives they live and how closely they feel it.
So, I was coming back from work and it was quite late at night; 3:30 am probably.
A girl came running to me asking if I can book a cab for her, I said okay and started looking for the cab. There came a guy following her and the girl asked me to help her as the guy was forecfully asking her to stay in the house. It didn’t look like a family or personal issue and she was continuously speaking to a guy over the phone and was narrating everything happening and when I spoke that guy over the phone it was clear to me that she was a call girl and that guy disconnected the call and when I again called that number, it was switched off. I somehow managed to convince the guy to let her go and we were waiting for the cab to arrive and we’re sitting at the tea stall with tea and cigarette in our hands and we had a chat about this and that. This write-up is how I sum up the whole conversation.
I’m a sex worker.
I’m a prostitute and people say ill about me. For them, I’m not a good person to talk to. I am someone with low social stature. I am someone who breaks home.
Well, I’m not here to justify myself but I’m the reason behind many Men’s happiness. When men get frustrated and all what they desperately want is a ‘cunt’, they come to me. I satisfy them and stop potential rapes. You, highly respected women, owe a lot to me.
You might be a writer, a painter, a businessman, an accountant or a lawyer. You charge for the services you provide to your clients and customers. You sell your talent. I have a body to offer and I serve it to my customers. They enjoy it and I satisfy them. That’s my talent and I charge for it. How come that makes me different from you? How come I don’t deserve to be treated with equal respect?
There are women who are in a relationship and need to offer their body to their partners, every night. Some are even forced when they deny it. I, for a change, choose my customers. The only difference between me and them is of a label.
Yes, I am a sex worker.