Re: Why WL's become WL's
Chelsea,
A lovely, down to earth, beautiful and kind lady.
This is her story:
At the age of 27 I was a single mother of 3 beautiful children. One of my children suffered from illness and was in and out of hospital care.
I had a limited education and had been married and had my first child at the age of 17, so I really had no way of getting a ‘normal’ job. Employers weren’t interested in a mother who had a sickly child and needed to be off work regularly to care for him.
I started work for an escort agency in Christchurch NZ. I will never forget my first booking. It was more like a doctor’s examination. Horrible bright lights and what could only be described as an operating table. It was just awful. Needless to say I quit that night.
My next move was to answer an advertisement in the paper. This is when I met “Betty”, one of the oldest Madams in New Zealand. She was in her 60’s and operated her agency from her own home. In those days prostitution and gambling were illegal practices.
“Betty” was very big on making sure her Ladies were properly prepared for the sex industry and I spent 3 nights in training with one of “Betty’s” top ladies. Whilst working with her she taught me things I had only ever fantasised about. I was a fast learner and quickly learned the art of teasing and pleasing.
Part of my training involved how to take good care of my body, how to dress appropriately and also how to defend myself. I found the defence training scary, exhilarating and to a degree liberating. Being a petite size 8 and quite shy the dangerous positions we found ourselves in really instilled fear in me. I learnt how to disable an attacker quickly and this gave me a new found confidence. I have educated my own daughter in the same self-defence tactics.
I was now ready, strong and confident in myself.
“Betty’s” agency was humming. She even ran illegal card games which drew in the rich, the famous and of course the bad boys. Sometimes we would head out to the International Fishing Boats and bring them back to party at “Betty’s”. The way things worked at “Betty’s” was she would charge a party fee and once the gentlemen and the Ladies were in a room it was our body our prices.
Whilst working at “Betty’s” I was also stripping. I was asked by a client to appear at his new club, the first of its kind in Christchurch. I loved to dance and I was great at it. Back then it wasn’t just jiggling on a pole, it was fully choreographed, with gorgeous costumes and it was a true tease. I cut back my shifts at “Betty’s and began dancing 3 nights a week.
I was that devoted I decked out my garage to work on my routines and invested some of my money in costumes. My daughter (then 5) used to love to join me and we would dance the afternoon away together. This came to an abrupt end when I attended her Sunday school Christmas recital, my gosh she danced like a stripper, so the garage was converted to a playroom and for practising ballet and tap dancing.
3 years passed, my kids were getting older and I knew it was time to leave the club scene and go back under-ground. The guy I had worked for at the club was one of the “bad boys” I mentioned earlier and he had bought a parlour. Because he was a notorious criminal he was constantly receiving the attention of the police and he couldn’t get a license for the parlour, so the parlour was set up in my name. I worked the floor but was constantly harassed by the police, even receiving a few smacks in the mouth from one officer in particular. The police were determined to have my licence revoked and I wasn’t going to have my children subjected to that, so I left the industry and spent my savings furthering my education.
For 9 years I worked in telecommunications and still attended college working towards my certificate in Adult Education. I began working with problem youth in the classroom, I did this for a year, preparing them for entry into the work-force. A position I loved.
By now my children were all grown up and living their own life adventures. Then 10 years ago I met the man of my dreams and I moved towns to live with him. We started our own company and built an amazing life together (so I thought). We married, worked hard together towards our dream and I was blessed with 2 adorable grand-daughters. Then my life crashed, my husband was cheating on me and emotionally abusing me, even throwing my past in my face.
Unfortunately there was more heartbreak to come.
I received a call from my son, begging me to come to Christchurch hospital, his baby girl was sick and fighting for her life. I had only seen her a couple of days before, a normal, bouncy, happy, giggling 14 month old bundle of energy. 4 hours later I walked into the paediatric intensive care, into the arms of my son and beautiful daughter-in-law, sitting by an incubator with a baby I didn’t recognise. There was no happy chubby baby, but this tiny wee girl with tubes in her nose, drips in her head and feet and she wasn’t moving or opening her eyes.
A nurse asked us to to go into the parents room as a doctor needed to talk with us. I remember the room was beautiful, with a window overlooking the river. The sun was shining and I recall thinking “What a beautiful day”. 2 doctors walked in and we could see in their faces the news was bad.
Our wee girl had a rare genetic disease which had caused extensive damage to her internal organs. She would need medication for the rest of her life, she will need a transplant, she will live in constant pain, eventually go blind and spend a lot of time in hospital. I watched my son and my daughter-in-law collapse in grief and all I could do was hold them while trying to contain my own grief until later.
Decisions were made, they needed help and support, so I packed up their house and picked up their oldest daughter and headed south. Mum, Dad and baby followed soon after. The baby had a plug inserted into her tummy so medications could be constantly be administered intravenously.
It’s been 3 years, my marriage is over and my husband rorted me. So I’m back in the industry, stronger and wiser, I needed to finance a good divorce lawyer, somewhere to live (to gather my strength) and to help my son and his family financially. My son works hard, every hour he can, my daughter-in-laws time constantly utilised caring for my sick grand daughter who is now at school.
She loves school but has difficulty, being the size of the average 2 year old, is nearly totally blind and finds walking so painful we are in the process of having a special wheel chair made for her. She is strong willed and feisty and to her this is normal life. I can never kiss her because any small bug has the potential of sending her into the arms of the Angels.
So why am I working in the sex industry?
I want to work on the mines, which I am working towards every day. I’ve managed to set up home here in WA and I send every dollar I can back home to help my beautiful grand-daughter. I am also supporting an expensive lawyer back home.
While I’m waiting for that call to get me in the mines, I’m working here at Langtrees. The cougar on the floor. I may not have youth but I
have experience, knowledge and determination. I am thankful to be working at Langtrees. I have met some amazing Ladies from all over the world. The support I have received from great receptionists, management and support staff has far exceeded all my expectations.
.... oh and you can surf at the mines... right?