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How I Got Started – Part 3

Now, where was I?  Oh yes, the yellow newpapers, FreeAds or something lke that.  So there they were at the back, the ads – under the heading, ‘Massage’ .  Not many adverts, strangely enough,  just  two ladies and a massage parlour which seemed to send ladies out on appointments too. The reason why there werent many ads will be come clear.

So I put an ad in the paper.  In those days, you didnt have access to the net like you do now.  Gosh that sounds like hundreds of years ago doesnt it?  Actually it was only in 1995,.   I was clueless on how to do this, no websites to look to for help.  No-one to talk to about it – I told absolutely  no-one.

It amazes me, when I look back, at the risks I took.  Giving out my address to anyone who called!!!  In my defence, I was green around the gills and knew no better, perhaps a little too trusting as well.

Well,  no sooner had my ad gone in than the calls started.  I had a separate land line installed as I didnt have a mobile phone and I thought it looked more professional and reassuring :)  Mobile phones were a new entity and some people didnt trust the use of them.  It used to be a joke that only stock brokers and hookers had mobile phones.

So the calls came and they all asked for details (some still do to this day and I know right away that the person is a timewaster.  My website could not possibly provide you with any more detail so it really is a pointless question).  But thats now, lets go back to then.

Details, details, details.  What to say?  The first few callers, well they must have thought I was demented; “Details? Oh I dont know, Im not sure about that”  I thought they meant details about ‘it’ you know, what we would do. Hehehe.  Anyway, they wanted details about me. Dress size, hair colour measurements and fees, that sort of thing.  You soon perfect a little routine though and the trick then is to not let it sound practised or boring.

Lots of strange ones called – they tend to when you make your number public; heavy breathers, pervs and some nasty guys too.  Luckily my first encounter wasnt nasty, he was a very nice man and  he became a regular client  for a couple of years until I retired.

Nastiness, I guess is a part of (some) human nature, rough with the smooth and all that.  But I guess the very secretive nature of this business attracts some particularly sick puppies and very nasty people. You have to learn to protect yourself from all that, and you do learn.  Very quickly.  It helps to share info with other ladies and if I had known any, I would have found out that the massage parlour in Plymouth was hell-bent on systematically putting every independent lady within a 10 mile radius out of business – by foul means not fair….