I was in a bar one night having a few drinks and seeing my friend, Prova. (See: Prova – 2015 to Present – Glow of the Sun) I was giving out free tanning cards to the girls working behind the bar, and I gave one to Pamela.
About a month or so later she came into the salon with the card I had given her. She seemed a little crazy. Just fussing over her face in the mirror and chattering about her job.
I take her back to the best bed in the house and show her how the bed works. She seems really into tanning. She’s excited to have a session in the best bed in the house.
When she’s finished she comes out and says she loved it and is going to buy a package. (The Free Tan Cards really work!)
She starts telling me how she’s going to see this guy she met on Tinder in New York. I tell her to be careful, and to let a friend know when she’s going, where she’s going and how long she’s supposed to be there.
Then she shocks me that she’s going there because the guy is paying her.
“Yea. I’m kind of a sugarbaby.”
She went on to tell me about how she has a guy in Florida that pays her $2000 to come down for the weekend. He flies her in and pays her $2000 cash twice a month. She showed me a picture of him on her phone and he’s a fat half Asian, half Hispanic guy. He’s probably an IT computer guy with lots of money and no game. But hey, if he’s willing to pay…
“Do you think I’m a prostitute?”
Technically, what she’s doing is prostitution, but we’re at the salon and she’s a paying client with a premium package.
“No. You’re an adult and you can do what you like, Pam.”
“Ok. I just don’t want you to think I’m a whore.”
“You’re fine. Pam. No worries.”
“I just got this new phone. Do you have a charger?”
“Can you charge my phone while I go tan?”
“Sure.” She hands me the phone and I plug it in. I notice that there is no code to lock the phone. “Pam, you should put a code on this phone to protect people from looking at your stuff.”
“I don’t care if you peek.” She gives me a sly smile and heads back to the room.
Should I go through her phone and look at her pics?
Of course not! That’s an invasion of privacy. I’m employed here to protect my clients and take care of them.
Did I go look at her pics once she was back in the room?
Of course I did. She did say that she didn’t mind if I peeked.
So I looked.
There were many nude photos of Pam, of a graphic sexual nature. It was exciting to see her nude, but it was also a little gross.
When she came out of her session, she came to the counter to retrieve her phone.
“I put it in Airplane Mode. It charges twice as fast.”
“Thanks.” She gave me an approving smile. She knows I looked at her pics.
On another occasion, she was in room #10 at our old location, and I was next door in room #11 doing a demonstration for a woman who wanted to get a spray tan. Pamela must have heard my voice and opens the door of her room, and asks for an additional towel.
She was topless.
I hate my job.
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