Exclusive interview with Nina: how did she become a sex worker and why? Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Nina hasn't had an easy life since she was a little girl. Her mother didn't like her, drove her out of the home and her father died. So she lived with her grandparents. Life in Moravia seemed small to her and she longed for an independent world. She decided to go to Prague to her friend who worked in a night club. How did she lose her virginity there? And how did the men treat her? And why do sexy costumes play a big role in this business? Nina talked about that too.
What's your life story? What brought you to this job?
It all started after I moved to Prague. This is about 15 years ago. I had a secure job here, but it was poorly paid by Prague standards. So I wasn't able to cover the rent. So I had a choice, either return to Moravia, where I did not want to return under any circumstances, or look for a better paid job. At that moment I realized that my childhood friend was working in Prague in a nightclub. I called her and told her about the situation, that I was looking for a job and if I could live with her for a while. The answer was that living there was no problem, but only if I worked like her. I agreed without hesitation. Only there was one catch, I was still a virgin at the time (19 years old).
So what happened next?
The first night my friend introduced me to the bartender and the other girls. The owner wasn't there. She showed me the bar, the three rooms and explained how everything worked - prices, drinks, cleaning and room preparation. Each room had clean towels, sheets, tissues, condoms and windshield candy. She then showed me where used linens go, how the lights work (red and UV), water beds, security bells if a client was aggressive, etc. She warned me that the class starts when I arrive in the room and that after 55 minutes the bartender knocks on the door saying that the last 5 minutes are running and I must leave the room by then or I will be fined. I then got a quick briefing from introducing myself to the client to the event itself. She explained how to use lube, condoms and demonstrated everything I needed to know and know on the dildo she bought me at the sex shop that night. It was comical, yet we still remember "my first time" to this day, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Anyway, during our instruction, the bell rang and we had to go to the bar. I started to get nervous, but a few shots of slivovitz steadied me. He was a regular client of a friend. She said he drinks a lot, isn't extra equipped, comes to the room socially tired, and falls asleep many times. For my beginning brand ideal. Okay, another shot of slivovitz, inhale, exhale, and we went to introduce my little one. The client was thrilled, he liked me. A smiling, slim brunette with a firm body, alabaster skin, a Moravian accent and a virgin. He couldn't have asked for a better combination for the price of 2500 CZK per hour. But I wasn't so enthusiastic. In front of me stood a thin, shrunken, cigarette and vodka-soaked 60-year-old gentleman who could barely keep his balance and eyes open, but all that was running through my head were thoughts of money, nothing more. In the first few minutes in the room, I tried to practice my newly acquired skills and as instructed before the actual act, I applied lubricating gel to my palm. On my friend's recommendation, a lot of gel, she said so that it wouldn't hurt, so I filled my palm to the top (laughs). It must be obvious to most that despite that much gel, a few rubber inches, and the client's severe social fatigue, nothing could logically happen.
So you didn't lose your virginity?
Technically no (laughs), but it was my first sexual experience, I wasn't sure of anything. The next day a friend introduced me to the owner of the club. He was happy to have a new face in the club. But his enthusiasm passed as soon as my friend told him that I was going as a virgin to a room at the standard price. He nearly flew out of his skin, because on the market, sex with a virgin ranged from 100 thousand crowns and up! He asked me who I was rooming with and how the hour went, if that was really what happened. I didn't quite know what to say because I didn't know myself, but in return I got the "great" idea that he could offer me on as a virgin, which was impossible without a doctor and confirmation. He couldn't risk his name and the name of the business.
How did the evening go on?
Just then the next bell rang, the clients who had been in the hot tub the night before with a friend arrived. Hugo and Sven from Norway. Another round of introductions, dialogue in broken English and off to the room. I liked Sven, I was looking forward to spending time with him. After a shower where I looked him over, felt him up, washed him and we moved on to bed. I let myself be led. I could tell he was experienced. He explored my body bit by bit until his tongue ended up in my lap. He was orally pleasuring me, heat permeated my body, my breathing quickened until suddenly I don't know how... My body shuddered, I felt like I was sinking into the bed, a blissful smile on my face, and only after a while did it dawn on me when I felt wetness underneath me and saw a large bloodstain. I was glowing with bliss at the realisation that it was with Sven! Whether he knew or noticed I don't know, he didn't let on and was very nice to me until they left. I won't even mention my boss's reaction when I came running out of the room after cleaning up with a bloody sheet and the words "I was still, I was still a virgin". He's just run out of the x grand he could have had. And thus began my era in the sex business.
And you liked the work back then?
I liked the freedom, the financial independence, the no responsibilities. Simply, I didn't have to do anything - I didn't have to pay rent to the club owner, he drove us to hotels too. We lived like royalty, we really had all the comforts.
Did you tell your parents?
I told my mom by text message the very first night that I was sending her a nightclub greeting. She wished me luck, and that was it. Our relationship wasn't ideal, she wasn't interested in me until she died. She kicked me out of the house shortly after my dad died (16 years old). So I lived with my grandparents until I was 19, before I went to Prague. My grandparents didn't know anything, maybe they suspected, but I never gave them any credit for thinking this of me.
Did you ever consider changing your profession when you were younger?
I didn't think about it at all. I liked my life when I had enough of everything. There were drugs too, specifically cocaine and meth. Unfortunately, over time, my irresponsible attitude caught up with me. I didn't pay my health insurance, drove illegally, etc. What I hadn't figured out was that I was still a permanent resident of Moravia, so all the bills were going to my grandparents and it was bad. One fine after another, high penalties. It was hilarious, not that it wasn't.
Drugs are a hot topic with the sex business...
There's obviously closer to drugs here, but it's about human will, which you just have or don't have. Marijuana, alcohol, cocaine, meth, heroin. The first time I tried cocaine, it was offered to me by a client in my room. A nice euphoric light feeling, that's all I remember (smile). I didn't experience crystal meth until I was with a friend. We weren't addicted, it was just an occasional high. And that's when I met Henry, who was selling meth to my friend. Even though there's a lot of distorted things about drugs, we fell in love and eventually started living together.
What happened next?
There was a period of time of about 4 years when I was living an orderly life with Henry, a housewife by profession. Unfortunately, our relationship didn't work because my partner was again close to drugs. He suffered from paranoia, stichomania, had tantrums, threatened me with a katana in his hand, beat me when I gave him the wrong answer to a question. I even hung my head down from the second floor of an apartment building just because his teeth hurt.
Why didn't you leave him?
Because I was afraid he'd find me and kill me, according to his own words. I was dependent on him in every way. I had nowhere to go, no money, nothing. It was restrictive. I wanted to have my income, my security, and most importantly, I wanted to leave him! I thought about how to change that quickly. The only option was to get back into the sex business. We lived right in the centre, so I looked for clubs on the outskirts of Prague. I found a club in Ruzyně. I liked it there, there was a nice relaxed family atmosphere, no nonsense rules like in clubs in the centre - getting on stage, compulsory stripping, etc. I used to earn very good money there. So I could afford to leave or run away from my partner and pay my rent, compulsory health insurance, all the debts that had accumulated over the years of youthful indiscretion, and there were not a few of them. I started living life again with a clean slate. I went to the tanning salon regularly, had my nails done, my hair done, bought the fancy suits and sexy dresses that go with the girls in the clubs...
What kind of costumes?
Less is better suits with extra high heels and platform shoes. Such an outfit cost about 4,000 CZK, plus shoes about 3,000 CZK. The fact that it was necessary to have at least 10 pieces of such outfits and sexy suits, so that I wouldn't wear one outfit for a week, is not worth mentioning. Anyway, it was not a cheap affair, but it had to be seen as an investment. It's always easier for a client to spot a girl who draws attention to herself. The costumes and sexy dresses made it easier. But there was another side to it. Because what a woman sends out, whether it's through her clothes or her behaviour, she attracts. We know that this law applies universally. I'll give you an example, when I was dressed in a sheer neon nothing that only covered specific parts, I was taken to a room by a client who treated me for an entire hour like, forgive the word, a bitch, violently, with contempt. And from there, when I put on a sexy black mini, stiletto heels, and adorned myself with pearl jewelry, the client took me to his room for a few hours, we had drinks, laughed, talked about life, and maybe the actual sex didn't even happen. So the attitude of men depends a lot on how a woman presents herself. Of course, this rule also applies in life, not just behind the door of a nightclub. After my experience with aggressive, self-centered clients, I never wore vulgar clothes again! Only in the context of play or the client's wishes (smile).
