After confiscating my cell phone, notepad, calendar, condoms (what few I did have in my purse), lube, and about 00 cash, they sent us downstairs, we got in a car, and was taken to the station.
They made it seem like if we cooperated, we would be given a break. I was in there with 2 strangers named Dawn and Jasmine. My bond was set very high because we were from out of town and a flight risk.
The room was almost completely enclosed except for a small window looking into the hallway. Jasmine was freezing, so I put my hoodie over her cold shoulders until she warmed up. I requested a personal bond (which means you pay nothing) but was denied. We briefly went back to the holding cell, and was almost immediately lined up again and put into a police wagon and shipped off to a place they called, "the workhouse".
There were times during appointments, I’d let my mind wander as I thought about all the things I’d do with the money.
Recently, I talked another porn girl to start working because she was complaining about how broke she was.
Imagine if you had kids waiting for you at home, or a pet you can’t get to feed.
After they took down information, they locked us in a jail cell with bars and everything.They would pay for my airfare and hotel, advertise for me, and I would just show up and wait for the business to start rolling in. I started making mad money and finally getting myself out of a financial hole. I’d go on tour, come back home and have a nice cushion of cash in case work was slow.I started paying off credit cards left and right, and I had money to do whatever I wanted. Some girls prefer to escort because the money was good.We raced downtown, walked around frantically trying to find the room number, and I knocked on the door.Little did I know, that knock was going to change my life.I was on tour, and she was in the same town as myself for a few days.