I’m a 29-year-old local Singaporean and I have been doing this for 3 years.
I never thought I would become a S worker.
But here I am, standing in a dingy hotel room, waiting for my next client to arrive.
I try to prepare myself for whatever might come through the door, but it’s hard to know what to expect.
Not her type
There was one time I had a fat and sweaty man as a client, I was nervous. I didn’t know if I would be able to go through with it, but I needed the money. So I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.
At first, it was hard to get past his appearance. He was overweight, and his sweat was dripping onto the bedspread. Half the time I feel like vomiting but I had no choice.
But as the session went on, I started to focus on the job at hand. I tried to make small talk, to make him feel comfortable and relaxed. And eventually, I started to feel more at ease myself.
After that first time, I realized that I could handle just about any client that came my way. I learned to separate myself from the situation, to focus on the job and not on the person I was with. It wasn’t always easy, but it was necessary to survive in this line of work.
But despite my newfound confidence, there are still moments when I feel uncomfortable or even scared. There have been times when clients have been rough or aggressive, and I have had to assert myself and demand that they stop. It’s not always easy to stand up for myself, but I know that it’s necessary for my own safety.
So why do I do this job?
Growing up, I never had much. My parents were poor, and we struggled to make ends meet. I dropped out of school and started working at a fast-food restaurant, but the pay was barely enough to cover my bills. I was stuck in a cycle of poverty and desperation, and I didn’t see a way out.
That’s when I met someone. She was a friend of a friend, and she offered to introduce me to the world of prostitution. At first, I was hesitant. I didn’t want to sell my body for money, but I was desperate. I needed a way to make ends meet, and this seemed like the only option.
So I took the plunge, and I started working as a S worker. It wasn’t easy at first – there were times when I felt scared or uncomfortable, times when I didn’t want to go through with it. But I pushed through, and eventually, I started to get used to it.
I know it’s not glamorous, and it’s not something that most people would understand. But for me, it’s a way to make a living and support myself. I know that I am providing a service that some people need, and that makes me feel a sense of purpose and worth.
And even though it’s not always easy, I know that I am strong enough to handle whatever comes my way. I am a S worker, and I am proud of who I am and what I do.