22/10/2014
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Chapter 7
Money, Skirts & Stilettos
My New Job
As I walked into my new workplace on Dundonald Street, the imposing figure of a man came up and said “She real pretty boy!” and I just smiled.
Later on I found out he was the boss; Elephant Walk they called him. A little intimidation stepped in, somewhere between meeting my new boss and scouting the place.
“What kind ah place is this?” I then asked.
My friend said “Is a w***e house, yuh going an be a pr******te Tears immediately began to flow as I tried to make sense of what I was encouraged to do.
“Yuh better get yuhself together because who goin to pay for the babysitter?”as she sternly explained, stopping my tears.
“Alright nah, but ah need ah drink an some weed,” still crying.
I couldn’t do it just like that, I needed some help. I needed to face the harsh realities of where I was and could end up.
I made $3000 dollars on my first night. This is where I belonged.
I was not giving up this job. Sandra this is the way out for you. I gave my friend some money that night since she got the job for me. I paid the babysitter the next morning and I moved into a new place the next week.
Noel never looked back for his kids and so I was a single mother living for my children and that was all the inspiration I needed. I just didn’t want my kids to feel the tremors of the disastrous life I experienced up to that point.
I was determined not to let them go through what I went through, as I was placed in the main role as a mother with no supporting cast. My work days were Sunday to Sunday and I was making lots of money.
Thoughts of my family went away as fast as the men I slept with and I felt happy again, just my kids and I. It was a great feeling seeing my children have food on the table that I provided and just being there for them.
Unfortunately, with every job there were dangers involved and for my new profession it was the exposure to drugs, the different shades of the characters of men and their baggage, the frequent raids, fellow haters, the police, r**e, exposure to diseases and of course imprisonment. The high risks were obvious, but I was paid well and I was able to survive thus far.
One particular night the place was packed and there was a lot of money to be made.
As I sat at the bar an unfamiliar voice asked me “What yuh drinkin’?”
“I lookin’ thirsty to you?” I told him, putting on the front as if he was out of my league and he just smiled.
“I like you,” he then said and proceeded to ask my name.
“Cassie,” I answered.
Copyright @2014 Sandra Ramsingh Vallie.
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