The 'Welfare check'

My first experience had been more straightforward than I expected, although all the other girls had been on the game for a while, I looked forward to sharing my experiences with them. The clock was just pas 7 when we came back into the main reception area, it was surprisingly crowded. The girls were all aligned tightly along the far wall and a pair of county police deputies with tell tale campaign style hats, were checking them out.

I mean they were checking their ids and asking them some brief questions, but the officers were sufficiently close that their tobacco laden breath must have felt like some weird caress on my fellow workers skins. An officer with a golden badge and two silver bars on his shoulder was talking to our Maddam but turned around as I came down with my customer.

"Well Joleen, if that isn't some underage jail-bait coming down the stairs there. You really shouldn't allow underage girls to work in your Est-ah-blish-meant." he laughed thunderously but I could see Maddam was annoyed.

"Leave it, Hector. She's 18 and just started."

"Is she now? So honey, lets see your id and verify that you are not being kept in this place of ill-repute against your God-given will."

Looking non-plussed and a little intimidated, I waved my hands helplessly. It must have been obvious that my skimpy outfit and towering heels lacked any place to keep a purse or even a simple id card. They were kept in the lockers in our dressing room. My first customer was no help as he slunk past everyone and with a curt nod to the police captain exited our house. Desperate, I looked to Maddam pleading with my eyes for a sign on how to respond.