Because of my upbringing, I was taught to believe that prostitution, pornography and the like were totally bad. My views on these issues have radically changed during the past couple of years. About a month after Kiki told me she was working, she moved back in with me, that being the reason she left in the first place. How could you explain gong out early in the morning wearing short tight dresses and fishnet stockings to a friend that has known you for years and years and knows you never get up usually before twelve, without telling her you were a prostitute?

A lot of the strength that she acquired, of course, came with dealing with men who only wanted to use her body, on a regular basis. Kiki had been raped a few years earlier and through her job she was able to face this this head on for the first time, and she learned to deal with it. She held all the power in the bedroom. She controlled the sexual intercourse. And nobody could get the better of her or even try to manipulate her sexually, or any other way, again.

The parlour in which Kiki worked was the most beautiful house on the street. It was gorgeous, both inside and out, and totally clean. The furnishings I coveted. The rules were strict - every woman had to go for a check up for sexually transmitted diseases and pelvic exams every six weeks. Every three months they were required to take blood tests to check for the HIV virus. The madame, who I will call Bridgette, was a wonderful woman. She had worked as a prostitute herself, so she knew exactly what danger the women faced at any given time and did everything in her power to prevent them from harm. She was empathetic and understanding. The women who worked for her were really taken care of. If a client refused to wear a condom he forfeited the right to sleep with one of the women, and she still got paid. If a girl did not want to sleep with a certain man she was not required to. She didn't have to do anything that she did not want to do or anything that she was uncomfortable with. When people complained or bitched about prositutes around Kiki, she would always say "At least men who sleep with most prostitutes are sleeping with women who are clean and are doing it safe."

She also learnt a lot about sex, which knowledge she would share with me. (She used to say that her clients thought she was the best fuck they'd ever had - I'm yet to figure out whether it was bravado, or really true... knowing Kiki though, it was probably true). "It's amazing how much you can learn just by watching a guy fuck himself" she would say...

Kiki, naturally (taking into consideration her rather outlandish behaviour) was no regular prostitute. After about a month of working she became a bondage mistress, specializing in fantasies (except for schoolgirl fantasies, she refused to promote paedophilia) and S & M, heavy or light. It was amazing the things that guys would pay her to do to them, like humiliating them in front of others, beating them, whipping them, burning them... use your imagination... The thing that scared her most is that she liked doing it. She loved watching those men writhe in pain, and having them be in total servitude to her. She was afraid that maybe she'd take it too far. But while she loved the control it gave her, and while she loved inflicting it, she would never want to reverse the roles.

Kiki was Cleo's (the parlour's) star attraction. She was young, interesting and strong, so she quickly built up a big and strong client base. While she was working I saw her grow a lot emotionally. She learned to lover her body, which she had always hated, thinking she was too fat. She became more perceptive. She started thinking less about what other people thought of her. She knew she was strong and she knew she was powerful, and because of that she gained a lot of respect from a lot of people. She often said that she had never felt better about herself. There are definitely down sides to prostitution though. Kiki said the when you're a prostitute, no matter how good your situation, you would get raped at least once a week... not physically as such, but mentally. She came to disrespect most men, and the thought of having a relationship with any one of them disgusted her. And sometimes she would get terrified at the thought that she had slept with more men than her all her friends would sleep with in their lifetimes....