Posted: 2006-10-31 22:49:38
Older people refer to previous time as the good old days. Well I guess we always live either in the past, or in the future – instead of enjoying now. But I ramble on. What I wanted to ask was whether any visitors to this forum can remember the early days of commercial sex in South Africa. My first experiences were in the 1970’s.
I remember the classified ads in The Star for ‘massage’ parlours. And stories in the papers about police raids on these establishments. A colleague once told me he had been at a place that was raided. The police confiscated the girl’s panties and put them in plastic bags and arrested them (the girls not the panties – these I guess they sniffed on the way to the police station and took home to their wives). The male clients were just told to bugger off.
Not being very pushy my early visits entailed taking what was on offer. A (not very competent) massage while lying face down, the perfunctory rub when you were told to turnover and then the extra squirt of baby oil and the, what was quaintly referred to as, pelvic relief. Of course, I am sure that many experienced a lot more in those days but for me more would come later. The fees charged ranged formR10 – R15.
I know that prostitution was around for a long time before the 70s and I can remember nudge, nudge, wink, wink references to Troye Street in Johannesburg, but my first experiences were in the 70s.
As time went by there were references in the classified ads to extras and then later the term full-house came along. In the early days one could pay extra for topless or completely nude. But when the full-house came in it was great. And in those (pre-aids) days one went bareback.
In the early eighties the first black women came on the scene (openly, that is). They did not, to my knowledge, operate from houses or flats, but there was a woman I used to pick up at the Clay Oven who would when I pulled up along side the road give a really good blow job.
A funny incident once occurred. I used to see a woman in Bryanston ext3. She was German, had black hair, a reasonable body. She gave a good massage and hand-job but no full house was available when I asked. One day when I called the maid answered and said that the madam was away in Germany. I asked if she would give me a massage and she said agreed to – she must have known what was going on there. I was on the table enjoying the massage when the doorbell rang. She told me it was an estate agent who was going to show people around the house and left closing the door. I peeked out through the blinds and saw two adult women and a teenage girl. I hopped back on the table and heard them talking as they walked around the house. Then the door opened fortunately I was facing away from the door but I sometimes still wonder what went through their minds at that time and what they spoke about in their car on the way home. I did not enjoy the incident - I am a voyeur not an exhibitionist.
If you were around then post some reminiscences.