Prostitute:
I was born in a poor family, in a small village of West Bengal, my father died when I was young, my father’s elder brother looked after us, I treated him as my father, my protector, one day I was alone, he came drunk and raped me, he warned me to keep quiet or else he will kill me, I was so scared that on same night I took a train, I was not carrying any clothes, I was not having single rupee, I was travelling without ticket and not knowing where I was going. I met a stranger in the train who helped me to get my ticket and bought me some food, and he took me to his place in New Delhi.
Two years later – I was celebrating my 21st Birthday with few of my girlfriends, as the candles were lit on my birthday cake, I took a deep breath before blowing out the candles, and laughter filled in the room, few minutes later, while my friends were still eating, my mobile phone rang. My response was very brief “Yes, yes, okay” – and I stood up and began to walk away from my half-eaten piece of birthday cake, I walked out of the door and took a stairs down, got into a back seat of a Honda City waiting at the corner of the street. I got an address on my mobile through text message.
After about 30 minutes, the Honda City arrived at GK-II and stopped next to a cigarette shop in M-Block market. A young man in a long overcoat, who had come in a black Ford Endeavor SUV, stood at the cigarette shop, my driver rolled down the window and waved to the man in overcoat, who walked over the car “take a look” my driver said, and young man peered into the backseat.
“Excellent” he replied “Is she coming with me” my driver said “No I will drop her off” I spent on the first night of my 21st Birthday with three different men. First, two hours in the private guest at GK-II a visiting Mumbai business man, who had dispatched the man in overcoat to check me out; next two hours in some Five Star Hotel with a Local business man and rest of the night with an Arab tourist.
I consider myself as high-end sex worker- an escort, I work for Delhi based escort agency, I work only 3 days in a week, my service charge is Rs 20,000/- for 2 hours and Rs 30,000/- for full night, my whole business is handled by the stranger to whom I met on the train, and his name is Karim.
During Common Wealth Games, there was massive demand, Karim tripled my fees to Rs 90,000/- for one night and I was booked for 12 consecutive days. I keep myself well equipped with an assortment of sex toys, lubricants, condoms and erotic novels for my clients. I give range of services like massage, blowjob, handjob, touching, licking, French kissing, full, no-rush session, soft-core, hardcore…etc
In two years, I bought myself a new Hyundai i-10, and a widescreen TV, rented apartment in South Delhi and sufficient bank balance, to keep myself fit & good looking, I do work out at fitness clubs, regular medical check-ups, I spent money for makeup and new clothes and hence I never have a lack of client problem, the clients always come, I had few of my regular clients which gives me fix monthly income. Money is important, I either want to be extremely rich – or I want to have a different kind of life….I want to spend all my money into Girls Education and for the Women’s of Rural India…!!!
I got pregnant at the age of 19 when my uncle raped me, Karim helped me to do the abortion, he paid for the hospital and medicine to get me out of nightmare, he never forced me to do this kind of job, in fact I willing took up, as I had nothing to do – a women from rural India, illiterate, uneducated, without qualification, no family support, alone in the city like New Delhi, has got limited choice, either commit suicide or live unprotected life, as it is I had lost my virginity, what else I can do? I chose to become Prostitute…!!!
Pimp:
At the age of 21, Karim left his hometown of Lucknow and moved to Noida, where he enrolled at computer training institute that offered a one-year diploma for Rs 100,000/- he borrowed the money from his father, he planned to pay back after finishing the diploma and landing a job in the IT sector in Delhi. But two months into the course, the managers of the training institute disappeared – along with fees paid by Karim and his classmates, he determined to repay the debt to his father, later, he was found at Connaught Place, selling package tours – Dharamsala, Shimla, Goa to foreign tourist, he accompanied the tour groups on their journeys, stayed in decent hotels and ate and drank free.
Later, he met a Mumbai based travel agent who offered a job, if Karim would also be interested in “satisfying male tourist” – an additional service that would pay Rs 20,000/- per night, he accepted, after a week he found himself standing at Delhi Airport receiving a Frenchman, in day time he showed him Delhi’s site and at night he did the deed, he was scared on the first night, Frenchman wanted him in the bottom, it happened, he felt strange, he was sad, but Frenchman paid him well, thereafter he did few sessions just to repay the debt to this father.
He has no regrets about his chosen profession, in fact, he is proud of his success, he hires unemployed models and air hostesses who work for him safe and secure, as if he were a surrogate parent rather than a pimp. He takes 20 percent cut from the prostitutes who work for him, he used to take 30 percent but they happily give 20 percent, if he ask for more they don’t like it, he says “and in the end I earn it because of them” they are my boss, they pays me, I don’t pay them. I am just like salesman.”
He says “There are a lot of intricacies and expenses in this business, I have to take care of a lot of things – I pay the rent for three apartments, I pay for all the cars and petrol, I have to pay my other employees” who answer the phones, drive the women to meet customers, and also arrange booking on their own. The amount still seems far too low: with more than 20 prostitutes working for him, it seems likely that Karim’s monthly income even after his expenses – is easily more that Rs 1.00 lac and two or three times more in good seasons.
He is honest, he means delivering what you promise to the client – “to provide an actual 21 years old, not 40 years old pretending to be 21” he cheats a little bit when it comes to customer requests for women of particular nationalities; passing off a Russian woman as English, a Naga as Korean, or a South Indian as Brazilian. He says “You are forced to lie, because people have weird tastes, they ask stuff like, and “Does she speak Arabic?” Do you have a Spanish woman who talks while doing it?” Any Japanese girl who screams?” now you tell me where can I find such women?”
Karim has no plan to expand his business, he is aware of the limits to the game; the safest path is to stay below the radar of the authorities as he put it: “small business, small tension” he wants to settle down into a more traditional life. One day he proposed me for marriage and I accepted with a condition that after marriage I will not work, but be a house wife, he agreed and we both decided to get marry in next week.
Police:
To the police, prostitution appears to represent a kind of minor nuisance: a crime that becomes serious only with you do it too well for too long. “We have bigger problems to deal with – rapes murders – and prostitution comes under soft crime” says ACP Crime branch, Delhi. In fact to have sex for money is not technically illegal in India: the law only prohibits a series of related acts, including soliciting customers in public, having sex with a prostitute in or near a public place, and arranging transactions between prostitutes and clients.
A Prostitutes who conducts her trade privately, independently and voluntarily, in other words, is within the bounds of the law, though not necessarily immune to arrest or prosecution – it’s nearly impossible to prove a prostitute or a pimp guilty unless they’re caught in the act of negotiating a transaction “You can’t just arrest these women while they’re doing their grocery shopping” say ACP crime branch, Delhi.
To break up a prostitution racket, the police basically have one tactic; send a team of three officers – one decoy customer, and two shadow witnesses, who observes the deal being done.
It was my last call before I get married to Karim, police put a trap/decoy pays some money to Karim, and arranges to meet me. When decoy arrives for rendezvous, the two shadow witnesses and a dozen or more policemen barge in and arrested me and Karim.
In police station I saw my photo on missing list, a day later they handed me over to my rapist uncle, who took me to some small place in Gurgaon and raped me daily for about a week and then he sold me to some pimp in Gurgaon, in turn he sold me to Karim.
He did not accept me as his wife and I continued to be a prostitute – what else I can do? A woman from rural India, illiterate, uneducated without any family support….!!!
Moral of the story: Women’s education is our first priority – Women are Men’s Pride, love them, respect them, support them, do not hurt them….!!!
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