DIARY OF A SEX WORKER: 'I'm a 31-year-old brothel manager in Europe. It makes $1.2million a month.'

I never planned on managing one of the biggest brothels in Europe, but nearly nine years later, here I am. I earn around $6,000 euros a month (roughly $10,500 AUD), and the brothel makes $700,000 euros per month ($1.2m AUD).

I studied psychology and sociology, and I'm now diving deeper into research on the sex industry — specifically, how it operates as a legitimate form of labour and how management strategies impact legal sex work.

Beyond work, I have two Bengal cats, a deep love for red wine and french fries with ketchup, and a growing collection of languages I'm trying to master.

This week? Just another in the life of a brothel manager — one filled with drama, unexpected lessons, and the kind of behind-the-scenes chaos you'd never imagine.

Here's a glimpse into my life…

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Monday

Like every Monday, we just had our main meeting. That means the four top managers. The company has about 70 employees, but we are the four people who run the whole show. 

Tuesday 

At the start of my shift, two new ladies arrived. I quickly did an introductory interview with them. They seemed quite experienced, so there was no need for a deeper explanation — but I still like to make sure they understand everything when it comes to safety and how to navigate the club.

Like many new ladies, they were surprised that we don't have any fixed prices in our club. We trust in the free market. The ladies differ, the services differ in quality and options, so the prices differ as well. It's all up to them to negotiate with the client.

Shortly after that, I got called to reception — a client was complaining about a service. 

Wednesday

We had a short police inspection tonight. Nothing special — we always cooperate with the police and try to be helpful.

Thursday

Tonight's shift started with a classic customer complaint about the "hand trick". I just smiled and asked the client, "Let me guess, room number 10?".

Let me explain: the hand trick is a technique where a lady simulates vaginal sex, but the client has no idea he's actually not inside — she's holding his penis tightly in her hand. I know it sounds crazy and unbelievable, but trust me, some ladies use it a lot.

They have distraction techniques, so the client has no clue. They even use gel for a better "vaginal" grip. Believe it or not, they can pull off this trick in multiple positions — doggy, top, sideways. Missionary is a bit tricky, but a skilled lady can manage even that.

Personally, I consider it total cheating. I've had many discussions about it. The ultimate argument from the ladies? "The client is satisfied. I made the illusion so real he has no idea, and he's happy. It's safer for both sides."

But my usual response is: "If I order a vegan steak in a restaurant, and they serve me beef instead, I'd still be super p**** off because that's not what I ordered."

Long story short: this time, she was caught, so she earned a one-month break — we won't let her rent in our club for the next month. She was warned many times. There were some tears in the office when I told her. And to be honest, I love this lady.

But as a manager, I can't tolerate this kind of cheating when customers find out about it.

Friday

The start of the night was a bit tough. Most of the ladies in the house had a very bad week, so they were ready to rock the night. That meant they were trying to finish every client as fast as possible. Of course, that led to more complaints because not everybody enjoys that kind of fast-food McDonald's style sexual service.

Unfortunately, most guys spend the entire paid time first, and only afterwards complain and ask for a refund. I always say it's like watching an entire movie at the cinema and then demanding a refund because you didn't like it. Or eating a whole meal in a restaurant and then asking for your money back. It doesn't work like that. But one particular complaint stood out tonight.

One of the ladies specialises in squirting. She actually charges extra for that, and people enjoy it. Of course, she always tells them in advance about her speciality. But with this guy, she somehow forgot. Or maybe she did mention it, but she used some vague code name — whatever happened, the point is, he didn't know. And he really didn't like it.

Saturday

Another crazy night. All the rooms were fully booked, with an attendance of 860 people. I'd guess we had roughly 950–1,000 sexual encounters in the house that night. Some guys don't choose a lady, some go for a second or even third round.

Tonight, I had to deal with another complaint — but this time, it was a complaint from one of the ladies. About another lady.

Tonight, we had a new lady. A client paid for her and another lady who has worked here for 10 years to share a room with him. After about an hour, the new worker stormed into my office, her eyes wide in shock.

"What the ACTUAL f**k?! I can't believe what just happened! That girl from room 43 is absolutely crazy! She should be in room number 69 instead... I thought this was a brothel, not a porn movie production! I felt so shy and embarrassed next to her."

I just had to laugh. It's not the first time a new person has been shocked by the full range of her services. I waited for her to calm down a little and then explained that although I don't like when the ladies provide such risky services, there are no restrictions on what they can offer — unless it involves extreme violence. It's fully up to them. It has to be consensual, but beyond that, each worker can do whatever she wants.

That's the rule. Both in our country and in our club. She shook her head in disbelief and walked away.

Sunday

The only day this week I'm not working. Finally, some time for my own sex life! Isn't it ironic? I run a brothel, and yet I'm the only lady in the house, apart from other employees, who hasn't gotten laid this week.

I woke up late in the afternoon — I needed the rest after such a crazy week. I made a reservation at my favourite swingers club. I deserved proper sexy time after this week. It's a very luxurious, wellness-oriented club, and the entrance fee is quite expensive. But hey, I manage a big and successful brothel, so I can afford it.

This time, though, I was a bit unlucky.

I ran into one of the ladies from our club. I've never met anybody from the brothel at this swingers club before. It's not a big deal — I'm not ashamed of going to swingers clubs. But it was still a bit weird.

One of the ladies and I are quite good friends. One of her clients had paid her to be his companion for the swingers party. And of course — he wanted a threesome with me and her.

She explained to him that it wasn't possible because I'm her boss and it would be really weird. She probably shouldn't have even told him that — because the moment he knew, he wanted it even more.

He even offered to pay me. I politely declined. I'm definitely not having sex with a lady from our club. At least we had a drink together.

Needless to say, managing a brothel never gets boring. From impromptu sex-ed lessons to handling complaints — and even a swingers' party — this week was the extreme end of the spectrum. But, hey, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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