Marg E-Book

Jones Jones

• Herausgeber: Salt
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Modern Dreams
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 88

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Marg is the story of a 24 year-old Polish immigrant sex worker in London. The story is told from Marg's point of view. She is initially a masseuse who provides 'out call' services with 'happy endings' to clients across London – as well as to those staying in the sad, business-focused hotels of Heathrow, Gatwick, Luton etc. A husband and wife team called Antonio and Angie run the massage business. They provide lodgings for Marg (and other girls) and take 75% of her earnings for arranging clients, running a website, providing transport etc. However, Marg does not assume the traditional role of victim, choosing to work as she does, grappling with the ethics of it, and enjoying the money it brings. Marg lodges in a block of flats in Finchley Central with three Romanian girls who also work as masseuses. She has no bedroom, so has to sleep on a mattress in the lounge. She is initially studying a distance learning course in Sports, Fitness and Management and dreams of returning to Poland once qualified to build a house, start a family and live happily. But Marg is also struggling to deal with the recent death of her alcoholic father, after he walked out into the path of a British businessman's BMW on a Polish dual carriageway. Marg is about to change her life in this erotic thriller, but what choices will she make and where will they lead her? Download the story now.

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MARG

Marg is the story of a 24 year-old Polish immigrant sex worker in London.

The story is told from Marg’s point of view. She is initially a masseuse who provides ‘out call’ services with ‘happy endings’ to clients across London – as well as to those staying in the sad, business-focused hotels of Heathrow, Gatwick, Luton etc.

A husband and wife team called Antonio and Angie run the massage business. They provide lodgings for Marg (and other girls) and take 75% of her earnings for arranging clients, running a website, providing transport etc. However, Marg does not assume the traditional role of victim, choosing to work as she does, grappling with the ethics of it, and enjoying the money it brings.

Marg lodges in a block of flats in Finchley Central with three Romanian girls who also work as masseuses. She has no bedroom, so has to sleep on a mattress in the lounge. She is initially studying a distance learning course in Sports, Fitness and Management and dreams of returning to Poland once qualified to build a house, start a family and live happily.

But Marg is also struggling to deal with the recent death of her alcoholic father, after he walked out into the path of a British businessman’s BMW on a Polish dual carriageway.

JONES JONES was born in Wales in 1977 but now lives in West Yorkshire after returning from Vienna, Austria where he lived between 2008 and 2012. He has had many jobs over the years, including working at a golf course, writing press releases and magazines for big companies, and selling books at Nantwich market. His short stories have been published in various online magazines and he completed a writing residency at the Vermont Studio Centre in 2012 to complete The Humiliation Triptych, a book of short stories that he self-published. He blogs at www.jonesjones.moonfruit.com and tweets at @jonesjonestales

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To Anna

MARG

WE BURIED MY father last week. I went back for the funeral. It cost me one hundred and forty pounds on easyJet. It makes me crazy that I had to pay all that. You think I am a hard nose, tag? You would be a hard nose also if your father left your mother with four young girls like my father did. And it cost me more as well, because I had to take three T-shirts for my sisters. Anything from England will do, but I bought them from Selfridges and gave them to them in the yellow bags, because they like nice things.

They are getting harder to please. My youngest sister, she is now 18 and she is already married. She met a Russian businessman with money. She does not like him, but she tells me she can take it. She calls me when he is out and tells me about the new things she has bought for the house. The sofas and the chairs. I sent her some money for her birthday. Three hundred euro. I heard nothing from her, so I sent her a text message saying ‘Thank you’. That is all I wrote. And she texted me back saying ‘What? Thank you? Are you crazy?’ So I wrote back saying ‘For the three hundred euro’. And she wrote ‘Oh my God. I am so sorry. Thank you for the three hundred euro.’

I will never marry any man for money. I will have my house and my life eventually, but I will also love my husband. He will be ordinary. He will not sell drugs to get rich because that means you have to kill people. He will be normal, but I will love him. But we will have a nice house on its own and also three children.

But this is my life now. It is a balance. I have to know why I am doing this. I am doing this to earn more money than I could otherwise earn and get my house and my life more quickly. But I also know that I must enjoy myself in the day to day. So I try to stay in the moment. I shop if I get the chance. I like Bicester Village for the Mulberry and Burberry and of course for Gucci and Prada. There is a coach that leaves from Finchley. I like to take care of myself. Look good, feel great. I don’t like so much Camden Market or the vintage clothes shops. It feels like you are buying cheap rubbish. I save up until I can afford the best, or I buy nothing. Even though I can mostly never afford it, sometimes I have been to Bond Street. If I am dressed well, I think the shop assistants think I am a rich Russian woman when they hear my accent, and they treat me well. Other times I think they know easily who I really am.

If you ask anyone like me what problems there are about being here it is the English girls. I look good and I am interested in clothes and fashion, so I look sexy. This is a big part of me, to look as good as I can. Over here it gets more attention than back home, because everyone there must keep in shape and look sexy in Poland so it is more normal. But here things are complicated. Women have more higher up jobs and are attractive and sexy for more reasons than being slim and wearing nice clothes. It is difficult for us because we come here with nothing apart from who we are and we wear our makeup and our tight jeans.

A lot of the older women who come here from back home, they will work for five pound an hour or even less. They have to because they will not do my type of work. They are too proud and they think people like me are sluts. They say they do not want to do the dirty work, but they are the ones that stick their hands down the toilets and mop up piss and change sheets with cum and periods on them. Who is doing the dirty work, I ask myself. But the biggest reason they will not do my type of work is because they think God will strike them off. They are God fearing. I do not think the same way. I am doing what I have to do. I am not strong one way or the other way about it. Not proud or depressed.

Here is how they describe me on my work’s website:

Marg has amazing hands! Naturist-style can be added to her massages for £25 per hour. Available all the week she can travel to see clients at home, work or at their hotels in and around North London (further afield may incur additional charges).

She is relaxed and open-minded, and an enthusiastic masseuse who takes time to ensure her clients are calm, comfortable and enjoy the whole session.

Please note, ladies! Marg is keen to offer her massages to ladies as well as men and would love to hear from you! Marg’s full body luxury massage is specially tailored for ladies and you’ll love the end results. She is also able to offer naturist-style to female clients.

He would disappear for days, my father, when we were younger, and we would think he was dead. But then a friend of his would bring him home on the back of a cart or tied to the trailer of a bicycle. He would be dead drunk and he would have pissed himself and shit himself. My mother would not touch him. If it were up to her, she would leave him outside. Me and my sisters, we would have to take his clothes off and wash him down. He would groan and swear at us, and sometimes he would throw his arms around. But they were easy to avoid.

I would like to invite my mother to visit, but I live with four of the other girls and I think my mother would know. They are from Romania, the others, all tits and black hair. Two of them speak Romanian and a little English, one speaks just Romanian, and the other, she doesn’t say anything. I think she is younger than the others. It is hard to know how old anyone is. I am 24, but I tell my clients I am 18 or 21. Antonio says do not say any lower than that, or it may scare the men off. They might worry about you being underage.

If you know Finchley Central you will know the place where I live. It is a big brown tower called Albert Court and you can see it from quite far away. It is very ugly. We are on the third floor and because I am the newest, I sleep on a single mattress in the room where the television is. There are two bedrooms and the others share them. It is Antonio’s place and we pay him rent. His mother left it for him when she died. The money comes straight from our wages. This is how much we pay: one hundred pounds each every week for the rent and fifty pounds every week for the bills. So you can do the adding up and find out how much Antonio makes, just from the rent. Antonio says there is a big turnover of girls working for him, so soon I will have my own room. If it is here or somewhere else I don’t mind.