Now my journey became self-destructive. I decided to, for no reason, go to Germany. I was  making a good name for myself in the beauty  industry. All I had to do was to stick to it. So why  go off on this destructive adventure? As the  bottom line was to sell high-class sex, I was going back to my adolescent behaviour. It was destructive and self-abusive. I had no need to do  something like this when I was at the height of a  good career. I had no reason apart from being driven by the amount of money I could make and  the possibility that I might find a rich man. Those were good enough reasons for me to want to do  this. I did make sure I’d be back to do the big beauty shows, though. 

During my first time in Germany, I went to a city called Koblenz, where one of my friends was dancing. All the nightclubs that offered adult  entertainment had accommodations above the  clubs for their workers as many of them came from other countries. The owner of the first club I worked at had two nightclubs.

The one I worked at was in the city centre. The other was just  outside the town centre and was a far busier  nightclub than the one where I worked. The club I was working in had lots of entertainment,  including strippers (which they called dancers), magicians, and singers. When the live entertainment stopped, there was a big-screen  television showing porn movies. 

I met a lot of black girls. One happened to be a cousin of my cousins, Pam and Campbell. I was never one for drinking, but now I got men to buy  me as much champagne as I could. The champagne bottles came in three sizes: a small  bottle called a piccolo, which was just over a glass, a half-bottle, and a full-size bottle. The idea was to get the men to buy champagne and to get rid of it by drinking it or finding a way to throw it away, but still keeping the man interested enough  to buy more champagne. You would offer him a  little bit of yourself for a larger-size bottle of  champagne, which you could drink with him in a  private space called ‘Separat.’

If you managed to get the big bottle, you would get a special room. Sometimes it was in the basement of the club. You were not allowed to have sex on the premises or go with the men privately to their hotels. It was about teasing the man with just enough encouragement to get them to buy you another  bottle. And if the man was a big spender and you needed help, you would get another girl to join you. That made it easier as while one occupied the man, the other got rid of the champagne by throwing it into the ice-filled champagne bucket  or onto the carpet floor. We were paid a  percentage on the bottles of champagne the men  bought. When I was working with another girl, we shared the percentage. 

Rules were broken. The men knew what they wanted. They all had different needs; that was  why they used the club. You had to assess if the man would make a good private client and, if so, arrange to meet him outside of club hours. Sometimes the men would suggest this themselves and make an offer.

If you could get one thousand Deutschmarks plus shopping, and if he really had money, you would want him as a  boyfriend or a regular date. 

At first I was rubbish at it as my heart was not  that cold, and you have to be cold to make it in  this lifestyle. It was difficult to adapt to the life as I  had to try to learn the language, which was a big  obstacle. German men were calculating. They knew what they had come for, and they were  cold-hearted. 

While in Koblenz, I dated two young men. They both spoke good English and were soldiers. One was from a rich background. The other could  not afford to buy champagne and had strong political views.

I also became friendly with an interesting man  who looked like a tidy tramp. He was very clean, wore Jesus sandals with socks, drove a diesel  Mercedes, had pale skin, and wore corduroy  trousers and a leather jacket that he called his  second skin. He had no children and was  separated from his wife, who was living in the  Black Forest with a group of people.

He was a  workaholic computer engineer employed at a big engineering brand. He worked every day, even on  Christmas Day. He never checked his bank  account to see how much money he had; he did  not know how much the company paid him. He lived in a beautiful apartment and suffered from guilt that through his knowledge and inventions,  he was changing the world, but not for the best. He was good company. Either I would stay over in his beautiful apartment or he would travel to see  me at the weekend wherever I was working in  Germany, and he took me to expensive restaurants. 

I made sure that I worked as close as I could to the Swiss border so that I visit Sharon as often  as I could. Or if I were to run into any trouble, I could easily get to safety and stay with her until I could find an appropriate club to work at. One of  the clubs I worked at was not only on the Swiss  border but also on the French border. It was very busy with lots of Chinese men and gangs of …

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