February 2018 archive

A Night in a Brothel part 2

Adele’s brothel name was Tenille. When she told me this, early in her employment at Getting Up to Mischief, I didn’t fully appreciate what it meant. It merely seemed the outer layer of protective falsehood the women donned when dealing with the men, part of the ensemble of fake interest, fake attraction, fake orgasms the […] Read more…

A Night in a Brothel Part 1.

The brothel looked like a one-legged robot. It stood on its one leg in the industrial zone of one of Melbourne’s suburban wildernesses and was named “Getting Up to Mischief”. Adele parked her rusty old Kombi under the robot’s angular loins and we entered through a door in the ankle. It was Thursday evening in […] Read more…