Johnathan: Not a client, but a co-owner of Jailey's in Edmonton. He registered with the city as a male escort but women don't pay for sex. He was schizophrenic but only lightly. He has mood swings and paranoid delusions and the idea that if he didn't cut his hair, he'd look better. Jonathan was good-looking, tall and dark and glowering. He did a porn photo shoot with one of the girls, Sky, but Vice Div. told him to take it down. He ranted about that for weeks. Eventually he came up with a plan of protest: he would buy a nun's outfit and make all the girls wear it for their next photo shoot. I said, that's not going to affect the By-law council, that's going to affect our business. He had revenge on his mind.
Johnathan drove me home once on his motorcycle in the middle of winter. Why I didn't take a cab is beyond me. I suppose there was something about him. It was thrilling to be on a motorcycle, I'd never done it before. However, Edmonton is a formidable enemy in the winter months. He dropped me off at the Mac's near my building and I stumbled home, enthralled and deeply frozen.
The other owner, Jesse, was a tall and large Dane. Both Jesse and Jonathan came to rely on me as the only girl to show up for each of her shifts, and on time. Jailey's floundered as a studio. I didn't believe I had the goods to go to a better studio so I stayed there for 6 months, making decent money every Saturday. My services could be described as decent, even good, but Edmonton is so competitive that I remained mostly anonymous. It wasn't until Revive that I started working it. I quit Jailey's spur of the moment when Jonathan had a temper tantrum. He'd been arrested a few times for beating the shit out of guys in bars. He scared me that day. As I watched him whirl around the staff room, a full-grown toddler with bulging eyes and pounding fists, I knew it was time to run again.
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