My brothel miraculously saved me from a kidnapping.

I was working in a brothel, back in 2012. brothels in Australia are legal, and this was a high end one in Sydney. <br><br>It was a fairly standard brothel, in that it had brothel rooms, showers etc. The girls sat in a common area, where there was tv, computer, books, a shower, kitchen, a mini gym, and a pool table....and a walkie talkie to communicate with reception. <br><br>Girls were free to walk around, back and forth to the common area, but weren't allowed to leave the premises.<br><br>We would take turns sitting in the window, for street walk ups. This was a popular one, so there was always a steady supply of walk ups for anyone in the window. <br><br>One night, when I was on shift, I get a message on my walkie. It was reception, "You are wanted upstairs". <br><br>I walk to the back door, which opens into a corridor with stairs, that leads up to the reception area. As I walk up the stairs, someone catches my eye, standing in the corridor. It was a man, with a taut, angry face, wearing dirty, ripped clothing. I thought he was one of the security guards, I was about to turn around and ask him what was the client's name, but he didn't respond. He just looked at me, with the same taut, angry face, and went back into the room, closing the door quietly.<br><br>The person I talk to when arriving at the reception area is the owner, who is always glowing with happiness. She brims with enthusiasm, when she takes me to the client, and walks me into the room. He was a regular. <br><br>I hop on the bed, he's behind me, love making commences. <br><br>Then, I felt it. A sharp pain. Like a pinched nerve. On my shoulder. I thought he was just being rough, but I remembered the angry man from the brothel room. I remember his clothes, his shoes, his shoes were back in the brothel room, I could smell them when I stepped into the corridor. I remembered how he looked at me.<br><br>Without saying a word, I jumped off the bed and ran. Literally. I ran to the stairs, shouting loudly, I ran to the back door and slammed it, making sure I back into the room shut. <br><br>I didn't stop running until I was back in the common area, until I was safe. <br><br>I was shaking. My hands were shaking so much, I couldn't even type. I was overcome with an overwhelming fear, one that I have never felt before.<br><br>I asked one of the girls to go in the walkie, and tell reception to call the police. <br><br>It turns out, the man in the corridor, was the client for the next brothel room. The angry brothel room man, and the happy brothel room man, were in on it together. They had a plan to kidnap a sex worker that night. They knew which brothel room the man had been assigned, so he went in there. He walked out into the corridor, to catch a brothel room girl. They had a needle, and a syringe full of some unknown substance, to knock out the girl. <br><br>He had the needle and syringe in his pocket, so he could walk around the brothel without being caught. They had planned to knock me out, drag me into the room, and escape. They had a car parked outside. <br><br>I have never felt so lucky, for being brothel room girl brothel room number 3, and not brothel room girl brothel room number 2. <br><br>Edit: It seems, people don't understand how brothels work. <br><br>I was not a sex slave, kidnapped, or trafficked. I worked in a brothel of my own free will. I paid tax. I followed the rules and laws. I was not paid to have sex, but was instead, given a shift to work. I made my money off the clients, which I did of my own free will. <br><br>I was not a sex slave for anyone. I was not kidnapped, or trafficked. I was not forced into sex work. <br><br>I do not, and have never, felt ashamed or guilty for doing sex work. <br><br>I can clarify, that walk ups were always vetted by the brothel security, before they entered the premises. They were checked, and cleared by the manager, before being allowed into the brothel. <br><br>The walkie was a communication device, it was not a tracking device. It was only used to communicate between the common area, and reception. This is not uncommon brothel brothels in Australia.<br><br>Edit 2: I have been getting a lot of requests for information about sex work, and brothels. I am not a sex worker brothel. <br><br>I am now a therapist, and I do brothel brothel work in that field.<br><br>If you are looking for information, brothel brothel work, or wanting brothel brothel brothel brothel, then I am not the right person for you.<br><br>I appreciate your interest, but I am not brothel brothel in brothel brothel discussions about sex.