Behind Closed Doors

In the 1980s I worked as an office temp. A chance meeting was to change my life.
Swapping typewriter, notepad and pencil for oil, talc and tissue bags. I became a masseuse (posh huh?) working in a massage parlour.
Life BEHIND CLOSED DOORS was more than you could imagine.
My encounters: Conflict with owners, bitchy women who try to sabotage me, kinky requests from punters, and a vicious, violent pimp – Dakota.