Sunday, August 26, 2012


Review: Amante-International Escort
Extended version beautifully edited by my amazingly talented girlfriend

I work very hard and I like to treat myself. When I do, nothing but the best will do.
After having a somewhat hellish week, I decided I deserved something special, a gift just for me. His name was Amante and my,  what a glorious gift he would turn out to be. He had a noteworthy reputation. I had heard stories about him, many filled with wild passions unbridled and much adulated stamina and technique. If one was to believe the stories told, Amante was a living sex god. I decided it was time I had myself a little of that Amante legend and find out if what I had heard was true. It took a few emails to arrange, but soon enough I had The Amante on a flight to Melbourne to spend an entire evening with me, ending at sunrise the next day.
I booked us a room at Casino Crown Towers and decided to spend the afternoon readying myself for his arrival. This involved taking a long slow bath, applying oils and potions to my body, putting on my sexiest lingerie and fantasising about our evening together. My entire body was quivering with anticipation.
Amante was picked up at the airport by the limo Crown Casino generously provided for the occasion. Right at the top of the hour I heard a knock at the door. It’s him! My heart pounded. What would he be like? As strong and confident as I had imagined? As charming and debonair? “Surely not” I said to myself, as I dismissed my girlish thoughts. But he would definitely be handsome. Everybody said he was handsome. And tonight he was all mine!
 I checked my reflection and opened the door. There he was. He appeared remarkably relaxed, his tie loosened around his neck as he leaned casually on the doorframe, but his presence was unmistakable. He had an air of royalty about him and instinctively I began to bow, only catching myself moments before my faux par was realised. He exuded masculinity and mystery, the combination forming an overwhelming sexual appeal. Many spoke of his sexual magnetism, such that it was that no living creature was known to be immune. As my eyes surveyed this magnificent creature, I felt a stirring between my thighs. I attempted to speak, but my breath caught. My head felt light and everything was spinning. I fell to the ground landing at the feet of what I can only describe as a God-like creature.
Amante helped me up and guided me inside the room. He sat me down and poured two glasses the Veuve Cliquot that had been chilling in an ice bucket. He handed me a glass and gazed into my eyes. His were deep, dark oceans of sadness. Just as I began to drown in their depths, his rich, velvety voice spoke my name. “Kara” he said “There is something I need to tell you. It’s something I need to disclose before we can proceed. In fact, I will ask you to sign a waiver agreement”. He paused. A long pause pregnant with meaning. The air was getting heavy around us. Or was it just me?
“I am addicted to chocolate” he finally said. “Lindt chocolate to be specific. There are 10 flavours of it that I crave, need, cannot live without and require in order to function. It started long time ago, in my adolescence. I’ve tried to fight it, but I simply can’t. I have a secret room in my house with nothing but shelves lined with 10 flavours of Lindt. I feel compelled to feed it to all of my conquests and clients. It is an uncontrollable urge and I cannot perform without stuffing your mouth and mine with chocolates. As you may be aware, chocolate can cause diabetes, weight gain, allergic reaction and other unpleasant side effects. You must sign the waiver, Kara, or I cannot proceed. I understand if you refuse and I will refund the money for the airfare”
I had heard him speak, but only words and nothing was remembered. My mind seemed blank, unable to comprehend. My only thought was of him. My lips would not move as it seemed my body was no longer in my control. I batted my long eyelashes at him and attempted to nod in agreement. “Anything for you, My King”, I silently mused.
Amante produced the papers and handed me his Mont Blanc. I was trying to read, really I was. I couldn’t focus. His hands, his strong hands were so near mine. I could smell him and with purpose, I inhaled deeply. He exuded an essence hard to describe in mere words. His presence was a heady mixture of masculinity, confidence and strength, all with a suggestion of a deeply buried vulnerability that only a real women (and chocolate) could soothe. Tonight, I would be that women, I dreamt to myself.
 Abruptly snapping me back to reality, he gently took my face in his hands. “Screw the paperwork” he breathed and before I knew what was happening, he had my hands pinned to the wall above my head and with his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head back, forcing my mouth to open. He began to kiss me. They were hard urgent kisses, like those of two long lost lovers that after years, had been reunited. These kisses, I came to soon realise, were the kisses I had been yearning for all my life.
I could feel his throbbing member pressing against my burning loins. My eyes begged him to touch me more. He moved his hands slowly across my chest to find my blouse already unbuttoned. He peeled back the silk and exposed my heaving breasts. My hardened nipples eagerly awaited his touch. His deft fingers skimmed my neck and décolletage but eluded my expectant nipples. I began to ache. I moved to get his hands closer to my nipples. He continued to tease me, moving his hands anywhere but where I needed them to be. My hard nipples now almost red, stood as if a beacon, attracting his fingertips to them. Squeeze them, I silently begged. Forever had past, then he whispered my name as he tenderly touched my erect nipples. Finally he squeezed them and my whole body moaned with ecstatic relief. He began to remove Lindt chocolates from various pockets, stuffing my mouth and then his, with his secret delight.
I felt time disappear. The world around us ceased to exist. My body and my very soul were under his spell. His burning passion engulfed me completely. I lost all sense of where I was as the two of us became one. All I felt was the undeniable arousal coming from between my legs.
I could hear him fumble at his belt buckle and his trousers (finally) dropped to the floor revealing his huge manhood standing to attention. My eyes bulged, attempting to take it all in. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a trumpet saluting. It seemed everyone and everything stood still, at once in awe of his pulsating member, whilst I silently said a prayer. His chiselled abs and toned torso, a magnificent back drop to his divine masterpiece.
Next, I felt Amante’s muscular arms effortlessly lift me and I was thrown to the bed. He pinned me down and proceeded to fuck my whole body. He rhythmically penetrated every orifice so magically that I wished I had more. Lindt chocolates seem to be appearing from everywhere until our entire bodies and all of our surroundings were dripping with Lindt decadence.
Hours of endless pleasure ensued as my body quivered from orgasmic delight. Sweat trickled between my breasts as this Adonis brought me to climax after earth-shuddering climax.
I disappeared in the touch of his fingers, lips, skin, arms, chest and mouth and was irretrievably lost by the touch of his engorged manhood.
Reality gently crept in as the sun began rise, casting shimmering light across his toned chest and a halo above his still hardened cock. I watched him slowly dress, unable to move as the wake of the countless orgasms wretched my sweat-glistened body.
He gently kissed me on the top of my head and left quietly, trailing chocolate footsteps behind him.
I laid there in daze for what seemed like hours, memories of out tryst going through my mind.
I will never forget you, Amante.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Punter perspective vs. what's REALLY happened

After exchanging PMs with gorgeous,smart and witty Kelly Raines last week, I really wanted to experience Camelot Lounge.
I've made arrangements to work there and did so yesterday.
The place was just as Kelly told me: brand spanking new, immaculately clean, modern. High quality linen (and plenty of it in RIGHT sizes :), heat pumps in every room (including girl's lounge),flat-screen TV's and state-of-the-art equipment.
But most importantly, I found management and staff genuinely lovely. These people not only know their job and do it well, they really care about WGs well-being. To them we are not just a revenue-producing cattle, but valuable human beings.
For instance, in the middle of the shift I was told that I don't have to do more intros if I feel tired or need a break, although I was the only girl working and there was a client downstairs. This shows integrity, as parlour was willing to forgo their profit in order to make sure that I was OK. WOW! Almost unheard of.
A lot of parlour owners/receptionists TALK about caring, but their actions tell me otherwise.
This was genuine. I thank you lovely Ivy,Annie and Trish for making my experience in Camelot a great one.
I've met some really cool clients there as well-the guys were great! We had a lot of fun.
The only wrinkle was my last booking.
The client posted a comment about it in General Discussion on Camelot thread and I feel compelled to reply.
The guy's name on the forum is jbn.

Gentleman in question (fairly young,strong,well-built) arrived around 9:40pm and I did an intro for him. He didn't ask much, apart from whether or not I kiss (I do).
He booked me for an hour.
In we went into warm and toasty room.
He wanted to get "down to business" straight away, no massage or small talk for him. That's fine-that's what this business is all about :)
So into the bed we dove, him sucking my boobs and kneading/twisting them hard (really hard).
Passionate French (deep tongue) kissing followed, then onto long, enthusiastic fellatio and cunnilingus.
He said he wanted to fuck me then. I was happy to oblige. Straddled him in cowgirl position and rode him hard (him twisting my boobs still). He then grabbed me and brought me close and we had what I can only describe as very vigorous sex. I was moaning,screaming, encouraging him to go on and praising his member, telling him how great it feels (as a good SP does).
More of the same followed when we flipped into missionary position. Me gyrating my hips and sound effects described above.
We went at it so hard and fast, i was considering changing condoms at one point, But it looked fine, so I didn't.
Back into cowgirl we went. The guy now decided to add hard slapping of my boobs to already hard kneading and twisting. He slapped me repeatedly and so hard, my boobs were beet red.
I don't like pain. I definitely do not ENJOY it. however, I am a service provider in the industry that is very unique. Clients pay me to do/experience things they cannot or will not do to their partners for various reasons. That's why I earn more than minimum wage:). I am always aware of that and appreciate that it costs quite a bit of money to see a WG.
I also understand that certain things happen "in the heat of the moment". I always try not to break the mood, especially when I know the client is close to coming. So I let slide an occasional hard hair yank and a slap that's too hard,etc.
If a client persist engaging in activity that really hurts at length, I still try give him subtly clues, rather than bring him back to reality with a harsh comment: I usually stop showing any signs of enjoying this particular move/activity. a lot of clients get a hint and move on, a lot ask beforehand whether or not that can do certain things to me (great idea, always best to negotiate in advance, so there are no unpleasant surprises).
I only bring things to a complete halt when it's something serious. Like the time a client wanted to show off his (non-existent) strength and tried to get up while holding (and fucking) me on his lap. He dropped me and I cracked my head open on the protruding corner of the wall closet (true story).

Well, back to the client from last night. He put his hands around my throat and started squeezing. Hard. For real. He wasn't playing. He kept saying "You like it rough, don't you". He wasn't coming,either. I knew I had to stop him. I said "No. I don't like it. Move on".
He did apologise, but said that "a lot of people like it". Not many that I know of, but,yes, some people are into it. It has to be negotiated in advance, safety procedures need to be put in place and it will, most definitely, cost extra.
As he stopped with slapping and choking, I continued on with the session. I always give two warnings ("twice nice" rule), as this is a commercial situation, where money is paid for a certain service. I don't throw tantrums, pout, get petulant or use erroneous behaviour as an excuse to squeeze more money from a client or terminate the booking prematurely.
The buzzer went off and continued stimulating the guy (hand job now) until he climaxed.
I thought the buzzer was a bit early, but sometimes there are good reasons for receptionists/managers to ring the buzzer to finish the booking early rather than create panic (like the time when a parlour was getting flooded downstairs and we had to leave the building-happened in South Melbourne parlour 1.5 years ago).
The client didn't make any comments about the timing of the buzzer, nor did he question it. He showered, got dressed, kissed me on the chick and I walked him downstairs (still wrapped in towel).
I honestly had no clue as to what happened next until an hour later,as I was showering, straightening my room and having a cup of tea upstairs.
Apparently, he addressed the issue of short time with receptionist. It actually was an honest mistake: a manager accidentally logged wrong time into the computer). I really don't know exactly how the conversation went, but the difference was refunded to him.
When receptionist explained to me later what happened, I OFFERED to refund the difference of my portion of the money and did so immediately (handed $50 to the receptionist). To me the issue was resolved.
I did not find out about this guy's comment/post until this morning.

So, let me sum it up:
-The client got FULL half hour (no time wasted for massage/small talk) of hard and fast sex,non-stop
-He also engaged in ALL THE EXTRAS for which I didn't charge him
-He did cum

-I was roughed up and choked
-He did get his money back to make up for shorter stay
-He received an apology from the manager re. timing mistake and was offered further incentives/discounts

And yet he is still complaining about the experience? Go figure

Here's a copy and paste of punter's post:

 Just returned from a booking at camelot in heidelberg,

i saw the add for yanna and though why not, her body was good face was average (in my opinion) anyway doing our thing, she was unreponsive so i tired a few things and then she snapped at me and cracked the shit's i apoligiesed and then she went back to normal like nothing happened, service was average at best from her.

Heres the best part, buzzer went (i thought it was a little early for an hr booking) after i showered i check the eftpos receipt in my pocket it showed i was charged at 8:49 for a 1 hr booking and it was only 9:25 and that was after i had showered and got dressed. I complained (had showed her the Receipt yet) and she said nah it was an hr, i then showed her that she was wrong and then said yeah the manager typed it in wrong, but you can go back upstairs for your half an hr, i declined and asked for my money back and she refused because i paid by eftpos she could not refund me. Apparently i would have to call back tomorrow and ask the manager for my money (yeah when i have no proof to prove i was short changed) i demanded my money and she called the manager and pretended like the manager knew that she mistakenly keyed my booking in the computer for 30min even though the manager had not taken my money for used the computer when i booked.

They eventually gave me my $100 back for the difference in time after i stood my ground.

This is disgraceful conduct i have been a client there since it opened and have spent thousands of dollars there and they try and scam me and the refuse to refund my money, what a joke, i will never return ever.

Punter Planet has no "right of reply" for WGs, however, after some correspondence with the forum owner/administrator my reply was,indeed,posted, here's what the Original Poster had to say:

 Yana's account was accurate but i did not squeeze her throat i merely placed my hands around it, she was unemotional and seemed to be enjoying me giving her tits a slap (she was moaning and enjoying it, but obviously she didn't in her story)

any way Yana was not the one in question here, it was the fact the receptionist stumbled over her story about the 'time' slip up,

anyway all is irrelevant i personally wont be visiting camelot every again,

The guy admitted I was telling the truth, when I confronted him on the forum, but even then his statement is inconsistent: he claims I was "unemotional", yet states that I "seemed to enjoy the slapping and moaning"... So which one was it, mate?
So the proof is in the pudding, quite obviously.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Sometimes I wonder what parlour owners/managers are thinking.

I work both privately and at the parlours when I am in Melbourne.
I usually decide at the start of the week where I am going to work on any given day during that week.
I take various factors into the account: whether or not I have pre-booked private sessions (and if so, what duration), what other appointments I have scheduled (such as hair,facials,massages,etc), what
private life meetings/commitments I have.
Once I figure all this out and decide which days I would want to go to the parlour, I decide which parlour I want to work at.
I've worked in  half a dozen or so in Melbourne and have a good relationship with all of them. Generally, I text or call and ask how many girls the parlour I have in mind has on the roster for the day I am interested in working and then make my decision.
Obviously, I never want to go on shift when they already have 8-12 girls on. It's not productive. Besides, I took care of my finances throughout my career and am never in a situation where I must work because my rent/bills are due and I have no money. I quite enjoy the freedom my hard work and good financial planning afford me.
If a parlour has plenty of girls for the shift I want, I just move on and contact another parlour.

Managers and receptionists really appreciate girls who are on time,fully made up and ready for intros, create no fuss, don't bitch and whine,etc. It helps if you are generally pleasant, don't have any bad habits, conduct yourself in a professional manner with staff,other girls and clients. Additional brownie points for going up in the room within 2 min after you've conducted a health check (some girls take as long as 20-25 min,smoking and chatting, while the client is buzzing the receptionist from the room demanding the service he's paid for) and have a good time management (i.e. don't buzz receptionist repeatedly during the booking asking how much time is left on the clock).
I fit all those parameters and usually keep myself busy in between the bookings by doing work on my laptop/tablet or reading. Hence a lot of parlour owners/managers are happy to have me on shift. They would never lie to me and tell me there are "no girls", when in fact they have half a dozen. They know I will simply not stay if I realise that's what happened and will probably not work at that parlour much after that. Besides, I am quite cooperative and when they call/text me on my day off asking to come in because they really don't have any girls, I will always try to accommodate and help out. It's all about give and take and it works really well when both parties understand that.
I also often see my private clients in parlours,as law in Victoria prohibits WGs from seeing clients at their homes (I wouldn't anyway). This brings additional revenue to the parlour, as those are the clients they wouldn't have otherwise. Sometimes  clients are never been to a particular parlour before and want to return based on what they've seen (interior design, bedding and linen,decor,cleanliness,etc).

Although many parlours have desired number of hours they want you to work, it's flexible and a WG can leave pretty much any time she wants.
Some parlours offer incentives. For example, if a WG had 6 bookings, they will give her ENTIRE amount of the 6th booking (house will not keep their room fee), provided said WG worked a full shift (usually between 6-8 hours).
A lot of girls stay at work for a really long time trying to make this bonus, but it's their decision, parlour does not force them to do so.
Many parlours provide complimentary snacks for girls. Commonly, tea and coffee and bread for toast. Better ones have small cans of tuna,minute noodles, tomatoes and cold cuts. This actually really helps, as not all the girls are willing to order take-outs (especially when they are having a slow shift) and a little nourishment goes a long way.
Some parlours have computers available to the girls free of charge with unlimited data. Again, it helps to keep girls put.

Ideally, owners/managers want to have as many trouble/habit-free girls who are attractive,well-presented and easy to get along with on shift as possible, as this results in more bookings and more $$$ for the parlour. It's a bonus if a girl has regulars who come and see her OR if she is new to that particular establishment (usually all the guys want to sample a new delight, so it creates sharp spike in bookings). Also appreciated are savvy girls who promote themselves through the use of forums, twitter, personal websites,etc.
A lot of owners/managers understand the concept of give and take and strive to create environment where such girls would enjoy working, thus enticing them to come back. They try to be flexible with scheduling, offer incentives (bonuses), bring unexpected treats (like REAL coffee from the nearby cafe and fresh muffins) and generally create a goodwill atmosphere.
I must say that owners of Collingwood Confidential in Melbourne are at the top of my list. Not only they have beautiful premises with high-quality linen, they go out of their way and do all those extras I've mentioned above.
Manhattan Terrace is quite good and so is Pickwood Lodge.

My pet-peeves where the parlours are concerned are (in no particular order):
-Threadbare, tatty linen-very embarrassing for the parlour and for myself
-Obvious lack of proper professional cleaning (EWWWWWWW)
-Linen that does NOT fit properly (i.e. when parlour has both queen size AND king size beds, but only queen size sheets-WTF??)
-Parlours that are cold and refuse to spend money on sufficient heating. The nature of our job is to get naked and have some fun. If you are freezing and shivering, what kind of fun could you possibly have? Cold parlours also present an obvious problem for the client ;)
-Lack of filtering system (i.e. allowing girls that are obviously under the influence of substances come on shift. If I see it, I leave immediately-I deem this unsafe for everyone).
-Unreasonable demands/expectations re. shift duration and "mandatory" number of shifts scheduled per week. I do this job because it affords me the flexibility to pursue my other interests and I certainly will not spend hours on end in a place that's not busy  (usually it's those kinds of places that play these games). I am an independent contractor and do not get paid unless I have a booking, so, I am sure, you can see the logic.
-Receptionists who are on some sort of "power trip" and attempt to instill their authority for no reason whatsoever. Now, I actually like structure and discipline, that's not what I am talking about. My girlfriend is a parlour receptionist, so I full well understand the challenges they face. The job is not easy.
Receptionist can make a break a shift. Seriously. Really good ones (like my girlfriend) will create a mutually respectful and beneficial atmosphere with a good flow of energy (I subscribe to Eastern philosophies). Everyone would be happy and this, in turn, will bring more happiness (and money) to everyone. Bad receptionist can ruin the shift for everybody. Normally, when faced with a bad receptionist, I don't engage, but rather remove myself from the situation (leave the parlour).
-Lying receptionists who try to get as many girls as possible on their shift without giving any consideration to the fact that we all need to make money and we don't get paid unless booked.

I like to try different places. Sometimes for variety and sometimes purely out of curiosity: I hear rumours about a place and I want to find out for myself. It's just the way I am: I like to collect data to form an opinion of my own. Inquiring minds want to know. And I have a lot of data :)

Sometimes rumours are just that: idle gossip that has nothing to do with reality and sometimes they are spot on. Like that time when I tried a certain well known parlour (two-word name) which has a reputation for offering certain "special" service... Yip, everything they say is true: it does go on, pretty blatantly, I might add...
Oh, well... I do not judge: to each it's own, we all do what we have to do. It's definitely not my cup of tea, but then, of course, I have a choice: I can elect not to work there. And I have no intention of going back there at all.

A couple of weeks ago I've decided to try a new place for one shift. It's close to my house (I like to walk) and I've heard conflicting reports about it. Some girls said it was terrible and very slow and some said it was OK, but management had some unreasonable requirements.. So I rang a day before, asked if I could come on shift and was told "Sure,darl,come on in".
This place has a three-word name and is located right on one of the bigger, six-lane roads in inner Melbourne suburbs.
I turned up on time,as usual for me, but receptionist (who was pleasant) didn't seem to know anything about me. She was surprised I intended to stay for a shift, but had me fill out the form, checked my DC (monthly doctor's certificate, as per VIC law requirements) and after a brief tour of the premises told me to go change.
She also gave me about four pages to read. Mostly, it was about their bonus system, which sounded quite complicated and involved scheduling minimum of four shifts per week in advance (which I wasn't going to do) so I gave it a perfunctory read and returned it to the receptionist.
As I looked around the dressing room and girl's lounge, I saw quite a few memos. After carefully reading ALL of them, I can summarise the content for you: "Times are tough". That was pretty much the message ( in so many words in some cases). The parlour itself, although clean, had that "tired" look-I'm sure you know what I mean. Linen and towels weren't threadbare, but it all has seen better days. The place is quite old and it shows.
I know they've done some remodeling fairly recently (and lost whatever few girls they had in the process, as they shut the place down for weeks), but it clearly wasn't "rip it all out and let's start anew" type of remodel.
The place wasn't very warm,either. Dressing room was not heated at all. Girls lounge had a heater, but the hallway and kitchen areas (quite large ones) adjacent to it didn't, so every time some one went through the door (which happened often), it got a blast of cold air.

Every parlour dispenses money differently and that one had you write the amount (which receptionist verified and signed) on a form, put the money into a pouch and give it back to the receptionist.
On my first booking, I saw that only $50 was written down and a $50 bill next to it. As a payout was meant to be $70 for half an hour booking, I asked about that. Receptionist told me that they take $20 in the beginning, but I will get it back at the end of the shift. It didn't make sense to me (why bother taking it if you're going to give it back anyway? And what's that for?), but receptionist kept saying "Don't worry,darl, you'll get it back", so I went with it.
I had a couple of bookings that day (and, yes, I got my $20 back when I was ready to go home), nothing really to write home about and have decided to not go back.
They text me two days later asking to "help them out' and come on shift. I did. Next week more of the same. I did again and stayed for a double shift (which I hardly ever do), as daytime receptionist (very nice one) asked sweetly and I decided I will help out. That receptionist was example of a "good" one: she created a nice atmosphere, it was  friendly and amicable and we all made good money that day and night.
I did get a bit frustrated when, after working 15 hour shift, really tired, I had to spend another half an hour going through FOUR (!!) sheets,as none fit the king size bed in my room and none were marked, either. And then walking home at 2:30am because I couldn't get a taxi to save my life-all were occupied. Good thing my house is only 30 min walk from there.
Another week arrived and with it another text from that parlour, asking to work, because they had no girls.
That week was different, though. I had a client flying me for a booking in Canberra on Thurs and another one for a six-hour booking Fri evening. I've explained all that to the receptionist and told her I could do a short day shift on Fri and then late start day shift on Sat. She agreed.
As all this was done through text and I have never met or been introduced to the manager/owner, I do not know which receptionist I was talking to (she didn't sign her name, although I repeatedly signed mine).
I flew to Canberra as scheduled early Thursday morning. My booking went well. So well, in fact, that the client asked to extend it overnight. We agreed on the price and I text the parlour to let them know that I won't be able to make it for my scheduled shift on Fri. I contacted them at 4:45 pm Thurs afternoon to cancel 10am shift on Fri morning, so I felt I gave reasonable notice. Besides, the choice was obvious: I couldn't in good conscience say No to over a thousand dollars just to go to a parlour with no guarantee of ANY income. I received no reply or acknowledgement of my text from the parlour (which I thought was a bit rude), but there was nothing I could do about that.
All went well and my long booking on Fri night went as planned.
When I woke up Sat morning, the last thing I wanted to do was go to the parlour. I've made my money for the week and I was tired.
But I promised I'd be there, so I went.
I arrived at 11:30am (half an hour before I told them I'd be there) and did every intro from that moment forward.
I wasn't sure why they asked me to come in, as they had three girls besides me and that place is not busy at all. Four girls is more than enough (probably a couple too many, actually).
I had a couple of bookings, but it was really slow- hardly any guys were coming in. At 5 pm yet another girl arrived. It was clear they really didn't need me.
Sometime during the day receptionist asked me how long I was staying-I told her I'd see how it goes.
Well, it was Sat night, 6pm, just before big footy game (Geelong vs. Collingwood). I knew the place would be dead until 10pm and I had no intention of staying that long. Besides, they had four girls on without me!
I went to the reception desk and asked if I can go home. By then the night receptionist (whom I've never met before) has arrived. The day receptionist looked at the clock above my head and said "sure, you can go". It was 6:05pm.
I changed and went to the desk to collect my money. When the night receptionist handed it to me I realised that she didn't include $20 that was deducted on the first booking (as their custom I've described above). I asked if that was right. "Yes" they said "You didn't stay the full shift, so we deducting $20". I was never told what the 'full shift" was,so I asked. I was told it's 7 hours. I stood there just looking at them. I worked for 6 hours and 35 min. If they told me that I need to stay 7 hours when I asked if I could go home, of course, I would have stayed another 25 min!
So let's re-cap:
-The place has problem attracting/keeping girls which hugely affects their revenue (guys either don't come in or come and don't book, as there is hardly anyone on)
-They ASKED me to come in and help them out
-I didn't want to go there,as I was tired and didn't need the money (and I've explained my schedule for that week to them), but I promised, so I went
-I was on time (early,in fact), fully made up, well presented and cheerful
-I worked 6 hours and 35 min and would, most definitely, stay another 25 min if I was told I needed to do so
-I did get bookings (revenue for the parlour)
-I've helped them out in the past 

So in their wisdom, those receptionists decided to deduct $20 of MY money ( this was NOT a bonus, it was the money I earned through a booking) to thank me for all the trouble.
They couldn't even be bothered to explain all this to me beforehand, so at least I'd have a choice.

Do you think I will ever go back?

I didn't want to create any unpleasantness, so I said nothing and left.
I did text them on my way home, explaining politely why I was upset. I didn't ask for anything, I just wanted to make myself clear. I received no reply.

I will never go back to that place and will tell everyone who listens (and I know a LOT of people in the industry) about my experience as a warning. The first person I told was my girlfriend, of course, as soon as I got home (she is a parlour receptionist,remember?). She couldn't believe it. She is very logical, rational person . She absolutely could not comprehend why someone would want all kinds of negative feedback over $20 that didn't belong to them in the first place?

Sometimes I wonder what parlour owners and managers are thinking...