Bone – Between Carrot and Stick

Here is a narrative of an industry which is illegal and almost non-existent. However, the narration will connect through many, cutting across businesses and trade lines.

In a whorehouse, the newcomers are being paid more, i.e., newcomers in terms of new to line of business, work culture, lesser experience, less professional -in enticing customers. On the other hand, the seasoned ones, however professional they might be, no matter how many customers they retain out of their sheer professionalism and “Loyalty”, are paid less. The owner of the brothel always has the pretext of encouraging, read pampering, fresh talent.

How much it hurts to be paid less having worked longer, is technically equivalent to a wife witnessing her husband showering all niceties to his mistress, while all work gets done through the wife. [You can imagine listening to Sam Smith’s song, “You think I’m crazy, coz you don’t think I know what you’ve done. But when you call me baby, I know I’m not the only one.]

The trade secrets, which the others are unaware of, are entrusted with such older professionals. Then no wonder, the older whores, crib and cry for more, but don’t dare to leave the whorehouse. They have developed phobias of sustenance and continuing business, besides a tolerance to insults and demeaning demeanours in the hands of others.

In spite of under-paid status, that they are subjected to, plans to deceit or betrayal shall never occur in their minds. This, the owner is too sure of, yet, the statement would be, “Why 5, 3 would do. They’re not going anywhere. Leave them to me”. Owner absolves from any responsibility or allegiance to the welfare of such doggedly faithful employees. From this point of view, it is rightly a savings on human costs, and added profits to the business.

These whores of the yonder times weigh lesser value when it comes to moving on to other whorehouses. This is because, over the years, when the references are made to their last-pay-drawn, other whorehouses perceive that having been paid so less, these members would definitely be of a lesser calibre. There, their hirers will hesitate for this very reason. It is real that people draw perceptions from their last-pay-drawn. Values and many skillsets still remain intangibles.

New whores are certainly unaware of the treatment meted to older ones or on the contrary ignorant of the oldies’ expertise in the field that they have moved in. Forgiving them for such ignorance, it is their indifference that older ones condemn.

Thanks to the owner, they are completely in a state of bliss for a year or two, or till the wear and tear shows up, whichever is early. Metaphorically, the husband throws out the mistress into the dungeons of indifference as he did with the wife. Only then, will the pampered butterflies come down to ground and face the muck. Without much ado, they look for an immediate opportunity to fly to hinterland.

The stupid old whores do not even realise that they too can move out. Being victims of the placebo effect, they continue to crib and cry. Occasionally, get excitedly happy with the sight of a bone (without flesh) that the owner might throw at some point of time. Here comes a new philosophy, “bone – between carrot and stick”.

God save them. I am sure you could relate to the whore story.