It was a brisk and beautiful fall day when I first met Steffi, the madam of an upscale brothel in the Czech Republic town of Plzen. Steffi's Club was one of the many houses of ill-repute surrounding the Namestm town center , but it had the reputation of being more clean and reputable -- unlike many of the rundown establishments that imported poverty-stricken young Russian women in what pretty much amounted to slave trade.
I had heard many glowing reviews of Steffi's from happy German clients while drinking beer at the local cafes. This, I soon learned, was the problem. Steffi had too many German clients and not enough Brits and Americans. Plzen was becoming a more popular destination for English-speaking tourists vacationing in Prague, all of them wanting to sample the world-famous beers brewed in the city that invented Pilsner. We met at the hour strip club around the corner from my office at the University of West Bohemia.
I was a regular at the bar because of Svatka, a bartender and weekend dancer at the club. Svatka was a sweet girl, generous and outgoing. She had the most amazing tattoo I had ever seen: a single, intricate, long-stemmed rose growing out from what she innocently referred to as her "field of dreams.
We had begun dating after Svatka allowed me to closely inspect her tattoo during a private lap dance to celebrate my 32nd birthday. Steffi was one of her best friends. From the beginning, Steffi was all business. She told me she had four young ladies on her staff Lenka, Magda, Renata and Tereza , and though they could all speak enough English to get by with a client, Steffi thought they needed to know some cute phrases, colloquialisms and dirty slang to inspire return business and word-of-mouth advertising.
She asked if I would be interested in becoming their teacher, providing them with five one-hour lessons a week, with payment to be taken in cash or trade. Now I had to create lesson plans. Although I had never used the services of such ladies before, I did know a bit about the business. I rented a basement flat from a friend and lived next to two Scottish girls who turned tricks part-time to supplement their incomes as waitresses at a popular fish-and-chips shop.
