Bitches!

I’ve been working at the House now for about 7 months. Initially when I started my friend warned me that there was often bitchiness amongst the women. This didn’t surprise me considering our workplace consisted of strong, dominant women. There is cattiness amongst females at the best of times in any work environment. Put a bunch of strong-willed, determined and often sadistic women into a small space you are bound to get fireworks.

At the start I kept to myself. I was ignored by most of the women, partly because I was new, and partly because some of the women didn’t like my friend, the one who got me the job. I was immediately judged on my association with my friend, and one woman even went out of her way to ignore me because of this.

I was also shy, and looking back could have made more effort to get to know people and prove myself as someone they could trust.

I kept to myself. I never spoke badly about anyone. I only ever confessed my dislike of others to my friend. We had a trust in each other, but really in no one else. I tried to fly under the radar as much as possible, and at the same time be as friendly as possible to everyone. I tried my hardest not to take sides with anyone or any group.

Up until now things have been going pretty well. Then the other day I had small disagreement with one of the receptionists. I felt it was nothing major, something that could easily be rectified amongst adults. Now for whatever reason, my behaviour was referred to the Head Mistress. She contacted me and had a number of issues to discuss, including complaints from other women I worked with. Just when I think everything is fine and that I’m on everyone’s good side, I find out there are women bitching and complaining about me and the way I work. The matter at hand got resolved but what really disturbed me was some of the things people were saying behind my back.

Obviously I had let my guard down too far and some of the women, my colleagues, had taken their opportunity to strike. I would have to be more vigilant, guarded; trust no one.

When you spend all day with a group of people you tend to grow friendly, like any workplace really. What can be forgotten is that we are each other’s competition. The friendships are just an illusion, a facade in place to pass the time between clients. Some people obviously don’t forget that. They will stab you in the back, and the front, and anywhere they can get their claws into you.

Most men are fickle when it comes to Mistresses. They forgo experience for youth, and their sessions can only suffer for it. So the older and more experienced Mistresses get passed over for their younger counterparts. This only serves to make them jealous and bitter. Through no fault of mine I am being attacked merely for my youth, and for the fickleness of men.

I’ve learned my lesson now. No one is truly my friend here. It’s all business and I must remember that.