“If you’re an amateur you don’t really know what to do with your feet. When freshened up, he thanks her, says “I had a lovely time,” pays her and wanders back into the main lobby to find another foot to kiss. “He was polite,” she says, explaining how he kept his clothes on as he gratified himself. I mean, I thought he was just going to kiss my feet.
He constantly asks if she is OK with what he’s doing as he rips her black stilettos off with his teeth, massaging her calves, groaning while sucking her toes clean. It’s her first time but she never feels uncomfortable. “At first I didn’t notice the napkins, lotion and wipes in the corner of the room and then you start piecing it together,” she recalls. They walk in together, he closes the door and she sits on the couch. “The ad said it was 400 bucks a night, which is very enticing,” Olivia explains, “but the guy in charge explained it’s $20 per 10 minutes” - so you’d need to see a lot of clients over a lot of time to make that happen. “The men made it a point to tell us this was their first time,” she says, “even though they already knew some of the girls by name.”Ī finance man with a little potbelly invites Olivia to a private massage room. About 30 walk in, one by one, with their salt-and-pepper hair and big stomachs, each paying a $100 entrance fee to the foot pimp. They brought the girliest drinks possible, whipped-cream Svedka, cherry flavored vodka,” Olivia says.Īfter the girls get a little liquored up, the men appear. “It took place at a spa but with lots of couches and massage tables and a liquor table that was literally a reception desk covered with alcohol the men were told to bring because the spa legally can’t sell liquor. Grabbing each foot, he analyzes the profile, bending them down then up and checking for hangnails or hammertoes. “He was looking for high arches and small feet,” Olivia says. He tells the girls one by one to sit in the opposite chair, then demands they bare their soles. Olivia and the herd of those selected walk into the smaller room where two chairs sit ready for interrogation. The man who placed the ad walks in, pointing to some and moving them into another room. Wearing pants, a dressy tank and black stilettos, she quickly hugs the wall, nervous she was scammed into sex trafficking. “I thought they said dress like you were going to a club apparently, I came a little overdressed,” Olivia says. More than 30 girls wait in the lobby dolled up in corsets, 5-inch heels and speaking everything but English. After dark, it’s decorated to look like a bordello.
The event took place Thursday at a Midtown spa, where regular hours feature routine services such as scrubs and massages. “They told me to get a pedicure and dress like you’re going to a club.” “It only took them four hours to contact me back,” she says. The ad, which said, “Girls With Pretty Feet Needed (age 18-30) (Lower East Side),” asked for only her name, phone number and a head shot.
“I’m only young and living in New York once,” says Olivia, who declined to give her full name. It’s hard to get a leg up in this town - so one college student is getting a foot in the door instead.Īfter responding to a Craigslist ad last year, a 19-year-old NYU student became a “foot prostitute,” offering up her toes to men for the promise of $500 to $800 a week part-time. TOOTSY ROLL: These feet netted Olivia $200 an hour from well-heeled fetishists.