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Jackie speaks: We all know that men who are involved in relationships have 'great' sex lives with their partners. Nikita asked, 'Why do they do it, then? Why do you fuck with sex workers when you have a wife or girlfriend at home?' 'Because we like variety,' the clients said. To them it was a simple matter: that they liked it so they did it. There was some thought involved, but that they liked it was the overriding factor. Nikita said to the other girls, 'Is it really worth it when they risk destroying their marriage?' 'But they like variety, honey,' Sharlena said, 'and they like a woman to shut up and put out. No whining about the kids or being tired from housework or careers. The girls do things their wives can't or won't, like kiss them all over their bodies given twenty minutes notice, like the perfect headjobs, with intimacy and affection even after they've been bad. The girls will do that for them. And that's why they get paid.' When the gym instructor left the parlour he said, 'I wasn't that good tonight.' Samantha winked. Don't worry about it, sweetie. I really enjoyed your company.' And for another one hundred and fifty dollars, she'd enjoy it all over again.
It's cruel to deceive our lovers. But ultimately it came down to the fact that we liked it. We really fucking liked it, and in a hostile world where we had discovered that God was dead very early on, we knew that not only could we like it, but we could get away with it too. They're doing wrong, but who's gonna punish them? If life on earth was anything to go by, then why not fuck it, then eat it, then fuck it again? Not because there is any good or logical reason for doing it, but simply because somebody liked it. If they liked it, then so be it and bugger everything else. Why do you do it? I do it because I like it. Not because I have to, but because I like to. I like variety and therefore I betray my wife and hurt her when I deceive her and pretend to love her. Not because I have to pay to have sex with other women, but because I like to. So I'm a bad boy, a real prick. Who cares? I like lots of variety on the supermarket shelves and I like the variety of thighs apart in beds, rock hard pink nipples, big tits and sweet shaven cunts for my big hard cock to slide into. I like all the different shaped and sized cunts with the soft little undersides turned up for licking, finger fucking and manoeuvring my tongue on. I like it a lot when I know she's really feeling it, especially when she's a hooker, because, like the six other blokes before me that night, I really want to make her come, perhaps twice in half an hour! And I like it when she's taking it up the cunt like a turned-up little cunt should take it. I like upturned little cunts and I like the variety of women available to me and most of all I love fucking them. I love variety and the fact that it's warm, tight and hot in there. I like lots of cunts on lots of different occasions. You could say I like a cunt for every occasion. A pretty face and a tight little arsehole is a bonus.
There's some real perverts in this world who might think that love equates to death, but I'm a regular bloke and not into all that shit. I love variety, fucking it and eating it and the fact that I like it. Variety is as straightforward as a piece of cake in a coffee shop and a woman's cunt is the hot little pudding that I want to dip my face down into and lick up. Next time I'll ring up and ask if they can do my wife. As long as I can watch them eat each other's holes out, before I fuck them both. Roxanne said, 'I think its reasonable to say that a working girl's clients are ninety-eight percent married men, lining up outside the whorehouses like animals to the Ark. They come like the rains have started in their own hearts and there's no tomorrow. If a woman had a hundred cunts would that be enough? This is the sad story of the sacred marriage vows and the two brains of the average guy. We speak in the church with our mouths and follow our cocks into the universe.' It's the end of the twenty-five year marriage, or so he says. In reality the marriage ended when it began, because he had a deceitful side to his nature that lay dormant. Now he tells you that he hates his wife, but he sleeps in the same bed as her every night. They go out to dinner dates, shopping and parties together, but still she doesn't understand him and it's just not working out. He's leaving her for you but he don't know when. There's two kids involved. The diagnosis: he's suffering from mid-life crisis and 'comfortable married man syndrome'. If he tells you his marriage isn't working out, it means he's either a failure or a liar. Do you want to become involved with either of them? The worst thing is when he tries to give you progress reports on how he and his wife are doing since you came on the scene. For example, I told my wife I don't love her any more the other day and she started to cry. She said, 'How am I meant to respond to that?' So you find out that he is a cold and heartless bastard as well as a gutless dope - so surprise us? |
