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'I was going to send you a bottle of perfume for Christmas, but now I'm not.' 'Oh no ... what?' 'I bought you a bunch of flowers but I left them on the train.' 'Well, as long as you didn't leave your dick on the train.' I have this bottle of perfume. I was going to send it this week, but I thought I'd send it in January. 'That's okay,' Nikita said, 'I still have some of the other one that my mother bought me left, and I can use that up while I wait.' Now, if I was to send you the bottle of perfume in January, where are you going to spray it exactly?' For Christ's sake, Nikita, just tell the fucker to shut the fuck up and send the fucking perfume or I'll shove the fucking bottle right up his fucking arsehole. I'm sick to death of all the fuckwits who promise all the bullshit in the world. Fucken Hell. Less fucken talk and more fucken action. They should just shut the fuck up and send the fucking perfume, or give to charity anonymously. I bought you a bottle of perfume for your birthday. It's so hard to do. As long as they shut the fuck up, you know I don't even care about the bottle of fucking perfume, as long as they shut up I think I'll be happy enough. Oh yes, they all hate their wives, but they fuck them every night and take them out to nice restaurants. If you're a wife you better look at that credit card, honey, and where the money's going to, you know what I'm sayin'? These guys are 'about it' and you are the suckers who are giving it away, yet again, while they pay for it elsewhere. Yesterday she wore the cheap engagement ring and when they fucked in the evening, she came like an elephant through a window, only to be told the greatest lie in the world and that is, to him yours is the only hot little cunt that's really worth something. Think again.
Roxanne speaks: It was easy not to feel anything. I look at a tree and scan its structure with a blank gaze. His cock was like a cucumber, hard and organic. It took me three seconds to get used to it, seventy minutes to bring him off, and several men to realise that they were all the same. This was a relief. Nikita flashed her newly shaven pussy at us. Samantha said, 'Forget the fellas, sweetie. I'll give you a hundred and fifty for that!' She giggled, and rolled over on the bedspread like a mushroom gathering light onto its underside. Five thirty a.m. and the hotels and nightclubs are closing. A jungle of men lined up outside my motel room door. The green light of the mobile phone, the gentle colour of the sky before tropical rain, barking geckos on the brick wall outside. For the younger and more inexperienced girls offering them a scotch when they come in or a long massage is the easy part of the booking. The conversation and the fake orgasm were more of a challenge. I've never faked it and I don't intend to start now. Sharlena said there was more money in it. 'Just pretend you've stubbed your toe,' she said, 'if you fake it, they come in two strokes.'
Nikita added, 'The last one was a good root. I nearly came five times!' Sharlena warned her to save herself. 'Shave your pussy and save your pennies.' Jackie said, 'I saved myself for the universe and had my arse kicked.' No one loved her like these girls did. Sharlena was also my support. She said, 'Don't drink too much. Limit yourself to two scotches. Don't get drunk and watch your back. That's how the girls get diseases and get into trouble. We're ladies this side of town.' The new establishment was ace and a nice change from working privately. There was less money, but everything was regulated. The work was so hygienic that I felt like an assistant in a doctor's surgery. Firstly there was the check-up beneath the spotlight. The jeans and undies were dropped, and the pubic hair thoroughly preened and parted in the search for crabs, followed by the observation of the cock itself for herpes and genital warts. The cock was to be carefully scrutinised from all angles, so that it was manipulated by the fingers like a small sausage or dough. The man was rarely taken into consideration during the check-up. No clean dick, no sex and no payment. Once his genitals passed the inspection, and he was found to be worth something, we acknowledged him. |
