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Samantha used her car torch on her first client this shift. Then she was a crazy chick. The final stage of the check up was the milking of the prick for gonorrhoea and chlamydia. This was all done before they paid or had a shower. Aside from the mechanics of the 'check-up', the room itself stank of condom rubber, towels and lubricant. It was like a massage parlour. I admit to enjoying easing the pain from tense shoulders and necks. I suspected that the other girls felt the same. Sharlena told me to dry them off after the shower, in order to check their bodies for sores and fissures, particularly when working privately. I checked them like one would check a racehorse. A stable of strong brown thighs reflected in the bathroom light ready for the gallop home. The first was a tiny man who felt intimidated by my breasts, so I left my bra on. He might have been crushed flat. A jumbo jet was landing on the tarmac. The second guy didn't care what I looked like. It was one hundred and twenty dollars for twenty minutes work. I didn't even need the lubricant. He was lying there looking up at the world like a doll. I could not follow him to the land he lived in. That was my last job under half an hour. I didn't like the quickies. I'd leave them up to Jackie. She liked to get them in and out - bang, bang, bang! No conversation, just action. I don't need a celebrant, just the lubricant,' she said, 'the more showers the better!' The way she figured it was, that if she drank ten cups of coffee in the morning, she could see ten dopey men in the evening. 'It makes for at least half an interesting day.' Jackie grinned like a crocodile, her scaly shoulders and back weathered by the sun. She loved the high blue glare of the dry season. I preferred to get to know my clients.
After my first night on the game it was all pleasure inside me, like taking a new car for a test-run out of the showroom. After the first job Nikita felt like a cigarette to act all tough, but admitted that she didn't smoke. Sometimes we decided to work privately, so that we could keep the full cut. Taking clients away from the local parlour was looked down upon, but I was in debt and we all needed the cash. Sharlena took her next call from her mobile phone, 'Yes, sweetheart, you've reached the Top End Pussy Hotline, so c'mon fellas let's have some fun!' After placing it back on the car dashboard, she turned to Nikita and said, 'Sucking men off is good practice for when you meet your soulmate.' 'Yeah,' Nikita said, 'I'll probably meet my soulmate, now that I've started work. It would be just my luck, when he couldn't afford me.' Samantha said that she had a toy boy or girl or two, on the side for a bit of practice. 'But never tell them what you do,' Sharlena said, 'or what you've done, or you'll never live it down.' 'Yeah,' Samantha agreed, 'their egos couldn't take it - too much competition.'
Many of the clients were worried about women who fucked a lot of men. They always asked the same question. 'Have you been busy tonight?' Of course, the working girls had rarely been busy. 'Actually, this is my first night on the job, and you are my first client and don't get me wrong here because I'm not lying, but I am actually a virgin!' Therefore, she was nice and fresh, and this was especially for him, as there had been no other competition. This suited everyone. Nikita was a bit dreamy over her new lover, the geologist. 'I never thought I could feel anything,' she said, 'not because of this profession, but because I was ruined earlier on.' Then Samantha revealed how she was raped in the mornings and bashed in the evenings, until she thought she was small enough to hide behind the leg of the kitchen table, which unfortunately she wasn't. During the day she wore the purple eye makeup and hid her bleeding gums behind her solemn expression. Now she entered an old landscape with the new lover - this profession. The geologist was a plain man who made the rocks curl up and sing beneath Nikita's feet. Sharlena said, 'You better be dropping that off, honey. We're ladies of the night, not the daylight.' |
