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Jackie speaks: Later that night Nikita leaves the Pub Bar and enters the hotel room with the Yank. This occurs despite her own initial reservations, my disapproval and Sharlena's disgust. The dopey Yank is a loser. He collects Hard Rock Café T-Shirts at every port of call and owns several pairs of designer label sunglasses. 'What are all these tablets in your bathroom for?' she asks, already disappointed. 'They're headache tablets.' He grins. 'Nice try,' Nikita grins back, 'but somehow I don't think so.' The guy was speeding like an electric train. So he needed the happy drug because God didn't love big dumb animals after all. God destroyed them with lightning speed and fed them to the carnivores. Therefore what he said didn't make sense on two levels. Firstly, he wasn't a big dumb animal, he was a dirty little sailor. Secondly, God didn't love sailors and neither did God love big dumb animals and in addition to this, animals that were big weren't necessarily dumb. Everything he was had to be pulled apart, deciphered, reconstructed. This was because he couldn't be trusted to deliver truth and he often spoke mindlessly. But mostly it was because he was dumb, a dope who would never surprise me - usual story.
Roxanne speaks: There was once a female moose who spent three full days trying to throw off a grizzly bear from the scent of her calf in a marshy bog. The hungry bear finally grabbed the youngster by the throat and sunk its teeth into its neck. The defeated mother moose charged a few times, but soon gave up on the slack body of her calf, and so stood and watched. The pressure building up inside her head seemed to belt her brain like an angry hammer. The baby bleated in agony for her assistance as it died. Its large eyes wept out into a world it would never experience, except for and in this terrible moment. Its tattered remains stained the ground and soaked into the grass like a sodden rag, a grizzly bear again satisfied and coated with blood. 'Therefore,' said Nikita, 'they were all big dumb animals and God hadn't loved any of them.' By this stage the tablets from the hotel bathroom were thinking for him and they had two minds about everything. On occasions like this, we fuck the body and not the mind. This is something Nikita will have to get used to. Oh, Nikita! The mind sits safely in the corner of the set rules for the one-night stand. Just remember for you it's all giving and wishful thinking but for him it's cheaper than buying a whore.
Nikita speaks: For all the lousy one-night stands I've ever had, I may as well have earnt a dollar for it. The last one was a navy boy, fucked like a jackhammer. Sharlena added, 'He'd be out the parlour door if he treated any of my girls like that. Sea-sluts, we call them. These boys have got to understand that they're to show the local girls a good time when they come into port, not just treat them like bags of shit. Otherwise, it's going to ruin it for all the other ships.' I dunno. I think the girls keep going back, hoping it'll be different. I think, God, we're not asking for everlasting love, just not to be lied to all the time and perhaps a cheap lunch the next day. 'Well, all I got was the fucken clap off one of those arseholes.' Samantha added, 'I was only fourteen. The fucking prick finally forced himself on me and refused to wear a rubber. I was pissed, sweetie.' All the women groaned. You'd think a few chocolates and a bunch of flowers wouldn't be out of the question. They sell 'em at Woolworth's just down the road,' Samantha said. 'Oh sweetie, that's mainly women buying those, isn't it? Best to get the moolah in your own pocket.' Those blokes wouldn't know what a box of chocolates was if it jumped up and bit 'em on the arse! Jeez, he had a good body though and I loved his dimples. Sharlena said, 'Now you listen here, honey. You should be working the sex, not letting the sex work you.' Yeah I know. But of course this was easier said, than done. I don't know whether I can operate like a man. I don't know whether I'm ready for that.
Sharlena speaks: It's fairly straightforward. It's an hour for one hundred and fifty bucks plus tips. You do the job and then the next one comes in. But you don't have sex for the whole time. You get them showered, talk a lot, cuddle, stroke their bodies, you know, muck around a bit. Half the time's wasted by then. They might like to extend after that. Honey, use your brain before your pussy. Roxanne added, 'Exactly. After all, you don't want them to fuck you senseless. And don't get me wrong, most men like all the other stuff anyway. At least my lovers did. It should be a healing thing. A mutual exchange.' Good girl, Roxy. But you don't get too carried away with the pampering. It's all in the timing. After they've showered, you give them a massage and then some oral. Oral is included. It's okay, honey. You use a condom. It's all safe sex. Then you have sex with them. Nikita said, 'Forget the oral. I'll do other stuff.' Why not oral? You do it to your boyfriend, don't you?' Nikita said, 'I don't have one.' Jackie grinned and gave her a wink. Anyway sweetheart, that's up to you. At least you can pass for twenty-four. |
