Coral Hull: Prose: Work The Sex: Later in the evening, a psychic energy surrounded the house. It ...

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CORAL HULL: WORK THE SEX
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Later in the evening, a psychic energy surrounded the house. It threatened to enter the premises, to disrupt or create disharmony. Jackie did what she could to defend the women and the property. 'Here quick, light this. Don't panic. I feel it. It's around the side in the backyard. It's very strong. It's coming from behind the back wire screen door!' The plastic chairs slide across the kitchen tiles as the women scramble in all directions. Jackie leaves the table and walks out in the night. 'I'm gonna kick arse!' She inspected the humid perimeter of the property carrying a lit creamy thick candle. She needed a bell to rid the yard of the spook. But the only bell available was from the collar I had taken off the cat. Jackie was defending the backyard with the feeble rattle of a cat bell to clear the air. Nikita shrugged, 'Well, it was the only thing available at the time. I guess it's kind of like lace knickers from Target, a fake rose and gold watch from Prouds for eighty bucks.

At least the cat wouldn't go deaf.' I had spent a lot of time and effort, going after the neighbourhood cats, removing all their bells. Cats hated them. If you take one of those collars with a bell and ring them in your ear, the sound is almost deafening. With every move the cat makes, the bell rings. Everything within the cat's world is defined by that harsh loud ringing. Every time the cat moves, its silent life is chiming inside a million church towers. A cat lives as a silent animal and a bell's ringing to replace the sense of hearing, is a cruel thing. Soon the cat's own sense of sight is lost, as the world before it ripples like a bell and the bell's pealing is seen as sound waves. Soon the cat is choking and the last thing it knows about, as it tries get that collar off the front of its face, is a thick brass or silver bell, with the flavour of that ringing lodged inside its throat.

Samantha said, 'I can't feel anything, not even for my children. Am I a good mother?' Her eyes were sorrowful. 'I'm frightened that one day they might know that I didn't feel anything.' She tucks them into bed like the men she blows, goes through the motions, in disguise. Her loving actions. Your actions are love. My mother felt a lot but never touched me. We soon found out that she didn't feel anything. She felt frightened of falling in love, and thrilled to it like a girl. Samantha said, 'My mother was great. She cooked for us all like a chef. She did my nails.' 'Do you see anything in my eyes?' Nikita asked, 'Yes. Big fear.' She was taken aback. These days she thought that she was fearless. Perhaps the past fear had glazed over her eyes and developed there like a film. Nikita said, 'I admit to being frightened of sucking a man's cock, because as a child I thought that all the women in the porno flicks were choking to death on sprog. Those movies were very biological. Now my throat constricts like I've swallowed a cockroach.' Sharlena turned to Nikita. She said, 'You girls!' She gave a blowjob to a banana with a condom wrapped around it at the kitchen table. 'Safe sex with fruit,' she said with a wink.

Later that night at Bla Bla's nightspot, Jackie found herself hallucinating about fruit while being slowly poisoned by the purple smoke. 'Most places these days use dry ice, the dopes!' Nikita was pissed. 'I want to fuck the lead singer! I want to fuck him senseless! I won't even charge him!' Jackie said, 'For God's sake, you little whore. Speak for yourself.' The guy I liked was considering whether my knees were too thick. I turned to him and said, 'Don't worry about it okay, you're too good for me anyway.' We all ended up dancing. Samantha had a string of dykes hanging off her. 'Serves you right for screwing all their friends,' said Jackie.

'Now it's twenty to one! You're like a bull in a paddock of heifers.' Samantha said, 'You're just jealous 'cause you want some yin, girlfriend!' This big heavy-built bloke staggered over, tried to gyrate amongst all the girls. It was the closest he was ever gonna get without paying for it. Samantha said, 'I've had clients bigger than him. So tell me about it! It was like climbing up the side of a building.' Nikita said, 'You're joking!' 'Nope.' Suddenly I felt a great sympathy for humanity, for fat men like him and hookers like us. I'll massage the fat men, and many other fat men like him. I want to touch him when no one else will and in this way heal the world. But I have to get paid for what I do. I'm not Jesus Christ. He was killed for nothing, young and wageless.

    

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