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Personally, I'd rather use a whip than my tongue. I'm into a bit of B & D myself. There's good rates for that. We're talkin' three hundred dollars for forty-five minutes! Jackie didn't think the rates were that good, especially when you needed to buy all your own gear up front. 'But flogging a few of the arseholes might have made it worth it!' Later on that night, Sharlena was telling one of her girls that they were going to create an agency one of these days called; Top Cats. Top class women of sophistication. A fine service for fine gentlemen. But for now we just make a few dollars at the local parlour. That way we can tell whose car is who's parked outside and all support each other. Roxanne asked, 'So all you girls worked together down south? Perth girls, right?' Sure honey, except for Nikita. She's from Adelaide. She worked at the clubs and dated in the knock shops! Jackie perked up, 'That'd be right. Well, lucky it was legalised up before I got back up here, 'cause I wasn't going to register with the fucking cops. You know what they're like. As if it's ever any of their fucking business, the dopes!
Nikita speaks: Sharlena turned to me with her crimped blonde hair. We were both leaning against the bar. 'Really honey, your look is too innocent for B & D, so don't even think about it.' As it turns out I was suddenly born again through the eyes of her profession, along with Roxanne, who had made her decision. 'Stuff the bar work,' she said, 'this sounds more like what I'm into.' She seemed to like the edginess of it, and kept referring to it as some potential for real healing. I might as well give it a go myself. I'm not going to lose my innocence, 'cause that's all been taken anyway. Sometimes I felt like the fungi of a trampled forest calling out to the shady air beneath the rubble. That was just a metaphor, but not a very good one. I'm not as good at them as Roxy. She knows exactly the right words for everything. What I really wanted to know was, is there anything worthwhile left inside me? Like, that men would want or find appealing. I turned to Sharlena, 'Look closely, my eyes are mean.' I was afraid that my life had gotten in there and ruined them. Sharlena shook her head, 'No honey, your eyes are too concerned to be mean. You're similar to Roxanne in that respect. She loves animals and kids, don't you, honey? No one cares around here, Nikita. You're too innocent for this life. Sorry, love.' Roxanne smiled for both of them, as if there was still hope in everything.
Sharlena speaks: Just for a moment, the guy at the bar who had overheard the conversation looked a little bit frightened and I liked that. Part of Nikita was going to make a killing out of all the things she feared. You know, those boys aren't the brightest. Think about it. You've got four days to spend in port. You come across a fabulous woman on the first night, intelligent, sophisticated, and gorgeous. Her problem: she likes Yanks, sailors. You fuck all night and then he doesn't call. Forget the call. Some of the motherfuckers don't even come. I think the one that Samantha had kind of faked an orgasm. What's the deal? If they knew anything about sex, they'd know that the second and third time around is a lot better. Good sex takes time. It's a developing thing. But instead they insist on shooting through after the first ejaculation and rampaging down the streets like salivating dogs, looking for more scraps of pussy from the local garbage bins. What I mainly disapprove of, is when they tell the girls that they want to see them the next day, even in the morning they're tellin' 'em, 'I'll ring you later,' and then they don't.
So this usually means that all my own arrangements are left up in the air. There have been many nights at the Pub Bar or Sweethearts where I've told them to stop saying what they don't mean, but it's pointless. Now I just leave the phone off the hook and get on with my business no matter what they say the night before. God, honey, but the last one Nikita had been with, had been a real looney. Not only did he make future arrangements, but so many plans for the two of them within six hours, that I almost rang up for her father's permission and ordered the wedding dress myself! Thankfully my heel got caught in the kerbside drain on the way out of the casino, and I tripped over and woke up myself! 'They should just shut up and talk dirty, rather than wasting time and breath on more bullshit. It's not as if we haven't heard it all before,' Jackie said. But honey, it's all part of the game, a real power trip. They get a real kick out of it. |
