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I looked down at his drunken limp dick. I said, 'Listen up, luv. I'm a sex worker, not a miracle worker.' He wanted me to talk dirty to him in a way that degraded myself and the job, which I wouldn't do. Not only would I degrade myself if I did that, but I would degrade him, and every girl I had worked with, and every client I had seen. He was asking too much for his lousy thousand-dollar hour. What a dope he was! He kept saying that the fact that I had fucked so many men really did something for him. I shrugged, 'Whatever.' By now I'd lost respect for the idiot and yawned as I was wanking his limp tool. He then tried to crawl across the bed in order to interfere in the work of the other girls saying, 'I'd like to watch.' 'Watch, but don't touch,' I said, 'that costs extra.' It wasn't a porno movie. He was acting up like a real moron. He had no idea how to behave in a room. Even with the hour almost up and while his friends were all busy showering and getting ready, and the other girls had begun to clean up the room, he was still lying in exactly the same position on the bed saying, 'Well, can we have some sex now, or not?' 'No. Get ready and get the fuck out,' I said. There was no educating this slob. As we were all getting dressed, one of his mates came over and tried to comfort me. He said, 'Are you okay?' I said, 'No, not really. Your friend acted like a slob.' He said, 'Yes, it was all a bit serious, really, wasn't it?' I nodded. He said, 'Would you mind fixing up my hair?' So I combed my fingers through it and he smiled. It was strange but immediately my mood lifted. I thanked him for it. I said, 'Why didn't you choose me? You were the nice one.' But of course I really wanted none of them. I just wanted my pay and a quiet bourbon.
Nikita speaks: I've often thought about what kind of client I would be. And I think I'd be the type who came in on special occasions, say, twice a year for some real pampering. I'd most likely take five girls, that's so they wouldn't pair off, all of us into a spa room, order a few bottles of champagne and then get totally pampered by them. I'd make sure I picked some extroverted affectionate girls and some shy. I'd like a lot of attention such as touching and sensual massage, but I wouldn't have sex with any of them. I'd like to know that they had a good time as well. I'd book them all for about four hours. Any longer and they'd probably get bored. I told all this to a client, until he felt pretty awkward about booking me for half an hour. My point was that this place is for men not nothings. At least he didn't ask if he could come twice. It was obvious that my style, grace and class outweighed his by far.
Roxanne speaks: The tycoon taught me about room etiquette. You get spoilt by those good ones and then you don't want no dropkicks. He set a good example for the industry. He was good in the room. He was a bit mentally draining but I liked him a lot. But you do get spoilt. After him I had this real heavy Lebanese guy. He wasn't so good. He cut a few lines of cocaine along the marble basin. I said, 'I've never tried it before.' He said, 'All the girls scream when I bring this in.' 'Frankly, I find that a bit far-fetched.' 'Oh no, they would scream!' 'Enough of that shit and they'd be screaming through their noses like kettles,' said Sharlena. 'So did you try it?' 'Yeah, I did.' 'You little idiot, Roxanne.' 'Well, I just wanted to see what it was like. In a way it helped me to deal with this nar-nar in a friendly manner. He was pretty off. Turns out he had a condom full of grey semen with blood flecks through it. At first he tried to hide it in tissues and dispose of it in the garbage bin. But I saw it and I told him he better get to the hospital. I said to him, 'Are you underworld?' He replied, 'No. I'm overworld.' 'Well, I'm half way around the fucken world on his cash,' Jackie scoffed, then added, 'that reminds me of this guy from Korea. He was full of the usual shit. He said, 'Do you know how famous I am? If only you knew.' (Well, if only I knew, but how could I ever know, being just a feeble-minded prostitute?) 'One day you see me on television. You will see on CNN. You are fortunate to be with me in this room, Jackie.' But it don't stop there. He then said, 'I am the future president of Korea.' 'Yeah, right. And I'm Mother fucking Teresa!' Well, this underworld guy wanted unsafe oral. Can you believe it?! He said, 'I'm clean. You're clean. So what's the problem? Are you really clean?' To which I replied, 'Yes, but that's why I'm clean, sweetheart, because I don't do what you and all the others want me to.' He told me that he was going to book me for a long time, but it all depended on how 'good' I was in the room. |
