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Roxanne speaks: He was the nicest sounding person over the phone, and it was one of those clients who just wanted to book a woman, and who didn't bother with all the stupid questions. Nikita and Sharlena were on their way home. When he rang, she had no idea that a description of him had been handed to the prostitutes' collective to be added to the 'ugly mugs' list. Well, once he was inside the room, he kept smiling and saying that he really didn't know about the booking. He went straight into the bathroom and showered before Nikita had a chance to retrieve the money from him. He was in that shower in a flash and later on she saw that he had used her towel and soap. She thought, he's probably pissed into my shampoo bottle or stuck pins into it. He came back out and picked up her mobile phone, saying that there was going to be a little break in her procedure. 'I don't think so.'
Nikita remained sweet and smiled as she called up Sharlena. 'Hmmm,' she said, 'what's up?' 'Would you come down here quickly?' 'So 'quickly' is it?' he said. 'Don't worry,' she said, 'our security is reasonable. There shouldn't be any problems. But if you want to book me, you really must understand how we work, okay?' By this time she had wasted time on him, but he'd be paying for that time. When Sharlena arrived he apologised, handing over the money to her. They should have got rid of him then, but it had been a quiet night and they thought that they could handle the situation. Well they did. It's just that the psycho shook Nikita up a little bit and went five minutes over the booking. He kept saying that he was from the Kimberleys and that he'd seen atrocities in America. 'More like atrocities in his mirror,' Sharlena chuckled. 'Don't believe everything they tell you, honey.' He was obviously disturbed, a mixture of being really dominant and then very compliant.
He was reasonable on the eye, but when he was lying on the bed with his arse stuck up in the air, Nikita noticed that there was something very dirty and unlovely about the state of his scrotum and cock. It wasn't obviously poxy or anything, but as it hung there limp, it looked like his soul, or like a grub had gotten into an apple. Nikita did what she knew best and took the silly playful approach. 'So what do you like?' she asked. He said that licking his thighs would be nice, so she tried to do that, but was uncomfortable after a few seconds. There was something very wrong with him. He was giving off all the wrong vibes, harmful and dangerous. Nikita sat up and looked him straight in the eye, her gaze direct and full of confidence. She knew that Sharlena stood just outside the door and that she would be there for the remainder of the booking. Then the psycho went and ruined everything for himself for the umpteenth time with the lovely Nikita. 'Stick your fingers up my arsehole,' he said, 'then I'm going to turn you around and fuck you from behind.' 'I don't think so.' She opened the door and said to Sharlena, 'I want him out, Sharlena!' But he had other ideas. He was ready to make his complaint and demanded a refund. He was like the one Jackie had sent from the room a week beforehand. He'd gone galloping down the steps with only a singlet on and the condom still hanging from his cock.
After brief negotiation and vague threats Sharlena and Nikita finally got rid of this paranoid psycho, who now accused them of being undercover cops. Nikita at her best was sweet and cheeky, handing him back his wallet in a very obvious way, to show him how honest she was. He looked at her and she smiled at him. She said, 'You really do need to get help. Have you got any family or friends in Darwin? Or perhaps you could ring up Crisis Line.' He said, 'I'm bored with your fucking counselling.' The tone that was lodged in the back of her throat was actually condescending mixed with caring. She did know one thing, though, and that was that the experience of this psychopath wasn't worth the thirty-five minutes for one hundred and fifty dollars. Fortunately, the next night she got one of those really gawky shy guys who touched her all over her body, so that her faith in men was restored all over again, or at least until the next bad client. |
