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Roxanne speaks: This is very peculiar and sad because I like men. Some working girls get killed just like other women. This is because they are stupid or careless. I'm happy to never get involved with any of the clients. It's weird when the thing that fucks you wants to kill you. It's just like what some spiders do. But in their case she eats the male after mating, probably so he won't cause any trouble. In our case it's the male who wants to kill the female after he has fucked her. Perhaps its nature's way, like a form of population control. Although I can't say I like the sound of it very much. I would prefer to use a condom or the Pill.
Yet we are trained for the passive part very early on. I couldn't get turned on by my boyfriend until he dominated me. He was in the police academy and I was still in high school. It took about six months for us to fuck 'cause I was a virgin. At first he took the usual approach, and started playing around with one tit and then the other. We kissed a little bit. I flipped onto my back like a bug. When he went for my crutch, I scissored my legs together and looked at him with a blank expression. I guess I just wasn't turned on enough. I was actually bored by the standard foreplay process. It was like something he had to do in order to get something else, kind of like giving an antibiotic to a racehorse.
He wasn't stupid, so he stopped. Then he left the room for a while. He came back dressed up like a detective with a red satin necktie and dark glasses on. He was a bit crazy. He had been talking about a future career in federal intelligence. Well, I don't know if he was the personality type for such a position, but at least he was turning out to be creative in the sack. I hadn't been fucked but I wasn't stupid. He loosened his tie. He was preparing me for questioning of the strictest kind. He said, 'Well, hello. How are you tonight?' It was something in his authority and complexity that really turned me on straight off. I like the idea of sex with costumes in a culture of frightened sluts. Whereas Sharlena liked the Neolithic fix. It was jungle fever and doggy style all the way.
That position allowed her to watch the rocks and deer at the cave entrance. The more cycads, rocks and wild animals in the vicinity, the more she came. Five deer, five orgasms. Even if she didn't know what kind of deer they were and even if they weren't from the southern hemisphere, that was okay as well. They could all be like Bambi for all we knew. I guess it was better than five kangaroos, five orgasms. I couldn't come from watching kangaroos or kookaburras. 'Now listen here honey, they're not deer,' Sharlena scoffed, 'they're those little horse creatures, that haven't evolved yet. Anyway, they don't turn me on. It's just the scenery, okay?' Sharlena liked her men big and black, but not too hairy. If they were white they had to have good muscles and a tan, and at least be like Hercules and definitely not Australian. That would be taking it a bit too far back down the evolutionary ladder.
Nikita speaks: Roxanne liked to play around with guns and uniforms, the cops, firemen, detectives, federal agents and others like that. They have that clean, hard edge and their secrecy makes them mysterious. She prefers it if they didn't speak too much and no guts, moustaches, bald spots or hairy backs. She'd rather have cyber sex than fuck a gorilla, unlike Sharlena! One of the main attractions to this academy guy, was that she felt afraid and didn't know what he was gonna do next. When they finally got started, he grabbed her. He said, 'You're under arrest,' spitting his cigarette onto her breasts. She came real quick. Then he started questioning her all over again, tapping her arse with his vinyl belt. But Roxy also liked all that New Age stuff, like healing through sex, karma sutra and crystal dangling. She only wished that she could practice it all on her clients during the half-hour bookings. That's probably why she stared so longingly at them. Unlike myself, Roxanne didn't care what kind of man she went out with, age, height, nationality, or width. She'd even go out with someone who was physically disabled, so long as he had a good heart. And that's why she was still single today. As for Jackie, well, she only likes her dog and the black cockatoos. |
