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CORAL HULL: WORK THE SEX
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Soon everything was okay by her because she was an easy-going chimney. 'Tell me what you want,' he said. But she couldn't do that because it didn't matter what she wanted. It was all about service and what he wanted. 'You've got to tell me what you want.' 'I can't do that,' she said, because I don't know.' He wanted answers and looked for more than she was prepared to give. 'I have no needs,' her eyes said. 'You think about it for a while,' he said, 'there's no pressure. But please stop asking me what I want.' He didn't like it because whenever she did it, her eyes had that loving distance in them. She thought, that was a challenging booking. Once outside the building and driving home along Casuarina Drive, Roxanne felt sombre. Before she left she said, 'So you've almost hooked a hooker for free sex this weekend.' 'I don't want you to say that,' he said, 'and I'm shocked that you did.' She partially opened up. When he said her real name, it was as if all of the Darwin mangroves said it, the currents of the big equatorial spring tide rushing through them to the south. It was amazing to be called back, even if only briefly, into one's life.

I had a similar experience. It made me realise what I had missed out on. He looked into my eyes from the spa. 'What a waste. A beautiful girl like you, a whore.' But wasn't being perpetually mind-fucked by men in the dating scene a waste as well? And wasn't being bashed and cheated on by your husband who couldn't even buy you a birthday present, wasn't that a waste? Women are wasted on men all the time. Their innocence and beauty is wasted. At least this way we earnt an income. 'I am so sad,' I said, 'that I have finally become like them.' 'It's power,' said Sharlena, 'this work is power. Take the power by the balls and hold on tight. We'll never be like those clients. I may do this job, but I haven't cheated on a man. It doesn't mean we are like them.' I just want someone to care about me, the same as I do them. Is that too much to ask? Am I weak and stupid? 'No,' said Roxanne, 'it's not too much to ask. It's normal.' 'But we live in a weak and stupid society,' said Jackie, 'therefore, it is too much to ask. It's unrealistic.'

I wouldn't be totally honest in a relationship now. I couldn't tell my boyfriend what I did. He'd strangle me like that husband strangled his wife, right in the middle of Casuarina Square. She ran a successful florist shop there. Now the shop was closed, all her life's hard work garlanded by a wreath of lilies. You had to walk past it to get to the Woolworth's and Liquorland, the display windows and empty buckets like sombre eyes, the entrance closed like a down-turned mouth. It served as a very real reminder of what could happen to a woman if she over stepped the mark. Roxanne added, 'They usually get frightened off by my intelligence or by my strength and height. At least you're shorter and more petite. That gives you an advantage.' Not really, Roxy. I get all the ones who are frightened of commitment. 'Oh God,' said Jackie, 'who doesn't get some morons at least ninety-nine point nine percent of the time? Do we have to psychoanalyse them? It's quite simple. They are morons. End of story.' It's a never-ending story with me. The one I picked up at Kitty O'Shea's last week, he did ring, yes, but he was later than he said he was going to be and I was out on yet another false booking. I dropped into a depression within thirty minutes. It was a combination of the guy never ringing and the false booking that did it. I get lonely sometimes. That's why I ran off with this guy along the beach in my good clothes. I'm not even into nature and stuff. But I loved everything! 'That's the beauty about being in love,' Roxanne added, 'you're in love with the whole world. Whereas some guys only want to fuck the whole world.'

    

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