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The next morning she asked him why they hadn't fucked. He said, 'I was proving a point to myself. You're worth far more to me than that.' 'Than what? Penetration?' Why is the emphasis always placed on penetration of a cunt by a cock? Why don't we just fuck and forget about the touching, which is just as intimate? 'The whole thing is sex,' Nikita said, 'Therefore we did have sex, but thanks for trying to be a gentleman about it.' The thought was nice but he had his priorities back-to-front. Penetration was the summit of his mountain, the be-all and end-all of the whole woman's makeup. That is why women had to 'hold off' all the time when dating, namely so the man would not find out everything there was to know about her straight away. After all, 'everything there was to know' about a woman was gained through 'penetration' and nothing more than that. Everything there was to know about a woman was all about her cunt. Once you had crossed that border there was no going back to the bottle, baby. There was no need for anything else, nothing more to discover, and often after 'penetration', whether for one night or three months, it was all over. Oh, you could talk and kiss and explore each other's minds and hearts 'til the cows came home, but stick a cock into the hole of a relationship and the curtains dropped down. So who was that cunt? Anyone worthwhile?
Samantha said, 'They're stupid kids ringing up from a birthday party. They wanna share a lady, sweetie. 'We have two bedrooms in the apartment and we're wondering if, like, there's four of us, like if we can each have twenty minutes with you, one after the other?' Sharlena's eyes rolled as she grabbed the phone. 'Well, honey, how about you give me the birthday boy and leave us alone for a while and all you guys can go off and fix each other up?!' Samantha gagged on a spring roll from Uncle Sam's, 'I can't eat this spring roll now, darling. A man just rang up and wanted me to lick his wife's pussy, whilst pissing into his hands at the same time! I need the money but it's too far out for a dinner date! I'm not a contortionist, darling!' Nikita said, 'I suppose if I closed my eyes and didn't breathe, I could do that. I mean like go down on a woman.' Jackie said, 'It's like we're actually meant to do anything these people want…like take a leak on them, yeah right, like I've got no feelings at all, hello, as if I'm a fucking car that could fit a football team inside.' Some people want to treat their own bodies like trash. When they see the ad in the paper for the parlour or for the private girls, they think we're selling trash. This is because they live like politicians. I guess most people would say it's because they live like pigs, but pigs are a sensitive and decent animal, so I say they live like politicians. You greedy politician! Or, you fat politician! Or, I sweated like a politician. Anyway, I hope that by giving pleasure to the trash that they will transform. That's the power of this profession. 'We're all ladies around here,' Sharlena added. 'Thank you, sweetie,' added Sam, 'You're not wrong about that!'
Samantha speaks: There was this really kinky guy in Tennant Creek. He was a rimmer, darling, so we'll call him Jack. I slept with him twice before I found out. He didn't want to penetrate me with his cock, so I knew something was up! He wanted to bring me off with his tongue and although it was the best tongue fuck I ever had, it didn't make up for the fact, that I knew where he was ultimately headed, and that was my precious arse! Later over an instant coffee at the local service station diner (yes darling, the last of the big spenders!) I asked him about his ultimate fantasy, just in order to check him out. He said that he was going down to Alice Springs to the sex shop and that he was going to buy me a big vibrator. Yes darling, one of those fake skin-coloured plastic ones with the synthetic brown pubes attached! There was no holding back with this bloke when it came to purchasing a good vibrator. Oh, baby! Sweetie! 'Oh, that's so nice!' I asked him what he was going to do with it, trying to hide the fact that I was thinking about my next nail infill. 'Oh Sammy, you won't like me any more if I tell you that,' he said. 'Try me, darling.' I smiled. In the end he didn't need much coaxing. 'Well, I'm going to ram it right into your arse. I think you'll like that Sammy. Oh sweetie, you know so much! How could you have guessed that! Your mind is truly genius!' 'That's what I call building up to a moment,' said Jackie.
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