Coral Hull: Prose: Work The Sex: Well I asked him why he needed a plastic cock when he had ...

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CORAL HULL: WORK THE SEX
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Well I asked him why he needed a plastic cock when he had the real thing for no cost to him, and that's when he really opened up. He said that he thought women liked it better, especially since he bought it for them and let them keep it afterwards! Well sweetie, I thought to myself, do I get any say in this? What if I presented my next boyfriend with a plastic pussy and said, 'Here, darling. Fuck this. I thought you'd like it better.' I mean to say, the guy was odd. I think he may have thought that his own dick was too thin. I'd call it lean, I wouldn't call it thin. I'd call it lean cuisine, darling! Well I would. It was kind of shaped like a frankfurt, but that was okay by me. I was hoping it didn't tickle too much, like inserting a matchstick. Aside from being shy around women he had a good personality and that's what counts. Although while he was chatting to me in the diner, a few sticky bush flies kept hanging around his forehead, and no matter how much he tried to shift them, they just kept sticking to his head, until he became finally frustrated. 'Look,' said Jackie, 'let me guess. This so-called 'shy guy' with an obsession for big vibrators was building up to the moment of accidentally swallowing one. Right? I'll leave it for you to work out whether I mean the vibrator or the fly. For God's sake, Sam spare me this shit, will ya?' Jackie got up and left but smiled in spite of herself. She thought I was nuts, the sweetheart!

Jackie speaks: Sammy had to leave him in order to take another call. It turned out to be a real dud night for all of us, ruined by an idiot or three. He was on the phone with a mate to hold his hand for support, frightened of his inadequacy and his hairy saggy testicles. He said, 'You fucken fat dirty slut, do you take it up the arse?' 'Oh,' said Roxanne, 'the type that fight their own fears through harbouring hatred towards others.' I was over it tonight. I wanted to get back to eating my spring rolls from Uncle Sam's, without a second thought about the scumbags. I could perhaps even comment about the bad semen that I had found inside a condom earlier this evening. It was thick and brown like porridge, a little chunky, actually and the guy had sores on his bags. What could be the situation with him, do you think?' Well, let me tell you. The creep had the pox! Fucken VD! Crazy guy. He wanted hand relief, so I did the job with rubber gloves. I used the hand gel afterwards to disinfect myself after he blew his bolt. Brrrrrrr, filthy bastard. To think we sell our arses for that! That does it. I'm taking a few weeks off! You know, the blokes are dopes. They don't like the girls who need to pay their rent. They think you really like their sweaty bodies on you. They think you need their diamond rings. Well, maybe you do, but not this week. First things first. Anyway, I'm fed up with the arseholes, so here's my offer: Thongs and anal. A control freak, manipulator and dysfunctional. Call me now! For one hour, thirty dollars each thong. EJ Holden available. Angry, depressed and anxious. Call me now for a real flogging! Valentine's Day Special. Yes! I do anal, especially when I'm constipated. I find that helps. I also want AIDS, to fall pregnant to you, for you to come in my mouth, give me a pearl necklace, Spanish, Greek, Italian, fungus, warts and burst condoms. I'll kiss you, but only if cold sores are erupted first. Cold murderous eyes, unhygienic bodies and a lack of smiles are my speciality. Not only that but I'll pay you!! How does that sound? You don't need to shower first. I'm seeing more clients down the street. One is in a restaurant with his wife and kids, the dope.

I've fucked half of Darwin, mostly married men. They're about as useless as a spare dick on a honeymoon. My true identity just for you, equals objectivity question mark dot come dot hey you, 'cause you're the best I ever had. Say what? Not interested in mind exploration?! Forget-about-it then, okay! Closed his eyes when they were close to mine, if you know what I'm sayin.' Curtains came down, obliterated stars. Bermuda Triangle. Tit for tat. Tit to cunt. You want another one in here, sweetheart? You want the old tit to cunt? I do doubles. The lesbian act. I have toys. I never fake. Don't even think! I do, okay. Forget-about-it! He left the room and one of the girls told me that he was guilty of anal penetration with a transsexual worker from up the cross in the first degree. The next one made some better sense. 'Anal,' he said, 'why go to the dirty dungeon, when the playroom is just around the corner?' Well luv, I agree. Personally speaking, I don't like having the shit pushed back up the stairs. Anal?! No, I don't do anal. I'm tight enough, honey. No. But I can do it on you. No, I'm not a heterosexual male, I'm a heterosexual female. No, we don't do anal, just rural. In which case, we drive to a location consisting of fields, dams, crops, signs, watertanks and fences and allow you to fuck a tractor or something as ridiculous. Get outa here!

    

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