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Sharlena speaks: The full moon is almost here. We're all premenstrual. Soon we'll be bleeding like slaughtered pigs! Roxanne's just had a Commando and the fucking condom broke. Not enough lubricant. She could be pregnant. Poor Roxanne! She's a good girl. As for us, the work's off. Sell it? Can't even give it away! Can't even get a fuck in a brothel. 'Any money out there?' 'I'm afraid it's slim pickings tonight, honey.' 'The industry is quiet everywhere.' It can get very bitchy as the self-esteem drops. 'I just need one more job, I'm not greedy.' 'Why won't anybody pick me?' 'Is it this dress?' 'Is the Pamela Anderson look out of fashion?' 'I've only done one job all night.' 'Fuck me.' 'I've been so long without a booking that my hymen's grown back.' 'Mind what you're doin' with that pool cue, sugar. I don't want to lose my virginity.' 'You wanna play, then. Fuck me.' 'Jackie, you weren't born with a virginity, honey.' 'I'm getting that desperate,' said Nikita, 'soon I'll be going down to the Vic and give it away.' 'So what's new about that?' chuckled Samantha.
Nikita speaks: Abigail is real hairy. She has it under her arms and on her legs and she's real hairy around the twat. She's got a lot goin' on 'round the ankles too, looks like a draught horse. Most of the girls were at least partially shaven, and Sammy had a mohawk. She had to explain away her clean-shaven pussy to all her weekend dates. Sharlena said, 'As long as you don't ask them if they would like you to provide them with some hand relief!' Abigail was a lost cause, kicked out of the parlour too many times. She turned up to bookings in rubber thongs, a beach frock and a beer gut. Abbey never wore deodorant. She advertised in the paper as the best that the Northern Territory had to offer. The Northern Territory was Never-Never land. The tourist television advert said, 'you never never know, if you never never go.' The story was that once you've been to that fabled land, you'd never never want to come back. Abigail said, 'You never never know, if you never never give me a try.' She could have said, 'Give me a go,' but forgot to make it rhyme. Samantha got fed up with the way that Abigail was dressing so advertised her in the NT News as 'Abigail: The Seven Wonders of the World!'
Samantha had met an old client from down south and a few things have gone her way. Her new red sports car had the words 'Naughty Girl' painted across the bonnet. She advertised that week in the NT News, 'I'm a naughty girl, in a naughty world. I'm attractive, so let's get active!' But no matter what kind of ads the private girls put in, most of them just weren't getting the work at the moment. With no work or money, the self-esteem dropped, along with the standard of living they were accustomed to. 'What the fuck's going on around here?' grumbled Jackie, 'Do I fucking stink or what? Is something wrong or is it just me?' Many of the girls who were working privately had reduced their services to fifty dollar jobs for twenty minutes. Roxanne wouldn't be in it. She said, 'By the time they knock on the door and hand over the money, their time's up. I may as well take a holiday in this climate.' If they're the kind of non-classy guys who like the girls to push them on the bed in that quick, cheap and nasty get-your-gear-off way, like get-down-and-fuck-'em-and-tell-'em-to-get-out way, then so be it, but she didn't operate like that. 'This may sound odd,' she said, 'but I like to develop some kind of relationship with my client. Even if that's only for an hour, my client is important to me. Half an hour is hard enough, but anything under that is cheap and nasty.' |
