Coral Hull: Prose: Work The Sex: The next client growled when he came. He sat up and grabbed ...

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: WORK THE SEX
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The next client growled when he came. He sat up and grabbed both my forearms. It was as if he wanted to swallow his own semen back down through his stomach, as if it had been all trapped inside and he couldn't give it up. He laughed after seeing my surprised expression. 'I'm sorry, Roxanne,' he said. 'You're an animal,' I replied, my eyebrows still raised, reaching for the tissues. Hop into the shower and I'll scrub your back. You just call me when you're ready.' I was already thinking about the Dettol wash, Listerine and the anti-bacterial hand gel. Like Jackie, personal hygiene had begun to occupy most of my thoughts. At least he had held the fridge door open while I poured him a bourbon. I felt self-conscious that it was only Old Crow and that the motel room was so humble. It was kind of like the girl next door rather than a lady of the night. It had been quiet and Sharlena and Jackie had been making jokes about being failed hookers. 'Can't even fucken give it away!' Sharlena's face screwed up into a laughter that would take the whole room out with it. He said, 'You're a weird one. Do you do the same routine with every bloke?' I said, 'No, sweetheart. It's a bit hard to fall in love in fifty minutes.' The massage allowed me to get used to his body. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. At least I wasn't like Samantha who bragged about having seven thousand men. I couldn't tell her uncle who had basically raised her from scratch. She was in her thirties with two kids. But she kept telling her uncle that she was saving her body for the next right man. She said, 'They don't like it big and stretched, if you know what I mean, darling.' It was as if men had the power to stretch the inside of a cyclone. No wonder the guy had growled when he came. His ex-wife had taken him for everything he had. Then this Irish girl hurt him real bad because she preferred to return to Ireland rather than live out on the Barkly Tablelands, where McDonald's grazed their cattle in the dust, for the term of her natural life with a crazy Australian drunk. At least he went to the gym every day but he kept burping and complaining about being sober. He said to me, 'You're shy aren't you?' 'Sure,' I said, 'sure I am.' 'Oh Roxanne,' he said, 'you're harder than I'll ever be.'

I had to describe the difference between being hard and being strong. I talked until he lost his erection. He said, 'Your job is to focus down there. When that comes, I'm satisfied.' Then he added, 'You keep doing all that head stuff.' Then his eyes widened and he hummed the tune to The Twilight Zone, as if he thought that it was a very creepy and extraordinary thing indeed for a sex worker to be anything but 'cunt' and for a woman and a man to have a conversation. 'You've got a good sense of humour as well as good looks.' The muscle man wanted to talk all about his disappointment in women after having been hurt twice. I said, 'I'd love to talk longer with you, sweetheart. But I'm afraid our time is up!' I never stopped smiling and being sweet until I was driving home, happy after three or four hours of work, to my new apartment, freshly showered and with my pay. But most of all it was the weariness that I loved, the absolute weariness that wrapped itself around my body into a deep soft cushion of sleep. It was the warm fresh air blowing in off the huge spring tide and the star mangroves and the sleepy thundery feeling of the old dry season, and this feeling of sleep that I now liked more than spending my pay. I liked to sleep alone so that I didn't have to smile.

There are so many different ways you can fuck someone, that I don't know what is betrayal and what is relief. There was the Northern Territory University music lecturer who came like an orchestra. Then there was the New Age guy who came like Cheetah. 'If he did that to me,' said Jackie, 'I'd punch his fucken lights out!' 'He was so weird,' Sharlena said, 'he broke the condom on me.' 'Why's that?' I asked. 'Because he's too intelligent for his own good,' Sharlena said, 'he likes playing little tricks on the women. He broke it, all right. They break it quickly with their thumbnails, just so they can get the sensation. They feel like they are being denied something.' 'Ahhhh,' I said, 'that's why he lost his erection when I said he couldn't do it from behind. There was something I didn't like about him, so I trusted my intuition.'

    

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