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Instead she smiled and said, 'Your wife's sexuality is a sleeping beauty that needs to be awakened.' He had only hired her for her hanging tits and not her advice, so she didn't bother after that. She did it for the sake of the wife. Meanwhile this black guy was calling them melons. 'You have lovely melons,' he said. 'They're tits,' said Jackie, thinking that mango season in Darwin was just beginning. She was skinny but her tits hung like udders. Or were they mangoes from a stray tree fanned by palms in a tropical monsoon vine forest? She would soon suffer an identity crisis. Then he wanted to kiss, which was always her worst nightmare. It was the kiss of death in the house of horror. Imagine all the bacteria that would enter her mouth every night if she kissed them, and all the bad breath, rotting food, decayed teeth, inflamed gums, infected throats and tongue paste. Ugh! Yes, she wanted their greasy slimy tongues touching her tonsils and all their cigarette breath and the green phlegm of their throats and yellow plaque of their teeth. She wanted to open her mouth and her cunt wide and exchange all this with each and every one of them for nothing. And she wanted them with colds and cold sores and bleeding mouths and gum disease. 'Do you really want that?' she asked them. But they didn't care less. 'No, I don't kiss, sweetheart, and you can't go down on my pussy 'cause I don't own a cat.' Samantha said, 'I've got to save something for my future husband, or wife, or whoever comes along first, darling.' 'You got husband?' 'No,' she said, 'if I did I wouldn't be doing this job.' 'Ohhh, yes. Lucky man.' 'You got boyfriend?' 'No, same applies.' 'What time you finish?'
Roxanne said, 'I finish anytime I like and sometimes I'll never finish at all.' Even with all the attention I lavish on you I just keep going into my beautiful space for so long as I want to. And whether I liked it or not, there were always others and another and another and another sex worker in for an hourly cut. Some got hard and wet just thinking about that. 'You busy tonight?' they asked. This really means, how many men have been up you? How many men you ask? Why this is my first job for the night, sweetheart. I've just started my shift. You're number one and my pussy is hot and wet. I know you want to fuck me now. You're only human, after all, and you will be my lucky first, just like all the rest who ask. Jackie was lucky to get away from the fat slob from Papua New Guinea twenty minutes early, because he was basically tired of ordering escorts all day. It was like he had eaten too much pizza. He's over-eaten again, trying to digest what he perceives to be the creamier and creamier dish. In the end nothing will satisfy him, at least until his own sickness subsides. All the things that were unobtainable were ultimately what he thought would satisfy him. He thought he had enough money to destroy all boundaries and buy obscenity, in the same way that he bought his exclusive weekend accommodation. He was a man of limitless cash and no imagination. Jackie started fucking him anyway, just so he couldn't ring the parlour and say that they hadn't fucked. It had been a quiet few months with this particular place, work was competitive and she didn't want to screw up. It was a surprise to both of them when she came.
What do I think of the orgasmic plateau? Do I think of a ladybird opening her windows, of flowers, quivering petals, of the sun bursting through cloud?... oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God ...don't stop. Don't stop. God is coming. His light bursting through onto the cold dawn streets of this cosmopolitan city. This is God's land. The vaginal orgasm is God's own territory, God's fingers, the cock and hand and tongue of God. 'I am the universe exploding. Exploding and expiring inside the mouth of God. I love God, I love God.' Jackie came with her eyes firmly closed, in strong lamplight that was like the sun. How she missed all the cloudless blue days and the big broad sun of the tropics! I love God, I love God! I am so small, my womb is so small, it's savage and small. My cunt is a pinhole, yet I must give birth to the universe. She pictured herself on a beach, withered and betrayed, her dog long dead. He was the only love she ever had and now he is nothing. She was an old old woman, reptilian, like a shrivelled head preserved in a museum. The universe has used her body to give birth to itself, she murmurs to the whispering ocean. She feels betrayed and 'spent' today, but maybe not tomorrow. |
