Viewing the local antiquities

"A nice skinny girl," 
the mama-san says. Skinny must be what her clientele can't get at home.

My whore parts the curtains: She's really too tall, up to my shoulder, and skinny, too skinny for her uniform: Her beige pants ruck up at her thighs. I let her take my hand, lead me up one flight, two flights, into her room. I hang my coat on the exercise machine and give her the {50} house money.

Naked, glasses off, waiting for her to return, I read what blurred could have been a poster of Steps from The Program, but which from up close turns out to be the house rules. Number 10 on the list: No sex on the premises. We'll see about that. Knock, knock: She's there.

Hugging beforehand, like Ming. Wrapping her in my arms I breathe the scent of her hair and her neck; she nibbles a nipple, I fondle her cheeks through the polyester. She's chewing gum rapidly, to provoke salivation.

I bulge the towel outward. She her-hand-in-mine takes me down the hall: Past an open door to a dark room with a man lying face up, eyes closed on a bed under a blanket: back downstairs to the table shower off the foyer. Her technique, clinical, almost: thorough and scratchy and never a pause sponging up, down, up, down: sponge at my asscrack, not fingers.

I try to negotiate; she says "I'll trust you."

The single sure touch of her hand on my ass that signals me to turn over: Like a chef prodding the meat before trimming it.


When I had my clothes on, I pulled out my wallet. It turned out all I'd bought was a tongue bath, some rimming, and a blowjob where I came almost instantly, so I got out {60}.


"But I came too fast! Not good for me."

"Guys come during the massage-y, they come any time."

I give her the {100}.

"Next week, two times: one [mimicking hand job], two [mimicking insertion]. {150}."

She considers. "{170}."


The last whore who rimmed me was Kim, so I'm three years deprived. Next time, when I feel "Jennifer" start, perhaps I'll get up on all fours and present. Face down in the pillow.

"Nice," just like the mama-san said.



"Is my name too long?" At 8141 after 2221 was closed.

"No." And there's an R in it! Brave woman.

It's always touching when a whore asks a personal question. What can they make of the answer?

Some questions are easy: "Am I too heavy?"

Others are not so. Annie once asked me to look up tannante, to see if it was a real word. Our next time I brought a Larousse with that word highlighted in yellow marker.

I could hear Annie's mother: Tu est tannante!

But Annie never, ever was. And the next time she opened the door in her bare feet, skirt, panties already off.


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