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My own secret life 
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"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. 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}. "{100}." "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}." "OK." "Nice," just like the mama-san said. {150}
"Jennifer"
"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. {NA}
All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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