SEXIS WRONG

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped.
I tightened my grip and rubbed faster.
She threw back her head, eyes closed, mouth wide open, and
arched her back sharply as she let out a huge moan. Then she
collapsed forward. Her hands braced her fall, and her cheek
came to rest against the glass. I laid on her for a moment.
My hair stuck to the sweat on her back. I sat up and watched
her back rise and fall as she caught her breath. It took her a
while to move—when she finally did, her hands were shaking
and her eyes were only slits. I knew she didn’t fake it. I
was happy.
The customer sat there staring, with his jaw practically unhinged.
He hadn’t said a word the entire show, and I’d almost
forgotten he was there. The first words out of his mouth
were: “How can I get a private show?”
The one in the middle was noticeably taller than the other
two. He was strikingly handsome and stylish...c o o l. He
reached into his jacket pocket and drew out a pack of cigarettes.
He tapped one out and promptly lit up. He took a hit
and leaned back—giving me a long, hard look, then exhaled
as he nodded.
The one on the right was short and round with plump red
cheeks like apples. He seemed the shyest of the bunch—not
able to look me in the eye.
The one to my left had round glasses and wore a serious
look. I sensed he was the leader of the group. After a couple
of minutes of them standing in the hallway, sizing me up, the
one with the glasses finally came into my booth. I picked up
my phone and peeked through the crack in the shade, trying
to get his attention. He finally spied me and his mouth formed
a slight smile. I showed him my phone and pointed to where
his phone was, and said, “Pick up!”
He picked up the phone but didn’t say anything.
I searched for her clit, but she was
already there, rubbing.
“Hi, baby,” I purred. “Ever been to a place like
this before?”
“No,” he said. His accent was thick.
After he wiped himself clean and left, we both rolled out of
the booth with our cash—a mess of sweaty bodies, tangled
hair, and smeared makeup. Girl walked sideways to the bathroom
like a drunkard. She was still in her own world. I put my
clothes back on and got ready for the next show.
I heard the toilet flush, then the faucet turned on. A couple
seconds later Girl emerged, grabbed a cigarette off the counter,
lit up, and sat on a chair, still naked. She took a long drag
and exhaled. Her head hung down as she relaxed.
After a few more long drags, she turned to look at me and
said in a very, very soft voice: “Thank you.”
The Golden Boys of Kobe
I knew they were trouble as soon as they walked out of the
theater. There were three of them—three Asian businessmen
wearing nice suits, looking like they had just come in on
a whim after downing a few at the nearest martini lounge.
I sat in my booth and watched them laugh and stumble down
the hallway until they caught sight of me, sitting in a pair of
trashy cut-off jeans and an obscenely cropped gingham top,
which revealed just a hint of bare breasts at the bottom. I
stood up in my seven-inchers and twirled one of my pigtails
with my finger, flashing them a devilish grin. They all stopped
and stared up at me.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Kobe,” he said. “How much?”
“Twenty for nude.”
“Okay,” he said. He opened the door and waved in his
friends.
The other two filed in fast, and the tall one closed the door
behind him. He then pulled out a wad of cash and peeled off
a twenty, which he promptly stuck into the machine. I closed
the shade to the hallway and picked up the phone again. “I
mean twenty for one of you.” I pointed to the guy in the glasses,
and he looked at me like he didn’t understand. “Twenty
for me and you, baby. Only one person in the booth at a time
or I could lose my job,” I said.
They all smiled, and the guy in the glasses replied, “We like
to watch all together.”
“Are you guys gay?” I asked.
They smiled blankly.
“Are you guys going to get it on?” I asked.
They looked at each other and started to laugh.
“No, we like you,” said the guy in the glasses.
It was well past midnight and the management was long
gone. The only clerk working was Keith, and he didn’t give
a fuck what we did. He was much too busy watching porn,
which played on a TV mounted below the front counter. My
biggest worry was the janitor. He was an old fart named Hank,
208 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SEX IS WRONG