so I did - here it is - rough draft - i havent actually looked over it.
Something was wrong. You could sense it in the air, and see it in the light that came down from the ceiling. The chair he was sitting in was leather, and it squeeked every time he moved - so he tried to move little. The dim red-tinted lights gave him an eerie feeling. He told himself again . . .
"Something is wrong." Outside a car passes by and honks. The pavement sounds wet, and probably is. It must have rained, he thinks. He can hear a door creak open off in the backroom and it catches his attention. He lookes up in the direction and to his left a poster catches his eye. On it a woman in lingere stands against a brick wall with seductive eyes. A caption in big bold white letters at the bottom states " Samantha 2700 ph. "
He cringes. The chair squeeks. Samantha is his mother's name. Another door creaks and footsteps begin to walk towards his general direction. A door behind the front counter opens and a woman walks out of it. She jumps at the sight of the man sitting down in the chair and scolds him.
" Can you not read?! " she exclaims, pointing at a sign on the counter offering service when you ring the bell.
" I'm sorry, I didn't see that. . ." he quickly responds in a non-confrontational manner.
"Nobody ever does, come here! " She shouts out, retrieving a large book from the depths below the counter. He gets up out of the chair, it squeeks, he cringes again and briskly makes his way to the maroon coloured counter. She switches on a light and he notices she is a brunette with grey eyes. She wears a white suit and black tie. He stands looking at her for a moment and she says something, he doesnt hear her as he swears to himself that he's seen her before somewhere. She slams her hand down on the book and gets his attention.
" Wha? " he stammers out.
" I said look through the book and choose you dolt ! "
He looks down and there on the counter is an open book with two pictures on each page. Each picture has a woman dressed in some attire of sexual provocation. At the bottom of each picture is the woman's name and a number. He freezes for a moment and remembers where he is.
" I'll be in the back, " the brunette tells him, " Ring when you're ready. " and with that she retreats to the back room behind the door whence she had come from - leaving him on his feet with a book and a bell.
It was quiet. A car drives by outside again on the wet pavement and his attention is drawn to there. His ears listen to the outside, he can hear the slight " bzzting " of the neon sign outside the window, as his eyes browse over the first four girls : Susan 600ph, Desire 600ph, Tess 600ph, Willow 600ph. He feels for his wallet, obviously if this was the first page they'd start with the cheapest. . . and he thought to himself that six hundred was sort of pricey.
He turns the page : Stephanie 750ph, X-tra 750ph, Dolly 750ph, Aprill 750ph. This wasnt good at all. He'd probably have to use a credit card. He looked around the counter to see if they accepted credit and found a discovery/visa acceptance sign. He had a discovery card. He absent mindedly turned the page while looking about the room. The lights from above didnt seem to have a distinguishable source, but were dim and tinted red - giving the room a hellish, if not sinister, feeling. The chair he had been sittin in was similar to the colour of the counter, the walls and carpet matched a deep, dark lavender colour.
He looked back towards the book and his eyes were immediately drawn to a woman on the second page, the top. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, in a school-girl uniform playing the " innocent little girl " routine. He thought she looked " interesting " and chose her. Mandy O.V. He rang the bell without thinking about the two letters, O and V.
Shortly there-after the door behind the counter opens to another woman, this one with long black hair. She wears the inverse of the first, a black suit and white tie. He notices that her breasts are larger than the bruinette's.
" So who've you got hon? "
" Her. " he points on the blonde's face and enticing smile.
The hostess moves his finger and looks down at the book :
" Mandy, on vacation, not here sweetie. How about her sister, Candy - sweet as apple pie! Seven fifty an hour, I'll go get you her. " and with that the lady turned to leave so quickly he hadn't a time to dissuade her of another choice.
He closes the book, thinking to himself that some is better than none, seven fifty or not, and turned to go back to his leather, squeeking chair. He sits down, and doesnt cringe when the leather squeeks. He was expecting it. He almost even felt pride within himself. He had Candy.
However, before he could get comfortable, a noise caught his eyes and ears, and he turned to look to his right - a door was creaking itself open. From the door came a woman in high heels made her way into the room and began walking towards him.
Their eyes met through the dark red haze and he was dumbstruck. His eyes were stuck, if not entranced, to the two blue orbs that looked back into him. Into his soul. They wouldnt let him go. Slowly, wearing almost all white : White high heels which made a quiet thud against the carpet with each step, white stockings which ran all the way up past her knees to a garterbelt, being an offset colour of white. A tiny belly button piercing could be made out at her navel, and she wore no shirt - just a silk scarfish sort of thing which wrapped around her back and hung over her shoulders and breasts. The red lights made her out to be awash in a pink overtone, which matched her light pink lipstick. She smiled at him, he smiled back - she continued to walk towards him / maintaining eye contact all the way.
When she had reached him, she straddled him without thought, both of her legs about his waist. His jaw had dropped open, and with one soft hand she moved to close it, leaving her hand on his jaw. The other hand moved to his head, and she leaned forward to him, with intent to kiss.
The chair squeeked.
And that snapped the man in the chair out of his enchantment. He realized he was being straddled by a woman he didn't know. Her face was coming close to his, and he opened his mouth to protest - seeing this she moved towards him quicker before he could speak. Their mouths crashed into eachother, and her tongue darted into his, swirling about and around. He began to fight, but she doubled her hold on him, and began to gyrate her hips. No warm blooded man could resist such an act.
She continued this, gyration and kissing, until he began to stop protesting, submit, to accept her presense, and to enjoy himself - wherein she broke the kiss, removed herself from his lap, stood up and blurted out :
" 800 and hour, take it or leave it. " emphasising the last part of her sentence by puffing out her chest, making her breasts more visible through the silk fabric than they already were.
Shocked, he blinked, and said : " But you don't understand I don--- "
" Take it or leave it, Yes or no? ", She cut him off.
" Yes, ok, sure, but I'm not here to--- "
" Shhh, What's your name dear? "
" I ... I don't ... know... "
" Ah, well then it doesn't matter anyway now does it? We'll have some great fun wont we? Stand up, keep your mouth shut, and follow me now. ", She turned and began to walk towards the door she came in from, muffled thuds resounding in her wake.
He stood up from the chair, it squeeked yet again. He smiled.
He went to follow her.
yup. funny story. hee hee.
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